From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Hanging up the phone, Darren Starr couldn't help but smile with great interest. He hadn't expected that a magazine shoot would bring such a surprise from that kid, Anson. This matter... truly exceeded expectations.

Should he sell David Crane a favor and give him a push?

The thought had just arisen when his phone vibrated again. Darren glanced at the caller ID, and the smile at the corner of his mouth sparkled in his eyes.

"Hey, Anson, I was just talking to David about you."

On the other end of the phone was Anson. He wasn't flustered to hear his name mentioned unexpectedly and said smoothly, "No wonder my ears were itching."

Darren laughed heartily, "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

So, who should be reduced?

No one could be offended.

Moreover, it was for a mere Anson?

However, the editor in charge was very active, strongly expressing her views, not only showcasing the work results but also providing reasoned arguments—

She believed this was an opportunity for 'GQ' to change its positioning.

Rumor has it that Anson's photos sparked a series of discussions, and the editor in charge actually won a series of support.

Not just because of Anson.

The main reason was that they believed the photos could stir up some waves in the fashion field, which was also the image that 'GQ' had always hoped to create, leading the trend like top magazines such as 'Vogue' and 'Elle'.

Only in this way could they get rid of the passive situation of relying on celebrities and instead make those artists and those production crews rely on 'GQ'.

For the magazine, this crucial opportunity, more important than any actor or any production crew, was related to Anson but actually unrelated to Anson.

But.

The problem was that the 'GQ' editorial department also had its own concerns and considerations. If they had to sacrifice the coverage of someone or some production crew, it would mean offending some people, and they needed some return.

Then, the phone call went to David Crane.

The magazine shooting invitations for 'Friends' this summer were too numerous to count. If it weren't for Anson, David Crane wouldn't have considered 'GQ'.

As for the previously agreed-upon conditions, it could be the September or October issue, which was the season when 'Friends' Season 7 premiered. Anyway, there was no time limit when the agreement was made.

But now things were different, and the idea had changed.

'GQ' hoped that David Crane could fulfill his promise and do it in the July issue, which was the time when salary negotiations were most anxious or when the results were out; then they would increase Anson's coverage.

The question was whether David Crane was willing.

David Crane thought that if he could further promote Anson, it would no longer be for salary negotiations but for building connections in Hollywood.

So, David Crane's phone call went to Darren.

This was indeed a very interesting thing.

Darren himself couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Anson in the studio.

On the other end of the phone—

Grette?

Anson didn't expect Grette to rate him so highly, but to be honest, "I'm not sure, I just stepped on a skateboard in the studio that day."

Anson wasn't joking, he was serious.

The corners of Darren's mouth pursed slightly, but Anson must have done something right. Maybe they would understand after seeing the magazine photos.

So, should he agree?

Everyone has their own calculations, including Darren.

After a moment's thought, Darren changed the subject, "You called me, wasn't it because of the magazine matter?"

Anson chuckled, "No, there were some problems with the shooting that day, but we solved them smoothly on the spot. I haven't thanked Uncle Darren yet. When you said magazine shooting, I never thought it would be 'GQ'. I even thought I had found the wrong studio that day."

"Haha." Darren laughed heartily, "Are you scared, you little guy?"

Anson shook his head repeatedly, "Mom said that even if you're scared, you can't let others see it, so I'm secretly calling Uncle Darren."

Darren's eyes and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles. He could hear the teasing in Anson's words, "What's wrong?"

Anson didn't hide anything, "It's about the agent."

Darren didn't interrupt and listened patiently.

"Uncle Darren introduced two agents, who are undoubtedly big shots, but I think they may not be suitable for me."

Darren had worked so hard to build bridges, not only spending time and energy but also owing favors, but Anson rejected them all. He felt that he needed to give Darren an explanation so that Darren wouldn't be in a difficult position.

Darren was a little surprised—

He wasn't surprised by Anson's personality. This kid had grown up with his own personality since he was a child, had his own ideas and opinions, and even rejecting an agent wasn't surprising.

What really surprised him was that neither agent was able to satisfy Anson?

Darren wasn't angry but rather interested, "Did you meet with them?"

Anson cleared his throat and showed a smile, "If I refused without even meeting, it would be too disrespectful to Uncle Darren."

"Haha." Darren laughed directly, "You can refuse without meeting. I'm just a helper, but Anson, you should remember one thing, this is your career. Agents and work are the same, they are your shoes, only you know how they feel to wear and whether they are comfortable."

"I don't want to see you unhappy or your career in trouble. God, your mother would be sad, and I might not dare to come to your house for dinner."

This time, it was Anson's turn to laugh heartily, "No one can guarantee success or failure, that's the charm of Hollywood, Uncle Darren, don't you think?"

Darren nodded slightly. It wasn't easy to see this clearly at such a young age.

Anson didn't continue to beat around the bush, "I met with Harry Smith of William Morris first."

Everything was exactly as Edgar had predicted—

Hairspray. Rolex. Floor-to-ceiling windows.

Marlon Brando. Audrey Hepburn.

All the details were verified, almost to the extent that one would suspect Edgar was a prophet. Harry did use various details to prove his glory and used this superficial prosperity to confuse Anson, forming psychological suggestion.

Then, Anson asked Edgar's question, "How do I stand out? How do I show my characteristics and prove that I have the ability to become a superstar?"

Harry... gave a very interesting response—

Not an answer but a response.

Harry began to use Natalie Portman and Mel Gibson as examples, believing that Anson could follow in their footsteps to the top of Hollywood and become a member of the "A-list".

"A-list", this is the pinnacle of Hollywood, a being that everyone needs to look up to.

Harry didn't have a plan or idea. To be precise, he hadn't even studied Anson. In Hollywood, there were too many newcomers like this—

Even with Darren Starr as a backer.

"You will be like Natalie. Your name will be put together with Mel. What could be better than this?"

Second chapter. Bonus chapter at six o'clock.