From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Box office, box office, box office.

This was the only keyword in Gloria's mind. She anxiously opened the newspaper, but the moment she saw the number, she began to doubt her eyes—

Wait, how many zeros is that?

Could it be that I counted wrong?

One, two, three… Gloria carefully started counting the zeros, her attention completely focused. After counting once, she began to confirm a second time, then a third time.

Then, Gloria was finally able to confirm that she was not mistaken.

One hundred and thirty million dollars.

"Spider-Man's" opening weekend swept the entire North American continent with a box office number of one hundred and thirty million dollars, not ninety million or one hundred million, but in one fell swoop, it raised the North American opening weekend box office record by a full forty million dollars.

At this time, looking back at "Jurassic Park 3," the originally unattainable opening number of seventy million dollars suddenly seemed insignificant.

Unbelievable, incredible.

But it was indeed happening.

"Ah!"

Gloria looked at her mother, unable to contain her excitement, and cheered.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mom, Mom!"

"Anson's movie's opening weekend box office broke one hundred million, one hundred million!"

"Ah!"

Looking at her daughter jumping up and down with joy, Mrs. Preston was also taken aback, and couldn't help but pause, subconsciously moving the newspaper in front of her eyes—

"Creating History!"

The headline, not just in the entertainment section, but the "Los Angeles Times" gave this historic moment the treatment it deserved with a front-page headline. The front page was a photo of Anson, staring ahead intently and solemnly, holding Spider-Man's mask in his hand, the shock just like that coming head-on.

One hundred and thirty million dollars!

In the face of this set of data, any language paled in comparison.

Even Mrs. Preston's heart couldn't help but speed up, pounding hard in her chest. Even if she didn't know what this number meant, it didn't stop her from feeling the rolling heat wave of the summer season.

Raising her head, Mrs. Preston could see Gloria spinning in place with a face full of smiles, her heartfelt joy making the full room of sunlight pale in comparison.

"Ah, ah, ah."

Gloria used all her strength to release her happiness, grabbed the brown paper bag that Mrs. Preston had prepared, picked up her schoolbag, and ran out in a puff of smoke—

"Mom, I'm going to school."

"Haha."

Even from a long distance, Gloria's laughter could be heard, and the next second she continued to shout.

"One hundred million, one hundred million!"

Immediately afterward, there was a burst of roaring and commotion. It seemed that the school bus was also about to enter a carnival mode. Now, one could imagine the noise on campus today.

Mrs. Preston gently shook her head, smiled wryly, and then opened the newspaper to read it carefully.

"…History, Witnessed."

"Spider-Man" completely dominated the North American film market this week with a destructive force, realizing all the traffic and all the heat with absolute strength and absolute dominance. The market energy that had been suppressed for eight full months briefly rebounded after the release of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" and then re-entered a dormant state, until now it finally found an outlet, fully igniting the summer.

The first film in global film history to break the 100 million dollar mark in its opening weekend thus debuted, appearing out of nowhere without warning.

Moreover, it wasn't just the 100 million threshold. It was raised to the 130 million dollar level in one fell swoop, completely disrupting all rules and all order with the force of a hurricane, marking the North American film market entering a new era.

Every audience member is a witness to history and a creator of history.

"…Anson Wood, he shines on the big screen with unparalleled charm, a complex charm that is youthful, fresh, delicate, and profound. Every frame of him on the big screen makes people deeply feel the personal charm of the character and the actor, which has become the last piece of the puzzle in creating history, and also the most important and core piece…"

Carter Robins paid close attention to Hayden Christensen's expression. Hayden did not finish reading the entire article. He put the newspaper aside, turned to look out the window, his face calm, his eyes slightly dazed, but without much fluctuation, so that it was impossible to distinguish his emotions.

Carter was a little unsure.

As an agent, Carter had seen all kinds of actors and all kinds of personalities. The ability to read people's expressions was an important means of survival, but at this time, looking at Hayden's reaction, he was also a little confused.

He thought Hayden was a very easy person to read, a little naive and a little simple, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

Just as Carter was pondering, Hayden suddenly stood up and turned to walk towards the kitchen, which made Carter stunned, and he quickly said.

"No, I'm not hungry," Carter replied, "Hayden, I'm serious, there's no need to panic because of their outstanding performance."

Hayden stopped his movements, "I know. Carter, I know Anson can do well, he always has been, I'm not surprised he can win such praise."

Carter: …

Is this reaction normal?

Hayden held up two eggs, "Are you sure you don't want some?" Carter shook his head, and Hayden started cracking the eggs on his own, "James has always had personality and talent, he knows his charm, so he will firmly seize the opportunity; and Anson, huh, he is indeed a guy with a unique temperament, isn't he?"

"It's not surprising that the movie was successful at all. Honestly, everyone is surprised, but I'm not at all. One hundred and thirty million, it's pretty normal; but they are them, and we are us, right? Their success doesn't mean we will fail, maybe we can be successful too."

Indeed, that's how it's said.

But Hayden's reaction was really too strange.

Thinking back, suddenly one day, Hayden contacted him and asked him to help find a brand new apartment, the sooner the better, and he had already moved out in less than twenty-four hours, disappearing from Anson and James' villa like smoke.

Carter didn't know why, and naturally assumed that there should be a problem between them, or that Hayden was jealous of Anson and James and chose to turn around and leave, or that one mountain could not accommodate two tigers. Whatever the reason, the situation should be bad, otherwise Hayden wouldn't have needed to move completely, change his phone number, and completely sever ties with those friends.

Of course, Carter didn't react.

A true superstar who is well prepared should clean up his relationship with his friends and make full preparations for the upcoming media attention. The world of fame and fortune is far from as simple as imagined.

However, the situation in front of him was slightly different from Carter's vision.

Carter was full of question marks. He was worried that Hayden might be stimulated, so he rushed to Hayden's apartment early in the morning, ready to play the role of a super agent, comforting Hayden and building a bond of trust, but—

Is that it?

Something's not right!

The full stomach of inspirational chicken soup that Carter had prepared in advance had no use!

What's going on!

So, what to do now?

Carter looked up, Hayden held up the frying pan, revealing a big smile, "Are you sure you don't want some?"

Carter: This?