From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Harry? Pesci?

With such associations, the classic scene from "Home Alone" immediately popped into Anson's mind, but the Harry in front of him didn't catch up.

Harry: "Huh?"

Anson raised his hands, patted his cheeks, and reenacted the classic scene from the movie, "Kevin!"

Harry: ......

This time, Harry finally reacted. After all, the classic scene was truly iconic; how could he not recognize it? But he looked at Anson with a speechless expression, "No, Joe Pesci and I are not related."

"Wait, are you talking about Joe Pesci?"

Anson didn't mind, "Well, now they have. Maybe you can promote it in the future, like a personal business card."

Harry reflexively jumped up from his seat, "No way!"

Once such an association was made, his professional image would be ruined. Harry looked at Anson with a face full of horror, sweat breaking out on his forehead again.

Hahaha!

Anson laughed out loud and called out, "Did you drive here?"

Harry: "Yes."

As soon as he spoke, Harry immediately regretted it. Why was he so obedient, answering whatever Anson asked? What was going on?

Anson didn't seem to notice Harry's distress, "That's great, can you give me a ride? I'm meeting a friend in a little while, and I need to go home first."

What was with that matter-of-course tone?

Harry was too tired to even retort!

Despite this, Harry still subconsciously asked, "What friend?" It was the paparazzi instinct.

"Kristen," Anson didn't hide it.

Harry's eyes lit up, "Kristen Dunst? Your co-star?"

Anson nodded, "Yes, we're going to meet to talk about the roles."

This was the truth.

After today's filming, Kristen took the initiative to find Anson to discuss things. She hoped to have an in-depth discussion with Anson about the emotional connection between Peter Parker and Mary Jane. She had some ideas and hoped to discuss them with Anson, believing that Anson could give her some inspiration.

Anson readily agreed.

So, they agreed to go back to their residences first to remove makeup, change into comfortable clothes, something lighter and more discreet, and then meet at a coffee shop.

Harry immediately became excited, sweeping away his previous embarrassed and dejected appearance, "Of course, I have a car, where do you live?"

In his heart, Harry secretly rejoiced—

Anson was still too naive, actually exposing himself so foolishly, not only revealing his home address, but also revealing his itinerary, his meeting with Kristen. He was still just a kid after all.

Harry didn't care about the real reason for Anson and Kristen's private meeting. As long as he could get a photo, it would be a scandal, an exclusive scandal.

Harry had even already thought of the headline.

"Sparks Fly, 'Spider-Man' Couple's Fake Relationship Turns Real—

Anson and Kristen are inseparable on and off the screen."

This one exclusive was worth it. All the hard work and trouble today was worth it.

Instantly, Harry became excited.

He was even too lazy to take pictures while Anson was changing clothes. These scraps weren't worth shooting at all. He couldn't help but cross his legs and let his mind wander.

Following Anson out of the set, he could see the crew members one by one giving Anson high-fives and greetings, the cheerful atmosphere completely continuing, which showed Anson's position in the crew.

Harry was a little surprised.

However, he was a paparazzi, and reporting these positive and upbeat behind-the-scenes stories didn't make any money, so he just watched. He did, however, have a new level of respect for Anson.

It only took twenty minutes to get from the Metropolitan Museum of Art to Anson's residence in New York. Before they even had a chance to start a conversation, they were already approaching their destination.

Harry was a little worried. He had thought Anson lived in a hotel, so exposing his home address would be meaningless; but soon, Harry was stunned—

This is…

New York was small but also very large. Harry was only familiar with a few neighborhoods, after all, he lived in Los Angeles, and coming to New York was just a business trip. This area in front of him was slightly unfamiliar, but Harry vaguely heard of it.

This should be Midtown… right?

Row upon row of gray stone buildings looked solemn and modern. The seemingly simple entrances looked understated and luxurious. Looking up along the exterior walls of the buildings, the high-end modern apartments, one unit per floor, towered into the clouds, the wide and bright floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the golden sunlight on the surface of the Hudson River, making people unable to help but imagine the luxurious scene behind the glass walls.

Wait, Anson lives here?

A temporary residence during filming, or Anson's private apartment in New York?

But whether it was the former or the latter, a shock gently rippled in his heart.

If it was the former, it meant that Anson had signed with a top-tier agency, and this agency was willing to invest in Anson, a newcomer; if it was the latter, it meant that Anson's salary might be beyond imagination, after all, "Spider-Man" was only Anson's third work.

Of course, there were other possibilities.

Thoughts surged in his mind, but there were no answers. Harry suddenly realized that their understanding of Anson was pitifully little.

At the beginning of the year, because of the Sony Columbia Studios theft, "Spider-Man," which had been lacking exposure, came into view, and Sony Columbia's evasive attitude aroused media enthusiasm, and the cast became the focus of attention.

Anson, who had made a name for himself with "Friends," had once again become a hot topic.

But thinking about it seriously, from "Friends" to "GQ" to this "Spider-Man," they only paid attention to the events, and never really focused on Anson, the newcomer.

For a time, Harry's brain was filled with all kinds of guesses, almost about to explode.

Then.

A voice came from his ear, "Up ahead, just pull over to the side of the road."

Harry didn't realize that he was obediently following instructions like a taxi driver, his attention was completely on other things.

The car stopped, and Harry finally came back to his senses, looking at Anson with a slightly wary expression—

So, at this point, Anson should be trying to get rid of him.

But, Anson's expression was still relaxed, showing Harry a smile, "Thank you, today was very pleasant, I hope we have a chance to talk again next time."

Harry: ???

"Kevin, goodbye."

Harry: What?

"Hey, I'm not Kevin, I'm Harry, Anson? Anson Wood! Harry, my name is Harry Pesci!"

Anson had already gotten out of the car and left on his own. Harry was shouting heart-wrenchingly like he was trying to win back an ex, but he didn't get any response.

Watching Anson cross the road, Harry finally reacted several beats later—

Why did he correct Anson?

If Anson thought his name was Kevin, then let Anson continue to have that illusion. Paparazzi need to hide their identities, they desperately want celebrities to not remember them, to forget their faces, to forget their names, so that they can continue to hide their tracks silently and wait for the next opportunity to take sneaky photos.

And the result?

The result!

He was simply an idiot, not only correcting Anson, but also fearing that Anson wouldn't remember, repeatedly emphasizing it, shouting and yelling to attract the attention of the whole street, wishing everyone knew.

He had seen stupid people, but he had never seen such a stupid person.