From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Madness, unbelievable madness. Every pore on my skin could clearly feel the overwhelming energy sweeping in.

The whole place was a chaotic mess.

Anson immediately noticed Winona's panic and tension.

No wonder artists want to run away.

At that moment, Anson was also startled. Instinctively, he took a step to block Winona, shielding her from all the paparazzi's lenses.

Winona shrank back behind Anson, reflexively gripping his forearm tightly, trembling uncontrollably. Those terrible, dark memories instantly overwhelmed her, almost a conditioned response—

One moment, she thought they had escaped, and the next, she was surrounded by a sea of flashing lights.

Winona tried to call for help, but her voice was stuck in her throat, unable to come out. She was slowly swallowed by darkness, the helplessness and fear pressing on her heart, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Nowhere to escape.

Paparazzi: …

Where's the panic? Where's the emotional breakdown? Where's the outrage?

In that brief moment, the pursuit and siege on the scene paused slightly. The paparazzi were digesting the situation, trying to sort out their thoughts; but this time, Anson didn't give them a chance.

The next second, Anson started making faces—

Literally.

Anson didn't hold back, using all the face-making skills he had learned from Annie, making himself as ugly as possible. "If it's ugly photos you want, you can just ask. I'm willing to cooperate, but there's really no need to get so close. Jesus Christ, these flashes are almost blinding me, so you should already have the 'Ugliest Photo of the Year' award, right?"

The air was a little quiet.

The paparazzi were all stunned. Things were completely different from what they had imagined.

Looking at Anson's calm and composed face, one by one, they sheepishly retracted their camera lenses a little; but then, they nervously extended them again, afraid that this was a trap to lure them away, and Anson might escape with Winona once they relaxed their guard.

However, nothing happened.

Anson still stood there with a relaxed expression, even making another face in response to the flashing lights, startling the suddenly attacking paparazzi; but his body movements didn't relax, firmly protecting Winona behind him, which made the paparazzi's actions look particularly foolish.

Clearly, the tactics familiar to the paparazzi were completely ineffective on Anson.

Pfft.

Finally, someone couldn't help it, and a smile escaped the corner of their mouth—

The scene was just too funny.

But the paparazzi themselves knew that they were chasing news, they should be serious; so, one by one, they controlled themselves, avoiding making sounds of laughter, but still couldn't help but shift their gazes, either looking at the sky or at the ground.

So, what next?

The paparazzi didn't continue to attack Anson, but they also refused to give way, the two sides were deadlocked in place? This was a dead end.

Paparazzi have no sympathy, they don't give up until they reach their goal.

They never expected that it would be Anson who broke the deadlock again.

"What next?"

Anson openly posed the question.

"Let me state here, you can take photos, you can follow us, but Ms. Reed will not answer any questions, and neither will I."

—Stalemate.

"How about this, I'll tell everyone that we're going to walk along this road to the Seine, and then stroll along the river to enjoy the autumn in Paris."

"We won't suddenly run away, you're welcome to follow us, but there's really no need for such a big show. You don't want to hurt us, and neither do we."

Anson's face was full of candor.

The paparazzi looked at each other, puzzled. No one could understand what Anson was up to. The air quietly calmed down, no one continued to attack, but no one easily gave way in the encirclement.

Then, at this moment, finally, a paparazzi was dissatisfied with Anson controlling the situation.

"Heh."

"What if we don't want to?"

Haha, a burst of laughter—

In front of the paparazzi, no one can bargain, absolutely no one!

Looking at Anson's young and handsome face, which had obviously not been weathered and hadn't experienced the setbacks and polishing of the entertainment industry, he was really naive and innocent.

Just look at Winona.

Winona tugged at Anson's arm, and said softly in a mosquito-like voice, "Anson, I, I can handle it, you can leave now."

Although her voice was trembling slightly, Winona genuinely didn't want to implicate Anson any further. Anson had already helped her enough today, she couldn't drag him down.

Anson chuckled twice, "Hehe."

But he didn't respond to Winona. Instead, he looked in the direction of the voice just now, "May I ask, what's your name?"

Paparazzi?

They didn't understand the direction of the conversation, but that paparazzi wasn't afraid at all, and was ready to answer, confronting him head-on.

What, Anson knew his name and was going to do what? Send him a legal letter?

Which paparazzi doesn't have some lawsuits and restraining orders? They rely on these breakthroughs and offenses to make a living, how could they be afraid?

But unexpectedly, Anson didn't wait for an answer at all, and preemptively said, "Jerry, you must be Jerry, Jerry Lewis, right?"

Jerry Lewis, a legendary American comedian. Although the younger generation is not very familiar with him, he had a profound impact on the entire American comedy industry and can be called a generation of giants.

And Jerry's most famous work is his comedic partnership with Dean Martin, creating laughter with clown-like self-deprecation and teasing.

"Then, the person next to you should be the legendary Dean Martin, right?"

"Jerry is responsible for telling jokes, and Dean is responsible for dancing, just like a clown selling his skills with a monkey."

Pfft.

The atmosphere on the scene was a little subtle.

Because no one had expected Anson's reaction, the development of the whole thing quietly deviated from the track, and that paparazzi was also full of astonishment.

"Let's imagine what will happen next."

"You need photos, you need responses, you need interaction, otherwise no newspapers or magazines will buy your news, that's how things work, right?"

"So, we refuse to cooperate, you refuse to leave, and things are stuck here, until night falls, this is a dead end."

"Oh, no, no, my agent should be looking for me, and other media seeing the situation here should also be curious."

"So, let's deduce the development of the story."

"We will cooperate with the interview in practice but refuse to compromise with the paparazzi. We insist on our rights until the Paris police are dispatched, but we will not sue. We will express our demands like John Lennon and Yoko Ono's bedroom protest, and then hand over the judgment to the public."

"Hey, guys, who do you think the other media and the general public will stand with?"

A smile bloomed, the faint light in his eyes blooming in the autumn of Paris.