From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Leonardo DiCaprio, it's rumored that his mother was admiring an art exhibition while pregnant. When she stood in front of a painting by Leonardo da Vinci, the baby kicked her belly, so she named the baby "Leonardo."

Anson looked at Edgar, somewhat surprised, "So, your mother felt fetal movement while admiring Edgar Degas, so she named you Edgar?"

Edgar shrugged slightly, "At least, that's what she told me."

"She couldn't conceive for a long time when she was young. She and my father were both in despair, so when she finally found out she was pregnant, she stared at the reproduction oil painting souvenir sold by the museum in the doctor's office, Degas' 'Waiting,' created in 1882. She felt it was a sign."

"In that painting, Degas depicted a ballerina resting and waiting to go on stage. You can't see her expression, but she seems a little anxious and nervous. My mother thought she could understand the girl's feelings."

Originally, Anson was just asking casually, but he unexpectedly got a story.

A touching story.

Anson then took the opportunity to ask, "So, is she doing well now?"

Edgar nodded gently, "Yes, everything is fine." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but his expression revealed a hint of complexity. It was hard to describe what kind of emotion it was, but obviously, there was more to their story.

Edgar paused slightly, looked up at Anson, and gave a slightly helpless smile, "You're amazing. We're sitting here talking about my mother, but it has nothing to do with you. The position seems a bit confusing."

"Ha." Anson laughed, "In Hollywood, everyone wants to talk about themselves, me, me, me, always expecting the spotlight to be on them. Everyone is the same. Believe me, you'll have a chance to talk about me properly."

Edgar chuckled and nodded in agreement, "That's the truth. So, about me, what else do you need to know? Just ask. Except for my bank account password, I can share everything generously."

A strategic retreat.

Looking at Edgar, who was spreading his hands and holding nothing back, Anson knew that today's visit was different from the last time at the theater, and he also needed to change his attitude.

"Edgar, I want to tell you, I've already found an agent."

Edgar was not surprised, but instead caught the hidden meaning in Anson's words, "But you haven't signed yet, right? Or rather, even if you have signed, it's always good to have choices. You should always open up possibilities. After all, this is Hollywood, and we don't know what will happen tomorrow."

"Haha." Anson laughed happily.

Edgar didn't hesitate, seized the opportunity to take the initiative, "Would you mind telling me who you're planning to sign with?"

Anson didn't answer immediately, but instead raised his eyes to look directly at Edgar.

Edgar didn't dodge or hesitate, but frankly met Anson's gaze, "At least, I can know who my opponent is."

In fact, this matter is not a secret. It will soon spread throughout the agent industry circle. There is no harm in making it public.

In fact, not only is there no harm, but open and public competition can dispel the monsters and bring about truly high-quality, benign competition.

Perhaps, it can help Anson see the current situation clearly.

Everything was Darren's help in connecting the dots.

The two agents come from the number one and number two agencies in Hollywood, respectively, and one of them is even Edgar's colleague.

Edgar did not expect such an answer.

But strangely, he didn't feel frustrated or pressured, but instead became high-spirited, "Oh, not just one, but two, and both are the best choices. Does this mean my vision is correct?"

Edgar chuckled, looking eager to try.

At this time, Edgar noticed Anson's slightly confused expression, and he explained, "Eric White and Harry Smith are both top agents in the industry. They not only work for the best agencies, but also have excellent personal abilities. Without a doubt, their names are the best business cards."

Anson knew nothing about the agent industry, and these names meant nothing to him, but now, Edgar's affirmation proved Darren's connections, "This situation, for you, is not good, right?"

Edgar spread his hands, "Indeed, very, very bad."

Revealing a wry smile.

Stopping only for a moment, without panicking, Edgar continued, "However, I don't need to lie, because these news, with a little inquiry, their resumes and their achievements will be clear at a glance. You don't need me, you can also realize that they are indeed the top of the industry."

"But."

"Anson, if I may be frank, I think this is a mistake."

Anson's eyebrows raised slightly, "A mistake?"

Only now could he slightly perceive Edgar's tension. After all, he needed to face two heavyweight boxing champions. Confidence was confidence, but he couldn't be blindly confident.

Edgar paused, clenched his fingers into a fist, hiding the slight tremor in his fingertips, sorted out his thoughts, and found a way out of the predicament.

"How about this, I'll make a bet with you. I can tell you how these meetings will go when you meet them."

"If I'm wrong, you don't need to pay attention to me. Choose one of them. I believe you can have a bright future."

"But if I'm right, please consider sitting down and talking with me, listening to my thoughts, my plans, at least give me a fair chance to compete."

Edgar's face was full of sincerity—

Although Anson gave him the opportunity today and sat down to talk, Edgar knew his shortcomings. The resources he could provide were very limited. Not to mention competing with Eric and Harry, even competing with other agents would not be easy. Anson might not listen attentively.

He needed a breakthrough.

Eric and Harry were indeed strong enemies, but precisely because of this, Edgar saw his opportunity.

Some may ask, is it necessary? Is it worth going to such lengths? It's just a young actor, just a guest role in a series.

Edgar did not agree. He believed that everything was worth it.

The first meeting was just a feeling.

The second meeting, the intuition gradually became clear.

Edgar believed that he needed to fully fight for Anson. This young man might become a turning point in his career.

Realizing this, Edgar did not hesitate and decisively attacked.

However.

Anson remained unmoved, his expression did not change much, and a hint of interest was revealed in his eyes. On the contrary, he was also a little curious. Edgar was indeed different from other agents, so positive and so sincere, showing a completely different face, so what did Edgar see in him?

However, it was not important. Anyway, he could remain calm and patiently see what cards Edgar had.

Third chapter.