From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Chris was slightly stunned by Anson's words, a smile mixed with absurdity, helplessness, and confusion creeping onto his lips. "Wait, are you saying this isn't a predicament, but rather an opportunity?"

Anson, with an expression of "I don't know what you're talking about, but I find your entry point very interesting," lightly shrugged and met Chris's gaze.

Chris scrutinized him for a moment, finally unable to resist, "Haha." He paused, then laughed even more brightly, "Hahaha."

In fact, to put it exaggeratedly, it's about ignoring the director, focusing on the actor's work, breaking free from the director's control, and engaging in discussions, explorations, and collaborations based on one's own understanding and the interaction with fellow actors, thereby turning disadvantages into advantages and creating an opportunity for exploration.

So unconventional, so audacious, so unique.

Anson, as expected, is Anson, with a completely different attitude and perspective on things.

After the laughter, Chris's first reaction was resistance; this wasn't his understanding of the director or the role. But the words of rebuttal were already on his lips, yet he hesitated slightly, scrutinizing Anson with a strange look.

Anson's face was full of composure.

Chris couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, "Are you like this even on Spielberg's set?"

Anson didn't hesitate for even a second, "Of course not."

Because it was too direct and straightforward, Chris was stunned, and couldn't help but burst into laughter, the heavy mood seemingly dispelled slightly, "Are you ignoring…"

Brian?

The sentence wasn't finished; Chris hesitated again, looking left and right, worried that he might be caught red-handed for speaking ill of the director behind his back. Seeing this scene, Anson deeply sighed; the waters of Hollywood were indeed deep. He was fortunate not to have encountered a difficult crew so far.

Anson shrugged lightly, "I'm seeking the correct way to collaborate."

A face full of high-sounding words.

Ignore?

No, no, no, Anson definitely didn't mean to ignore Brian. Even if he's mediocre, being able to become a director, secure investment, and create job opportunities means he has his own strengths. Anson insisted that this was an adjustment, a communication, an exploration of a collaborative approach.

After all, in the end, they still hoped to work together to complete a project.

"I'd like to ignore him, but I'm not Tom Hanks yet." Anson continued casually, his complacent expression carrying a hint of mockery and jest. Chris immediately understood—

Chris isn't Tom Hanks, but Brian isn't Steven Spielberg either.

A smile couldn't help but creep onto his lips, the tense and heavy mood easing slightly. Chris took a deep breath, "I'll try."

After making the choice, Chris's shoulders relaxed.

"Anyway, we don't have a better option right now. The actors are all avoiding the director, and the atmosphere on set is like a horror movie. We were just worrying about what to do in the next scene."

"Actually, the previous scene was a mess. The director already gave us a severe scolding. We all said that all those extras were implicated by us; they didn't do anything wrong."

"We tried to communicate with the director, but any communication seems to be ineffective. It's all just emotional clashes and outputs. We don't know what to do."

"Sigh."

"Ah, I sighed again."

Chris turned to look at Anson, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Anson said with a straight face, "This is the trouble of you actors."

Chris: You actors? "Wait, aren't you an actor?"

Anson waved his hand lightly, "No, no, no, I'm just a vase, a face, a shell. I just need to stand in front of the camera."

Chris burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Anson, you're really humorous."

Anson wore a profound expression, accepting Chris's praise with composure, which made Chris laugh even more happily.

When they arrived at the trailer, all the other actors in the crew were already standing outside. Regardless of the actors' attitude towards Anson, there was no doubt that as the hottest actor of the summer, his current momentum was comparable to Leonardo DiCaprio. One by one, they all came out to join in the fun.

Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, Anson really didn't know whether to laugh or cry—

The coldness of ordinary viewers outside the crew and the liveliness of professionals within the crew formed a strange contrast, showcasing the different facets of the fame and fortune field in a different way.

Greetings, pleasantries, platitudes, nothing more.

Amidst the monotonous template routines, Anson quickly noticed a missing piece:

Where's Scarlett Johansson?

Scarlett and Chris were collaborating on this project, which was the original reason Anson decided to visit the set. However, after arriving on site, he only saw one protagonist, while the other was nowhere to be seen.

…

Scarlett was a little disappointed, sitting on the stairs, her legs stretched out and gently swaying, her head tilted back slightly, letting the sunlight dance lightly and gracefully on her cheeks, a little dazzling, and she couldn't help but close her eyes.

Quietly, the roar of engines and the sound of discussions flowed like a river over her eardrums, the whole world spinning dizzily, but gradually quieting down amidst the high-speed rotation, the chaotic noise evolving into the sound of blood flowing and the collision of the heart resonating in her mind.

The tranquility was broken, but she didn't feel any irritability at all.

Scarlett herself didn't realize that a smile crept gently onto her lips, "What Lily Chou-Chou?"

Then, Scarlett could see the smile on Anson's lips pause slightly, as if he was thinking about how the topic should continue, which made Scarlett laugh happily.

"Haha, sorry, I just wanted to see your reaction. It's a movie, right?"

Unexpectedly, Anson spread his hands, "I almost started to doubt whether my pickup skills were out of date."

This time, it was Scarlett's turn for the smile on her lips to pause. The two exchanged a look, and a smile welled up in their eyes.

Anson, "So, are you sure it's a movie?"

Scarlett, "Shh. Actually, I don't have any idea. I'm just pretending to cater to your topic to avoid exposing my ignorance. How about it, is my acting good?"

Anson, "Perfect."

Between the back-and-forth conversation, the two laughed even more brightly, and the atmosphere became relaxed. Then Anson came to the side and sat down next to Scarlett, only to find that a pair of long legs were directly touching the ground, and his knees had to be bent. Anson turned his head and ran right into Scarlett's eyes—

Obviously, Scarlett noticed this and rolled her eyes: there's no harm without comparison. She silently glanced at her own calves.

"Haha." Anson laughed happily, "So, being here alone is to seek a moment of peace away from that group of overgrown high school students?"