From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives—

Anson showed the phone screen to Ryan. Although a series of phone numbers flashed before his eyes, Ryan couldn't recognize them at all. But since Anson said it was Brad, then it must be Brad?

Anson gestured for Ryan to sit down, "Don't worry, they won't devour you alive. Even if they do, I believe you can survive. I'll urge Brad now. Who knows where that guy has disappeared to."

Ryan opened his mouth, ready to respond, but didn't expect Anson to turn around already. He was left standing there, but a smile couldn't help but creep onto the corner of his mouth.

Boom!

"Anson, Anson! It's a hit, it's a hit! Our movie is a hit!"

Without waiting for Anson to answer the phone, James was already standing on the sofa, raising his arms and cheering loudly.

Tch.

Boo.

The crowd booed in unison.

"James, what about the review party we agreed on?"

"Didn't we say we'd watch it together? How did you sneak off by yourself?"

James quickly defended himself, "It wasn't me, it was the director. Judd Apatow just texted me, saying the movie is a hit, and half of Century City knows about it."

Once, this was the studio lot developed by 20th Century Fox, but over time, it has gradually become the heart of entertainment culture, including film and music, for the entire North American continent.

When Judd Apatow told James that "half of Century City knows about it," it meant that the news had spread within the core circles of the entertainment industry—

Everything was as expected. All of Hollywood was watching, not just the "Spider-Man" crew themselves. Everyone was closely following the movie's reviews and performance. The weight of this year's summer blockbuster rested entirely on Peter Parker's thin, young shoulders.

Even in 2002, when social networks were completely non-existent, birds still carried information through the skies of Century City, and a breeze would bring the news.

At this moment, you could feel that even without the internet, the speed of information transmission had completely entered a new stage of the twenty-first century.

"Really?"

"But you can't sneak off. We're still waiting to reveal it together."

"Anson, Anson, come here quickly."

The entire hall was bustling with excitement.

Anson paused slightly, a smile already spreading across his face—

Regardless of the specific situation, good news is always exciting.

"Three minutes, give me three minutes," Anson said loudly, taking the phone and entering the backyard, leaving the noise and bustle behind. "Hey, Brad, where are you? This morning, I checked your room, and there was no sign of you returning. Chris and I were worried you'd be passed out drunk on some street and no one would pick you up."

"Oh, I'm at the Hilton. I was completely drunk, passed out on the sofa, unconscious. God, I don't even know what happened last night." Brad's voice came from the other end of the phone, as hoarse as a broken gong. Even through the phone, you could feel the faint throbbing of his temples.

Anson spread his hands. Why wasn't he surprised at all?

"So, where are you now? Do we need to come and pick you up? Although it's not far, the review party is already ready," Anson heard a knock on the window, turned around, and saw Chris.

Anson gestured with the phone, "Brad."

Chris widened his eyes, "How is it?"

Anson just replied, "It's okay," and then turned his gaze back to continue the conversation.

"Ah, I was calling about that…" Brad's words were a little hesitant, "Anson, here's the thing. I met a producer last night. God damn it, I don't even know what I said to him, but just now, he said he wanted to talk to me about a project."

"That's great!" Anson's eyes lit up.

Brad let out a long breath, "Anson, I was going to say, see if we could postpone it until the afternoon, after all, I look like a bum right now, and my breath is terrible, but he doesn't mind. He said it's at the Hilton, we can just have a brief chat here. He wants me to understand the project first, so, the review party, I probably won't be able to make it back."

"No, no, no, don't worry," Anson waved his hand repeatedly, instead revealing a smile, "Brad, look, someone has indeed seen your performance. 'Digital Murder Case' has finally paid off. You should talk to the producer properly and show him your potential. You should believe in yourself."

Brad took another deep breath, "You know, I really wanted to make it back. I know how important this movie is to you and James."

"Haha, don't worry. You can take over my garbage duty for the next week, and as for James, a case of beer should solve the problem," Anson's mood couldn't help but brighten up. If Brad could get a chance to perform, that would be great.

"Buddy, you better head to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Most importantly, clear your head and seize the opportunity," Anson added a few more words.

Brad seemed to finally relax, "Of course, no problem. Good luck to you, and send my apologies to James."

The phone hung up, and Anson stood there thinking—

Los Angeles is indeed full of opportunities. As long as you can persevere, you can always usher in a turning point. Of course, the most difficult thing is often perseverance.

So, he didn't need to worry and shouldn't worry. After all, so far, he had seized every opportunity and enjoyed his second life. There was no reason to be hesitant and hold back because of the success or failure of a movie.

Without lingering any longer, Anson turned and returned to the hall, watching the chattering and frolicking companions. Although they hadn't started reading the reviews yet, Apatow's news had ignited the atmosphere.

Anson opened his arms and shouted loudly, "Hey, guys, are you ready? We should open Pandora's Box now."

Roar, roar, roar.

A chorus of ghostly wails.

Anson pulled Chris and quickly walked towards Ryan, briefly explaining the situation in a few words.

Sure enough, Ryan's expression immediately brightened up. The two even exchanged a high-five and then said in a low voice, "Hope Brad all goes well."

Chris couldn't help but rub his hands together, "He can do it, he definitely can, don't worry."

Anson nodded in agreement, "Then, we should be able to start. Ah, wait, popcorn, Chris, those caramel popcorns, bring them out and we can start."

Chris nodded repeatedly, "Right, how can we not have popcorn?"

With everyone helping, they finally prepared everything. Under the scorching gaze, Anson opened his laptop and opened the website. The exciting moment had finally arrived—