From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling—

Following the sound, an ice cream truck appeared, with a clown sitting inside, hawking ice cream.

Memories of childhood surged up in an instant.

Benjamin followed beside the truck, striding confidently and full of spirit, his eyes filled with smiles, like a flag bearer, exchanging a look with Anson.

Anson offered a smile, using his eyes to signal affirmation:

The timing was perfect.

A hint of a smile flickered in Benjamin's eyes, his expression joyful as he skipped lightly, his steps becoming even more cheerful.

Throughout, Benjamin's attention was on Anson, completely oblivious to Brian's expression.

Behind them, a coffee truck also slowly entered the set, parking gently in the schoolyard.

The air filled with the aroma of coffee and powdered sugar.

Without even needing to get close, the hungry worms in one's stomach began to rumble, and one's mood swelled up like fluffy cotton candy.

Seeing that the movie still had to continue filming, and the director's authority might be undermined, Anson's appearance cleverly defused his crisis.

And now, there was even afternoon tea.

Perfect!

Brian looked at Anson, "Your visit is already a surprise, I didn't expect an extra one."

Although Brian didn't say it explicitly, there was a hidden meaning in his words, essentially claiming credit for Anson's visit, implying that Anson was visiting the director on set.

This sentence not only attributed the credit for the afternoon tea to himself, but also implied that he and Anson had a close personal relationship, killing two birds with one stone.

Truly a master of social interaction.

Now Anson wasn't surprised at all why Brian, despite not having directed any noteworthy works, with mediocre box office results, reviews, and awards, was still able to remain active in Hollywood, with projects coming one after another.

People like him were simply not in the same league as Mackie and Eric.

So, would Anson expose Brian?

Of course not.

Anson's visit was to do Chris and Scarlett a favor.

He didn't need to, and shouldn't, offend the director.

Moreover, in the world of fame and fortune, true tactics didn't need to be constantly on one's lips.

Those words that could be put on the table were actually worthless.

Smart people should observe what wasn't said, what was hidden beneath the surface.

Who exactly Anson was doing a favor for with his visit couldn't be twisted with just words.

Under Brian's gaze, Anson placed his right hand on his left shoulder and bowed in return.

He didn't say anything.

One gesture was enough.

Brian was happy, and the surrounding staff were also happy.

Just then, a sliver of faint sunlight broke through the clouds and sprinkled down, and the entire set's atmosphere completely relaxed.

Anson exchanged a few more polite greetings with Brian.

Even though it was their first meeting, they actually had a pleasant conversation.

Brian was a smart man, knowing when to stop and when to take what he could get.

He found an excuse to give the crew a thirty-minute break, allowing them to enjoy afternoon tea, and then turned and returned to his trailer.

As soon as the Tyrannosaurus Rex left, the heavy stone pressing on their chests was lifted, and the crew finally regained their true joy, their eyebrows and eyes relaxing.

Anson didn't rush to leave, but instead walked towards the stairs, looking at the extras who were still apprehensive and gathered in a bunch with restrained expressions.

No one spoke, but their tension and fear could be felt—

In Hollywood, actors had no say, and extras were even more like ants.

A director's word could decide their fate, and a job could be gone in an instant.

In his previous life, Anson had done various odd jobs on set and had a lot of dealings with extras.

"A tough day?"

The extras didn't realize that Anson had actually appeared, and they stirred restlessly.

When they looked up, they saw the relaxed smile on Anson's lips.

When Chris Evans arrived at the set, panting, this was the scene he saw—

Haha.

Anson was standing with the extras, holding donuts or ice cream, with coffee beside them, like a tea party, filled with laughter.

Because the atmosphere was so cheerful, many staff members also secretly approached and quietly blended in.

That scene made Chris yearn for it.

After taking a quick look, the staff scattered in different corners of the set had also relaxed completely, and the shooting atmosphere was a world apart from before.

But Chris wasn't surprised at all.

Anson had that kind of charm.

Wherever he appeared, the atmosphere could relax.

"Hey, buddy, you really came."

From afar, Chris greeted him, dashed over, opened his arms, and gave Anson a solid hug.

Anson made a choking gesture, desperately winking at the others beside him, "Help.

Help me."

Instantly, everyone around burst into laughter.

Chris didn't care, released his hands, looked at Anson pretending to gasp for air, and heavily patted Anson's shoulders twice, "Why did you really come?

What about work, is it okay?

Last time on the phone, you said you were planning to join a crew this week."

"Ah, we're also filming in Vancouver, just passing by."

Anson said simply.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see one or two people stretching their ears—

This was Hollywood—

Not long ago, because Anson filmed "Elephant", entertainment media launched heated debates, seemingly having some criticism about Anson's choice.

In a blink of an eye, Anson was actually preparing to enter a brand new project?

But Hollywood hadn't leaked any information!

So, what was this project?

A commercial blockbuster or an independent film?

Chris was simple-minded and blurted it out directly.

Anson didn't mind, but he didn't plan to delve into it.

He changed the subject, "How's the filming progress?

I thought you guys were close to wrapping up."

In fact, Anson could sense that the filming of "Perfect Score" wasn't going smoothly.

Otherwise, Brian really wouldn't have needed to lash out at the extras over a transition shot.

Those angry words were just a pretext, and the real target of the blame was someone else.

At the same time, Anson didn't see any of the lead actors on set, and he had reason to directly speculate that Brian's anger should be directed at the lead actor team.

But unexpectedly, Chris's expression was even more troubled, "We're trying our best."

His face was full of gloom.

Anson and Chris had known each other for so long that he understood immediately.

He nodded lightly, didn't ask any more questions, patted Chris's shoulder, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your partners?"

Anyone with eyes could see that, unlike facing Brian just now, Anson and Chris were true friends.

His visit today and bringing gifts were specifically to do Chris a favor, so Anson took the initiative to ask to go and greet the other actors.

Affinity and distance were clear at a glance.

Chris didn't have so many thoughts, and he enthusiastically pulled Anson away, talking animatedly, "You know, when I just heard that Anson came to visit, my first reaction was that it was a prank.

I thought I should come over and expose them, and ended up leaving everyone else behind…"

Along the way, Anson listened attentively with a serious face.

At this time, those gazes from the crew watching this scene quietly changed when they looked at Chris again.