From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Lucas-Wood was terrified, his heart almost stopping, and after a slight sigh of relief, he couldn't control himself anymore.

"Damn it!"

"Anson, don't ever do that again! I just called you three times, and you didn't answer any of them, and neither did Edgar. I thought something had happened to you. I was so uneasy. You finally answered the fourth time, but you sounded so distracted. What's going on?"

"Damn it, are you okay? Are you alright?"

A torrent of words poured out from the other end of the phone, a barrage of question marks that didn't leave Anson any room to answer.

It was rare to see Lucas lose his composure.

But Anson could feel a faint warmth in his heart. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he quietly listened to Lucas's rant.

"Wait, is it those paparazzi again, digging through your trash? Or did they just break in?"

"Give me a list, and I'll send them a lawyer's letter tomorrow."

"Also, you need to move to a different place. The backyard of your current house is wide open, and anyone can get in. It was fine before, but now these paparazzi are getting out of control."

Blah blah blah.

Seeing that Lucas was about to go too far, Anson had to interrupt, "If I move houses, are you going to pay for it?"

Lucas retorted directly, "Of course I'm going to pay for it. With your current income, you can only window-shop in Beverly Hills."

Anson chuckled, "Lucas… Lucas. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine. Those paparazzi haven't bothered me anymore. Edgar and Eve have diverted their attention. No one in Hollywood cares about a poor, unemployed actor like me right now."

Lucas heard the self-deprecating tone in Anson's voice and chuckled helplessly, "Yeah, yeah, little actor. When's your next movie coming out? I'll rent out the whole theater to support you."

"Ha." Anson laughed out loud, "Thank you, boss."

Lucas shook his head slightly, "If you're okay, then what was wrong with you just now?"

Anson: …

Lucas, "Don't try to fool me. You thought I forgot, but I didn't. That trick of changing the subject works on Mom and Dad, but it doesn't work on me."

Anson sighed softly, "I was just studying the script and got a little too into character, and then you interrupted me. What do you think I should do now?"

Hearing Anson's rogue tone, Lucas didn't buy it, "Acting, what's the point of being so serious? You should just be a pretty boy like Brad Pitt, looking handsome in movies, striking a few poses, and making easy money. Isn't that great? Leave the hard work of acting to character actors like Dustin Hoffman and Jack Nicholson."

Pfft.

Anson burst out laughing, "Lucas, is it really okay for you to criticize the looks of Oscar winners like that?"

Lucas didn't care at all, "Trust me, they know it better than I do, otherwise they wouldn't work so hard on their acting."

After a pause, Lucas continued, "Anson, promise me, there's no need to make things difficult for yourself, just like Leonardo DiCaprio. He always looks so worried now, God, there are already lines between his eyebrows."

Lucas rolled his eyes, "I've seen you since you were a kid. No matter how you act, you always look the same to me. I really can't imagine the scene of those women shouting that you are their dream lover. God, have they seen you lying in bed? Not sexy at all."

Indeed, he was his own brother.

But the conversation turned, "What's more, a real actor shouldn't be limited by appearance, even if they are handsome men and beautiful women, the role can still become convincing. So, you don't need to ruin yourself into a worn-out rag."

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether Lucas was complaining or praising.

The usually eloquent Anson was actually speechless in front of Lucas, but couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay, I get it. So, why did you call me? The real thing, talk about the real thing."

Lucas slapped his forehead, "Right, the real thing."

"Investment."

"I think now is the time to buy a lot. Apple, are you still planning to buy it all?"

It turned out to be this matter.

Anson blinked, "Lucas, I trust your professional judgment. The only thing I know is that Apple is suitable for long-term buying, don't care about short-term ups and downs; as for short-term stocks, when to buy and when to sell, leave it to you to judge."

"By the way, Dior's advertising endorsement fee should have arrived, just in time to use it for investment. I'll tell you the account password later."

Lucas wasn't surprised at all, "You're planning to be a hands-off shopkeeper, right?"

Anson didn't buy it, "So, do you still want me to interfere?"

Lucas shook his head slightly, "I hope you don't ignore everything. Even if I'm your brother, I can still make mistakes, I can still make wrong decisions, I can still have my own selfish motives."

Anson was stunned.

Yes, why didn't he learn from his mistakes?

In the previous life, it was like this, they trusted their father without any doubt, and the economic lifeline of the whole family was in the hands of one person, and finally they all sank together.

So, this time, is he making the same mistake again, without even a little bit of vigilance?

Is this stupid?

Despite realizing this, what's amazing is that Anson didn't resist or regret, everything was so natural.

Perhaps, because Lucas gave him such confidence, even if he was a little stupid, even if he made a mistake again, this time it wouldn't be the same as in the previous life—

Lucas wouldn't run away or disappear, they would face it together.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone again, Lucas frowned, "Anson?"

"Yeah, I'm here." Anson nodded slightly, "Lucas, I believe in you."

Lucas could feel the warmth and weight behind the words, gently hitting his heart.

Then, Anson continued, "When I move to a new house someday, I'll be waiting for you to pay the full amount."

Obviously, this was a joke, gently pressing on Lucas's shoulders, he could feel the weight, "Okay."

The phone call didn't last too long. Lucas still had work to do, and the two of them hung up.

Anson sat quietly in place—

Things seemed to be the same as in the previous life, but also seemed to be completely different.

It was impossible to tell for a while, because life is unknown. Before accidents and events happen, no one can predict what awaits them in the future; but this time, he can move forward more firmly and more confidently.

For a long time, all the thoughts scattered in the sunset were taken back. Anson continued to flip through the script, the same words but with a different temperature.

However, Anson was serious just now. He was indeed studying his acting skills, and it seemed that he had truly touched the essence and soul of acting for the first time.

So, is this the so-called method acting?

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