From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Matt Damon's eyes were a little overwhelmed.

Although he had been to New York countless times, he never knew that Manhattan actually hid such a secret space, like Indiana Jones adventurously excavating treasures, breaking the shackles of time and space, entering a brand new world, opening his eyes wide, his eyeballs unable to stop.

Thud.

Carelessly, his foot stepped into a puddle of water, and it took a full half-beat to realize that his trouser leg was wet. Before he had time to take a closer look, he immediately caught a figure jogging past him. With a jump to avoid the splashing sewage, Matt immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Sorry!"

That figure, without turning his head or turning around, just waved his hand as a sign, and then gradually drifted away, but Matt couldn't help but take another look.

Immediately he was interrupted, "Matt, over here."

Retracting his gaze, Matt followed the figure to Nick Powell's location. He didn't bother with his trouser leg at this time and quickly walked over.

The corner of his eye caught sight of the hustle and bustle of the street corner, and a fishy smell rushed towards him. The strong and pungent smell made people frown reflexively. The aura comparable to biochemical weapons awakened every cell in his body to resist. The only thought was to leave here as soon as possible, the sooner the better.

Matt hesitated a little.

But he couldn't resist his curiosity and raised his left leg, tilting it to the right, and stretched it out. He only had time to catch the taillights of a truck that was unloading goods. Oysters, lobsters, and king crabs were wrapped in a large amount of ice, being moved out with a crash, and then his center of gravity dragged his foot back.

Matt looked at Nick, "Are you sure?"

Nick Powell, a middle-aged man in his forties, with thick eyebrows and a square face, wearing a tennis shirt and a windbreaker, didn't show much expression on his face. He gave the impression of an FBI agent at first glance, as if he might draw the pistol from his waist in the next second, ready to destroy a secret criminal organization.

But when he opened his mouth, he broke the impression, "I don't know. Let's go up and take a look. If it's not... then it's not."

Matt glanced at Nick again, "Were you joking just now?"

Nick's face was calm, "Isn't it funny?"

Matt: ... "Very funny, but don't say it again in the future."

In front of him was an ordinary little door, with a black plaque hanging on the door, with Chinese characters written on it in a flamboyant style. Matt couldn't understand it at all—

Don't even mention understanding it, Matt couldn't even accurately distinguish how many characters there were, five or eight? Wait, could it be just one character?

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"Are you guys going up?"

Matt and Nick both looked over, and Matt saw those eyes. He only caught a glimpse just now, but they immediately surfaced in his mind, and he blurted out.

"It's you!"

Nick blinked his eyes, "You guys know each other?"

Matt: ... A little embarrassed, "No, I don't know him, just now..." Just brushed past. But Matt also realized that this was a little strange. They didn't even meet face-to-face, so how should he explain?

But he didn't expect that the young man with bright eyes in front of him revealed a smile and chuckled, "I know him, but I don't think he knows me. Matt Damon, why are you in this alley?"

Nick took a step forward, blocking Matt in front of him, and reached out to protect Matt behind him, "Sorry, Matt came here today for personal matters, we can't sign autographs or take photos." His expression was very firm.

Matt: Nick, are you sure you're not FBI?

Embarrassingly, it was Matt, because he knew that Nick had misunderstood the situation, and quickly explained, "Nick, I accidentally splashed dirty water on this young man just now. It was my mistake, I owe him an apology."

Nick was covered in black lines.

Then, he silently looked up at the sky, took half a step back, put his hands together in front of him, like a bodyguard, and whistled to break the silence.

Matt's expression was a little awkward, "Sorry..."

The young man didn't care, "If you're sorry, does that mean we can take a photo?"

Matt: ...

Nick also realized that the other party was joking at this time, clearly teasing, and couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes full of smiles.

The young man's expression also relaxed, "I'm not very familiar with the terrain here either. For God's sake, I just ran too far and circled back after circling for a while, but if you're not worried about taking a detour, maybe I can help guide you."

"Haha", Matt couldn't control himself either and laughed heartily.

"Wait a minute," Matt came back to his senses, "I know you, one hundred percent, you, ah, wait, you are... Anson, Anson? You are also an actor, right?"

So that's it!

Unexpected, absolutely unexpected, this was also something Anson himself had not anticipated—

Anson's guest appearance in "Friends" not only won the Emmy Award for Best Guest Actor, but also produced a series of subsequent positive effects, establishing a mass base while also opening up the situation in different fields of television and film.

Such positive effects have made agents start to calculate one by one, and persuade more and more first- and second-tier actors to guest star in situational comedies.

Before him, was one.

Anson widened his eyes, "Oh, are you also preparing to guest star in 'Friends'?"

Matt shook his head, "No, 'Will \u0026 Grace'."

It turned out to be a rival series!

Anson spread his hands, "I think 'Friends' should call me back for another guest appearance to launch a head-on competition."

Matt immediately understood the meaning in the words and couldn't help but laugh happily.

After a few short sentences, Nick finally understood the context of the situation, "Anson, right? So, you're here, working out?"

Anson, "No, this is a martial arts gym, I'm training here."

Nick, "Chinese Kung Fu?"

Anson nodded.

Nick's smile unfolded, and he patted Matt's chest casually, "This is the place. I told you, it's professional enough and experienced enough. The Jackie Chan Stunt Team also cooperates with it, and occasionally introduces some stunt performers to practice basic skills here."

The amount of information was a bit large.

Matt looked at Anson and gave him a smile, "I'm also here to train, but obviously, we're not sure if we've found the right place."

A detail, Anson didn't mention which role he was training for, and Matt didn't pry; Matt also didn't mention which movie he was training for, and Anson didn't intend to pry either.

This is called tacit understanding, because they both know that the other party's upcoming movie may be a secret.

In fact, whether it's Anson or Matt, from the outside, they have nothing to do with action heroes.

Before 2000, Matt had always been a typical "scholar" image, because he was a Harvard dropout, and also because of his physique was not tall—

Only 5.8 feet (178 cm).

In Hollywood, such height really has nothing to do with a tough hero, so, all along, the roles Matt has played have been mainly scholars.

At this time, suddenly starting martial arts training?

At a glance, you can tell that this should be a secret.

Fifth update.