From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Anson, are you okay? Are you sure you're okay?"

"Jesus Christ."

"Where are you right now? What exactly happened? Are you alright?"

One sentence after another, like a string of firecrackers, she couldn't control herself after just one sentence, firing off questions before waiting for Anson's reply, a barrage of question marks almost drowning him.

Finally, Anson snapped out of it slightly, "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"

He took the phone away from his ear and glanced at the caller ID—

It took him a moment to realize there was no caller ID, just a phone number, and his muddled brain couldn't remember whose number it was at all.

"Uh, sorry, who is this?"

One second. Two seconds.

The phone: … …

A wave of speechlessness, both absurd and amusing, the curse words were already on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back down with great effort, and couldn't help but rub his temples, letting out a long breath.

"It's your brother."

Anson gently raised his chin, "Oh, Lucas, what's up, what's wrong?"

Saying nothing would have been better, but this question immediately enraged Lucas, "What's wrong? Anson-Wood, you're asking me what's wrong?"

"Since last night, how many times has Mom called you? You haven't answered any of them, nor replied to any messages, until just now, Mom was worried about your situation, that's why she called me."

"As a result, you didn't answer when I called either, God, I almost…"

Said without thinking, heard with intention—

Anson suddenly remembered how he had transmigrated, those white powders on the toilet seat in the bathroom.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty, not noticing the slightly raised tone at the end of Lucas's change of subject, but worried that he would inadvertently expose himself again, he couldn't help but blink and quickly changed the subject.

"Sorry, I was sleeping."

At this time, Anson looked at the phone screen again, only then noticing the reminder of seven missed calls, guessing that the answering machine should already be full.

He couldn't help scratching his head, Anson was also a little embarrassed.

"Ah, I really completely slept through it. Sorry."

Those nonchalant words made Lucas choke, a bellyful of anger stuck in his throat, and finally all evolved into helplessness and absurdity, Lucas only felt his temples throbbing violently.

"You should hire an assistant."

"Huh?" Anson hadn't woken up yet, his brain couldn't function at all, unable to keep up with the rhythm, he didn't know where Lucas's idea came from.

Lucas, "I said, you need an assistant."

"You have work, and your rest time is also arranged; your agent and public relations people can't be by your side all the time, they are not babysitters, and you yourself are even less likely to handle those chores, you are a guy who might take three hours to come back from buying eggs at the convenience store down the street, you need an assistant to help with the trivia."

"At least, help answer the phone, help drive, help you organize your wardrobe and fill the refrigerator, you can't do all these things yourself."

"What's more, after 'Spider-Man' is released, you need an assistant to block crazy fans and paparazzi, you can't continue wandering around on your own."

Blah blah blah.

Anson drooped his head, he felt that his eardrums might be bleeding, might as well just agree, "Okay."

But obviously, Lucas wasn't listening, he raised his tone slightly, "Anson, I'm serious, you need an assistant, if you can't afford the cost there, then I'll help you hire an assistant."

"Yes, that's a good idea, I'll be in charge of the interview and help you choose an assistant, you're not allowed to object, and don't sneak out."

Anson: … … "Okay."

"Anson-Wood!"

"Lucas, I said okay. I'm sleep-deprived right now, I feel like my head is about to crack open, can you slow down a bit when you talk."

Lucas: … … "Sorry."

Obediently bowing his head and admitting his mistake, Lucas didn't hesitate for even a second.

Self-esteem? What is that, can you eat it?

Lucas slowed down his tone a little, "You need to rest well."

"So I slept for twelve hours."

"… …"

"Haha, sorry, Lucas, I really didn't mean to blame you. So, what's up with Mom calling me?"

"You're still asking me? You asked her two weeks ago, you're preparing to go to Columbus to gather inspiration, and asked her to see if her old friend's studio could be borrowed for a while, she's just replying to you about that."

The Columbus mentioned here is a city in Ohio.

For many people, this city is not famous, and there is nothing particularly worth mentioning; but in fact, this city is very special and very trendy, with fifteen Fortune 1000 companies located here, and all of them are targeting future technology industries.

Therefore, the city's architectural style is also very distinctive:

Concise and capable lines and the popularization of artificial intelligence are two key words, combining the contradictory textures of retro and future, colliding with different charms.

After finishing the filming of "Cat and Mouse Game", before entering the full publicity of the summer season of "Spider-Man", Anson originally had about ten days of free time, he was planning to leave Los Angeles and go to Columbus to enjoy a period of tranquility, maybe he could find inspiration for painting among different buildings—

Painting can calm the whole person down.

So, Anson asked Nora.

But Anson himself did not expect that things would come like a tornado, completely disrupting his plans, and he completely forgot about the Columbus thing.

However…

The overwhelming noise throughout North America had no impact on Nora and Lucas, which once again proved that thing:

The influence of the film industry is not so far-reaching, not everyone watches movies.

Anyway, the other members of the Wood family don't watch it, and they have no awareness of Anson's soaring popularity.

Anson gently rubbed his temples, "Sorry, I completely forgot about this, there's definitely no way to go now, even if I want to go, it must be until the end of May."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, Lucas, I'll call Mom myself to explain."

Lucas also realized at this time that Anson's hoarse voice was completely a sign of not being awake, "Drink some water first, and then continue sleeping. Since you've already slept for twelve hours, why not fill your stomach first?"

Just right, Anson's stomach rumbled in response.

Lucas actually heard it, "Your stomach has already begun to protest." As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile.

Anson was about to retort, but the doorbell rang downstairs, "Lucas, you didn't ask Edgar to come over to check on the situation, did you? Otherwise, who would be calling now?"

While complaining, he went downstairs and directly opened the door of the house, standing in front of him were two middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes with gold-rimmed glasses.

Anson blinked, "Sorry, I'm a Buddhist."