From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

No news isn't necessarily good news, because Hollywood auditions often vanish without a trace, and you never hear back, until one day you read in "The Hollywood Reporter":

Oh, that role has been cast already.

Brad glared at James, scolding him with his eyes.

James muttered, "It's not my decision," but looked up at Anson, offering an encouraging smile, his gentle gaze practically clenching a fist and shouting:

Go get 'em, champ!

A smile flickered in the depths of Anson's eyes; he, the person most directly involved, was the calmest, ready to crack a joke to ease the tension.

But then—

Ding-dong.

He was interrupted.

Instinctively, James turned to Brad, seeking confirmation.

But Brad also looked puzzled, clearly not understanding Anson's words.

"Haha," Anson finally gave it up. He was just making something up, but James and Brad both believed him. "James, you should see your face, your pupils were shaking."

James: …

Brad chuckled, noticing James's murderous gaze, and quickly lowered his head, but still couldn't help his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter.

James looked up at the sky helplessly, "Anson, you're a bastard, you're just a bastard."

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, both annoyed and amused. He couldn't control the corners of his mouth from turning up, and then he became even more annoyed at his lack of control, angrily roaring.

"Ah!"

"Ah ah ah!"

Anson's voice echoed in the hall, "Is that the tone you use when talking to your sugar daddy?"

"Hahaha." Brad laughed loudly.

As he spoke, Anson opened the door, his smile still lingering, and was immediately met by Edgar in a suit. Anson was slightly stunned to see Edgar Cooke at this time.

Reflexively, Anson had already made the connection, "Sony Columbia has news?"

Edgar was adjusting his suit, looking slightly nervous, with a hint of excitement. He was surprised by the question, "How did you know?"

It really was!

Sony Columbia might not directly contact the actors, but the agents would definitely inquire about the news. In any case, this was a big project.

Anson pointed inside the room, "James Franco is my roommate. Wait, did I not tell you?" Then Anson stepped aside, preparing to invite Edgar in. No matter what the news was, he couldn't let a guest stand outside; it didn't align with the education of the Eastern land of etiquette.

But he didn't expect Edgar to be so excited that he couldn't control himself—

At this moment, Edgar's youth and lack of experience were evident. To some extent, the "Spider-Man" project was crucial to him, even more so than to Anson, because there were still a group of William Morris insiders eyeing him, eagerly awaiting his failure.

Edgar thought he could control himself, but the words blurted out.

He didn't want to wait a second.

"You did it."

A bombshell, dropped without warning.

Everything was silent.

Not only Anson and Edgar, but James and Brad also exchanged bewildered glances, blinking their eyes, their brains short-circuiting, unable to digest it for a moment.

Edgar himself was holding his breath, tense to the extreme due to excitement and elation, and then couldn't help but blurt it all out.

"Peter Parker, it's you."

"You got the role of Peter Parker, it's officially confirmed. Sony Columbia has already submitted the first draft of the contract, but I haven't reviewed the details yet."

"For example, the salary, how many movies to sign for, the living conditions on set… etc., etc., etc. I still need to discuss these things with them."

"Of course, provided that you are willing to formally hire me as your agent. If you don't want to, then these tasks will be transferred to your agent."

"In short, Sony Columbia has confirmed that you have landed the role of Peter Parker."

Chattering, somewhat incoherently, Edgar was still extremely excited.

After a pause, Edgar added.

"Unanimous decision."

"This is a unanimous decision made by the director, producers, Sony Columbia, and Marvel, including Sam, Laura, Ian, and everyone else."

"So, there's no dispute, this role is definitely yours. Unless you refuse."

Surprised? Unexpected?

Anson landing Peter Parker was already shocking enough. What was completely unexpected was that he had won over all the directors and producers.

A unanimous decision from everyone.

Everything felt like a dream—

Anson is about to become the first Spider-Man!

Following "Friends" and "The Princess Diaries," his third project in his career, and then skipping a series of steps, directly taking on the lead role.

A single leap, skipping three levels, completing a crucial transformation in the Hollywood scene.

Moreover, it's a large investment project that breaks historical records, stepping directly into the center of Hollywood's spotlight.

…Wow!

The air was still silent, because it was too shocking and impactful to feel real.

Edgar extended his right hand, showing a smile, "Congratulations! You did it."

The weight of gravity pulled his feet slowly back to the surface of the earth, and the feeling of reality injected into his veins, hot and scorching. Anson finally regained his smile.

Looking at Edgar, Anson said, "We did it."

Without Edgar, relying on him alone wouldn't have been so easy.

One sentence was enough. Edgar tried his best to control himself, but the corners of his mouth still couldn't help but turn up, and then he laughed out loud without reservation.

Anson turned to look at Brad and James, "Hey, guys, you're greeting the new Spider-Man. How about it, are you ready?"

James widened his eyes, "Shut up!" He quickly covered his mouth with both hands.

Brad ignored all that and rushed forward, giving Anson a big hug.

Anson was startled. Had Brad learned some bad habits from Chris? Just as he was about to dodge, Brad hugged him tightly.

"Anson! Anson Anson Anson…"

Brad, overjoyed, kept calling out the same name, completely losing his ability to organize his thoughts, just happy for Anson.

James finally reacted at this time, looking at Anson with a smile on his face, not hiding his disgust at all, waving his hands repeatedly, resisting with his whole body.

"Damn it! Things shouldn't be like this! If you're Peter Parker, then what does my smugness just now become? How am I supposed to face people in the future?"

"I've never felt so stupid."

"Jesus Christ, Virgin Mary, Santa Claus, why are you doing this to me? Aren't I a good and obedient child?"

James's face was full of despair.

Second chapter.