From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Unhurried and unruffled. Neither servile nor overbearing.

Even when counterattacking, there was no righteous indignation or aggressiveness. He simply conveyed his thoughts clearly and fairly. Throughout the entire process, he remained calm and composed, exuding a subtle aura of composure and ease. Every word and expression captivated the listeners.

His words carried weight.

Silently, Anson completely took control of the entire conversation's rhythm.

So, how did all of this happen?

Impossible.

Even if David Crane, Brad Pitt, and Jennifer Aniston were all present, they wouldn't retreat.

Nicholas, a seasoned veteran, reacted quickly. After a brief moment of shock, he returned to the track and quickly found an entry point.

Then—

"What about you and Jennifer Aniston?"

He immediately grasped the key point.

Regarding the rumors about Brad, everything was kept secret, happening among the higher-ups, so Anson could confidently claim ignorance.

Anson was correct.

But regarding the rumors about Jennifer, Anson was directly involved. Faced with the reporter's questioning, he had no reason to avoid it and had to give a direct response.

Nicholas wasn't led by the nose by Anson; he remained highly focused and quickly returned to the right track, launching another attack.

Anson knew that the reporters wouldn't give up easily. If they were so easily dismissed, they wouldn't be the nightmare of countless public figures. With so many people present, someone would always find other issues or loopholes to attack. He just didn't expect it to be that reporter again.

Anson's gaze, which had been scanning the room, refocused on the reporter in front of him, a glimmer of light in his eyes. Things were getting interesting.

"I don't know her."

Anson said.

Nicholas: "Huh?"

Not just Nicholas, but all the surrounding reporters were doubting their ears. What did Anson just say?

Amidst a bewildered commotion, Anson repeated his answer, "I said, I don't know her."

Nicholas: …

What, what kind of nonsense is this?

Amidst exchanged glances, the surrounding reporters stirred with rustling noises. This was probably the umpteenth time they had been caught off guard by Anson today.

The corners of Anson's mouth lifted into a slight smile, "Of course, as an audience member, as a colleague, I know Jennifer. Who doesn't know Jennifer?"

"But there's a question here: how should we define 'knowing' someone?"

"You all know Jennifer too, but clearly, you're not as familiar with Jennifer as Courteney, Matthew, David, Lisa, and Matt are."

"I'm the same as you."

"As of today, I've met Jennifer twice. We know each other's names, and we've collaborated on some work. That's all."

"After work, I brag to my friends, 'Hey, guys, I know Jennifer Aniston.'"

That vivid and lifelike description immediately created a mental image, and the surrounding reporters could be clearly heard chuckling.

"But I wouldn't consider myself Jennifer's friend, even though I'd love to brag to my friends that I went on vacation to Palm Springs with Jennifer. The reality is, I don't even have Jennifer's phone number."

"Believe me, I'm not complaining about anything; I'm just stating a fact."

"Hey, Jennifer, if you see this interview and are willing to exchange phone numbers with me, I'd be happy to. It would be my honor. And Courteney, and Lisa, uh, and Matthew, and Matt… okay, David, you too."

Unexpectedly, Anson broke the fourth wall, addressing Jennifer through the reporter.

Moreover, it wasn't just Jennifer, but also the other actors from "Friends." The cadence of his words and the vivid expressions carried a hidden meaning.

David Schwimmer: ？ ？ ？

Instantly, the entire comedic effect was unleashed.

The whole room erupted in laughter.

At this moment, where was the tense atmosphere of a group attacking? Smiles adorned every face, making it impossible to be fierce.

More importantly, everyone could now see that Anson and Jennifer were indeed not "friends."

Some "knowing" is merely a fleeting acquaintance, just work colleagues, with all conversations limited to work and contact severed afterward.

Some "knowing," on the other hand, involves eating and drinking together, chatting and complaining together, sharing joys and sorrows, with different times of life closely connected.

There is a huge difference between "knowing" and "knowing."

Although Anson never directly discussed the rumors, neither confirming nor denying them, his casual conversation conveyed enough information.

Moreover, it wasn't rigid or stiff, but persuasive.

The scene was filled with joy.

Nicholas stared around in astonishment. One second they were partners working together, and the next he felt like he was surrounded on all sides.

Was this normal?

Nicholas was preparing to continue pressing with a few more questions. He was able to bring the conversation back on track once, and he could do it a second time.

But this time, a reporter next to him spoke first.

"Anson, do you really not have the actors' contact information?"

As soon as the question was asked, it was equivalent to the reporter agreeing with Anson's response, the rumors were dispelled without being attacked, and the conversation was brought into the topic of Anson's appearance in "Friends."

Originally, this should have been an occasion to press for rumors and negative news, but now it seemed like they were interviewing Anson about the behind-the-scenes stories of his appearance in "Friends."

Nicholas rolled his eyes in despair. He felt that things had slipped out of his control and were irreversibly sliding towards Anson's side.

Anson chuckled, "Honestly, I'm a little shy."

Ha.

A burst of laughter. Obviously, the reporters didn't believe Anson was "shy."

Anson shrugged slightly, "It's true. On set, half of my attention is spent controlling myself from screaming because of the familiar sets and the live audience, and the other half is spent on the upcoming performance and lines. I really don't have the energy to think about anything else."

"So, do you have any suggestions? How should I ask the other actors for their contact information?"

"'Hey, I really like you, can I have your phone number?' How should I say this so it doesn't sound like a stalker?"

Haha.

Laughter continued, and the scene had completely evolved into a symposium.

Was it really okay for things to be so harmonious and pleasant?