From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Envious? Jealous? Embarrassed?

Yes.

The answer is affirmative. James Franco doesn't mind admitting it. Besides that, there are countless emotions such as astonishment, surprise, regret, annoyance, and so on.

For a moment, he felt a little dazed.

Words could hardly accurately describe his emotions. All sorts of feelings surged up at once. For a moment, James wanted to turn around and flee the scene—

But… After letting out a long breath and tilting his head to look at Anson, James sighed with annoyance and frustration, and finally walked towards Anson.

Muttering “I hate you” while shaking his head, he stopped in front of Anson and Brad, looked them up and down, with a puzzled expression on his face, “It doesn't make sense, how could they choose you, leaving me, this super handsome guy, unchosen?” Then his eyes met Anson's.

“I hate you. Sincerely.” James solemnly emphasized again.

While opening his arms to give Anson a hug, using force, and then more force, he kept muttering, “It must be because I'm too handsome. There's no way around it. Peter Parker can't be too handsome, right? In that case, I'll reluctantly accept it.” Then he leaned close to Anson's ear and said.

“Congratulations.”

After a pause, James took a deep breath and repeated, “Congratulations, brother.”

Anson wasn't James. He couldn't fully understand James's feelings, but he knew it wasn't an easy thing.

Rarely, Anson also gave James a hug.

A smile crept onto the corner of his mouth, “So, does this mean we're going to work together? What to do, are you ready to have your acting skills and charm completely crushed?”

James was stunned. It took him a moment to see the confident smile on Anson's face, “Get lost!”

He immediately realized after saying it that he hadn't refuted it immediately, and his momentum had already weakened. “If anyone's crushing, it's me crushing you. Don't you know that in the original comic, I was the most popular guy in school?” He quibbled for a while, only to find Anson with a face of comforting a child:

Right, right, right, you're right.

James looked at the sky with a lifeless expression, both annoyed and regretful, seemingly reflecting on life.

Brad finally woke up from his joy and madness, blinking his eyes, “Wait, does this mean you two are going to act in a scene together?”

Imagine the scene.

“Haha, hahaha, that will definitely be hilarious. Can I watch from the front row?”

“Reporting, requesting a set visit!”

“I want to watch you two perform a scene together from the front row, to see who laughs first, haha.”

After a burst of noise and teasing.

Finally, after quieting down, Anson and Edgar came to the garden.

Edgar couldn't help but take a look at the garden in front of him. It had been almost half a year since he was last here. Things seemed unchanged, but they also seemed to have changed dramatically.

“Hey, Captain, are you ready?”

A voice came from his ear. Edgar came back to his senses and subconsciously looked over, immediately seeing Anson standing under the shade of a tree with a smile on his face.

The autumn sunlight filtered through the treetops and dappled down, like butterflies falling on Anson's shoulders. That smile seemed quiet and gentle, different from the smiles on the red carpet, in magazines, and at parties, kind and warm but also clear and bright, making people unconsciously raise the corners of their mouths.

Startled, Edgar quickly cleared his throat to cover up his distraction, “Ready for what?”

“Signing.” Anson raised the pen in his hand and shook it gently.

Edgar was stunned again, all the words stuck in his throat.

Anson didn't get a response, but he didn't mind. Instead, he extended his right hand, “Captain Cook, would you be willing to be my agent?”

Edgar quietly stared at Anson's right hand, a rainbow of sunlight falling on it, firmly grabbing his attention.

At the beginning, he chose an adventure, chose to believe in Anson, chose to believe in his own judgment, chose to bet his entire career on this young man, and without signing a contract, he risked putting Anson's photos into a kraft paper bag and sending them to Sony Columbia together.

Now, everything proves that his choice was correct.

Moreover, Edgar had a premonition that this was just the beginning.

So, Edgar stood up and solemnly shook Anson's right hand, “My pleasure.”

Anson looked left and right, “So, which contract of indenture do I need to sign? Before my lawyer stops me, I can sign a date first.”

“Haha.” Edgar's smile fully bloomed, “No need to rush. I'll make sure everything is proper. After all, I don't want you to terminate the contract with me because of contract issues and then throw yourself into the arms of Creative Artists Agency, then my career as an agent might be declared dead.”

Anyway, Edgar had already been busy for a whole month without a contract, so there was no need to rush for a day or two.

Of course, deep down, he was still a little worried. If Anson got the role of “Spider-Man” but turned around and signed with other agents or agencies, Edgar would have worked for nothing; but he still chose to believe in Anson.

As for today—

“Now, we need to sit down and talk about the issue of remuneration.” Edgar motioned for Anson to sit down.

Anson was a little surprised, “Do we have bargaining chips?”

Edgar revealed a shallow smile, full of confidence, “They chose you, and it was a unanimous choice, that's our bargaining chip.”

“We,” Edgar liked this way of expressing himself. His career as a Hollywood entertainment agent had finally gotten on track.

“Actually, after Sam Raimi confirmed to take over ‘Spider-Man,’ Sony Columbia had already confirmed the candidate for Peter Parker, Edward Furlong, do you know him?”

Edgar casually dropped a bombshell. This was the first time Anson had heard of this secret. He nodded, “Of course, ‘Terminator 2,’ who doesn't know him?”

Anson had always thought that Tobey Maguire was the first choice for Peter Parker, but so far, that name had never appeared, and it seemed that he had not joined the competition at all; but now he learned that Edward Furlong had already been decided as the first generation Spider-Man?

Bombshell!

In 1991, “Terminator 2” was released, and Edward Furlong, who played the young savior, amazed the big screen. He became famous overnight at the age of fourteen. However, his mother, aunt, and uncle fought for his guardianship—that is, the benefits were in full swing, and like Macaulay Culkin, Edward's career was completely ruined. This young star fell into the quagmire after that.

Edgar shrugged slightly, “But not long after it was confirmed, he went to jail. Sony Columbia terminated the contract immediately.”

“Went to jail?”

“Yes, like Robert Downey Jr. It's just because everyone was discussing Robert Downey Jr., Edward Furlong's news didn't make a splash.”

The future “Iron Man” Robert Downey Jr. is currently at the worst and darkest bottom of his career. At the end of last year, he was arrested for the second time in three years for white powder, illegal possession of guns, and other crimes. This time he was sentenced to three years and became the talk of the town.

It seems that Edward Furlong is also facing the same predicament.

Edgar continued, “Sony Columbia doesn't like this negative news and completely blocked it, so they don't want this project to have any more storms, causing those paparazzi to dig out Edward Furlong's news again.”

The third update.