From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In Edgar, one could see foresight, ambition, and boldness, among other things. From the very beginning, he had taken a different approach, spending a lot of time and betting everything on Anson, which demonstrated Edgar's wisdom.

However, Edgar also had his limitations—

After all, he wasn't omniscient.

It was precisely because of this that Edgar was enthusiastic about communicating and talking with Anson. He believed that Anson's vision could often pinpoint the key points and even bring inspiration, opening the door to a whole new world.

Now, it was happening again.

"…This won't work."

With just one sentence, Anson casually rejected Edgar's idea.

If it were someone else, Edgar might have retorted with sarcasm without hesitation. He had his own temper, his own pride, and his own persistence, and he would never allow himself to be manipulated by just anyone.

But facing Anson, Edgar took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and revealed a smile, "Anson, I'm a little hurt right now."

That pitiful expression made Anson unable to hold back his laughter; while not far behind him, Noah looked over with a face full of horror—

Realizing that his actions might be discovered, Noah hurriedly turned his head back, staring blankly ahead, his stiff neck and shoulders inadvertently revealing the turmoil in his heart.

Anson noticed it, but didn't expose Noah, and continued to look at Edgar.

"Captain, what I mean is, the plan is feasible, but the execution needs to change strategies."

"Firstly, the current male fashion style is in its initial stage of development, or even primitive. Major brands are unsure how to proceed, and almost none have come up with decent collections, so Dior currently has a clear advantage, standing out from the crowd."

"Fashion also needs exploration."

"Even if it's not a year or two, it will take at least a quarter or two for major fashion brands to figure out some tricks."

"Choosing these brands for sponsorship at this stage may involve taking risks."

"Secondly, taking a step back, assuming that fashion brands have already figured out the tricks and are actively and boldly developing designs, it is also possible to discover treasures outside of Dior."

"Without characteristics, it also means without edges."

"If you choose brand sponsorship, in my opinion, your plan is likely to end in failure, and may even trigger unexpected side effects, completely ruining the fashion image and reputation accumulated so far."

Eloquent and well-organized.

Edgar exhaled a long, long breath. Although he felt uncomfortable and frustrated, Edgar had already realized that Anson was right.

However, Edgar did not interrupt Anson, and remained patient, waiting for Anson to finish speaking, a bitter smile slightly rising at the corner of his mouth.

"Phew. That's why I need to ask for your opinion."

Anson tilted his head, "Wait, it seems like our work positions have been switched a bit, right?"

Edgar spread his hands, looking calm, "I'm already used to making a fool of myself in front of you, which is better than making a fool of myself in front of others. If I were to make a fool of myself inside William Morris Agency, I might not even have any bones left now."

Anson imagined the scene for a moment, and still found it a bit difficult to imagine the infighting in the agency industry. Without experiencing it, he still lacked a sense of reality.

Edgar didn't pause, "So, what is your opinion? If we don't choose brand sponsorship, are we going to pay for everything out of our own pockets?"

Anson's thoughts were pulled back, and he revealed a meaningful smile, "Correct, but also not correct. Captain, we may need a little extra help."

Edgar's eyebrows raised slightly, "Who? You say, I'll be responsible for finding this person and persuading him."

Decisive and efficient.

Edgar was still Edgar, not questioning Anson's judgment, and choosing to stand by Anson in an instant, trusting Anson as always.

…

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang, coming from afar, like a great bell rippling through the air, leaving a lingering sound.

"Hey, buddy, you're a little earlier than expected…"

Anson pressed the intercom, jokingly saying in a relaxed tone.

"Come in now, do you need me to greet you at the gate?"

But he never expected that the voice coming from the intercom was actually a completely unexpected person, "Anson, it's me."

A pause.

The other party seemed a little hesitant, but finally added, "It's Brad."

Obviously, this wasn't Brad Pitt, but Brad Renfro.

A name that had disappeared for a long time without any news or movement, a name that was gradually leaving Anson's life, unexpectedly returned without warning.

Anson was slightly lost in thought.

Brad? Why did he appear, choosing this time to show up? What was the reason behind it? The last time they met, the farewell wasn't so pleasant, so did he want to see him?

Or rather, did he need to see him?

In a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Then, Noah appeared, "Mr. Wood, I'll take care of it. You don't need to worry about things like this."

Anson gathered all his scattered thoughts, and revealed a smile again, "Sorry, I'm still not used to having another person besides Luca in the house."

As an assistant, Noah had already moved into the guest room of Anson's villa, located next to the swimming pool, responsible for all the trivial matters of Anson's daily life, including but not limited to driver, cleaning, doorman, handyman, and so on.

However, Anson hadn't gotten used to it yet.

To be precise, Anson hadn't gotten used to this villa yet, everything takes time.

Noah showed a shy smile, "It's okay, you'll get used to it. Mr. Wood, do you need me to go to the gate to greet the guest?"

Anson then realized that Brad was still standing at the door.

"Anson, I just want to talk, but if you think it's not appropriate, you have my number." Brad's voice came from the intercom again, slightly low.

Indeed, if Anson didn't want to, he didn't need to see Brad. Anyway, he didn't owe him anything or feel guilty; but thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem necessary either, after all, Hollywood was just a small circle, and they would run into each other sooner or later, even if not today, they might meet elsewhere.

Gently exhaling a breath, Anson turned to look at Noah, "Leave this guest to me."

Brad Renfro stood at the entrance of the carved gate, hesitating whether he should turn around and leave, looking back at the taxi parked by the roadside. Just coming to Malibu had already consumed half of his courage, and if he continued to stay, he didn't know if he could bear it.

Just then—

Beep.

With a muffled sound, the carved gate slowly opened, and the lush green road stretched out in front of him. Brad couldn't help but look over.

Taking a deep breath, Brad waved at the taxi, then turned and started walking along the tree-lined path, his heart pounding wildly. After two turns, he saw Anson standing at the door, welcoming his arrival with a smile.