The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1013: Peeling off the cocoon
Anson had no clue either.

A little disappointing, but not surprising.

Lucas nodded gently, "Okay, I get it. You don't need to think too much, just leave it to me, I will investigate the truth."

After saying that, Lucas noticed a slight struggle between Anson's brows, and he quickly stopped him.

"Anson, there's no need to think too much. There are so many eyes on the set of the studio, even if no one is paying special attention, there will still be clues left."

"I will..."

Before he could finish his words, Anson interrupted him, "Paparazzi."

Lucas: "What?"

Anson did not answer directly, but was stunned. His memory processing was a little slow, and the scenes of the shooting scene surged in his mind in a messy and trivial way.

No exception.

Objectively speaking, Anson did not notice anything unusual on the set that day; but his intuition told him that it was paparazzi.

"I mean, maybe the paparazzi came into the set that day and were ready to take pictures."

"Recently, there has been a lot of discussion about Spider-Man's uniform. The crew has racked their brains to prevent sneak shots, and even asked me to wear a cape when I go in and out. It's really too much."

"Perhaps, a paparazzi managed to break through the blockade, sneak into the studio, and find an opportunity to take pictures of the uniforms."

"Look, why did the flash light up when I was flying in the air and doing the action?"

“That is the most beautiful action, and it also fully displays all the details of the system.”

Lucas listened attentively, but his expression showed a little confusion, "Is it necessary? Paparazzi photographs uniforms, takes a random photo, and then sneaks away. That's enough to satisfy curiosity, isn't it?"

"Price," Anson replied. "Of course, this is just my guess. I'm not very smart right now, so I might be talking nonsense."

"But imagine, a blurry silhouette shot from the side, or a clear and visible close-up shot from the front, which one is more valuable?"

"It's like the paparazzi photos of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston's wedding. The blurry silhouettes lurking in the reeds are certainly mysterious and talked about, but they are still not as attractive as the frontal photos in 'US Weekly'."

"If possible, it is natural to capture the most important moment and pursue the clarity and details of the photo. At this time, aesthetics may not be taken into consideration."

"A blurry uniform photo might cost $10,000, but a full, clear, frontal uniform photo might cost $100,000."

Lucas rolled his eyes, "My brother is worth $100,000?"

Anson curled his lips. "I thought you were going to say ten dollars at most."

Lucas, "I will refuse even ten dollars, but you don't even need to look at a hundred thousand dollars at the cost of your health."

Anson knew Lucas was serious. "And I thought of one more thing. If we shoot during the break, he might be discovered. The crew is full of eyes. He would have to be careful every moment when pressing the shutter. He might not even be able to take out the camera smoothly."

"But when filming, all your attention is on the filming work. This is a pure natural cover, and it should be much easier to operate."

It was just an inspiration at first, but after I said it out loud, I felt more and more that—

This may be the answer.

Lucas didn't respond or show any expression, but he thought it was a possibility. "If it was a paparazzi, do you suspect anyone?"

Anson shook his head. "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Ask Edgar for Eve's phone number. Eve is an expert in this area. She should have a list. Even if there is no target, the paparazzi are more informed."

"If he is really a paparazzi, and the news of your investigation is too obvious, he may not take action. Then it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

At this point, Anson remembered something.

"The same thing happened when we were filming the first movie in the series." Lucas' face darkened. "Are you injured?"

Anson was a little helpless. "No. At that time, the paparazzi was hiding in the closet of the trailer, curled up in a ball. I thought it was a rat..."

Lucas: “It’s just a mouse.” His words did not hide his dissatisfaction at all.

Anson, "Anyway, I found him, and the scene was really funny, haha."

"Actually, I've never understood the psychology of the masses. It's just a uniform, isn't it? It's in the comics, isn't it? There may be some changes when it's adapted into a movie, but it's basically the same. There's nothing special about it."

"So, what's the point of seeing the uniforms in advance?"

"Just a few words of admiration and a few words of praise, that's all. Those who like the movie will still like it, and those who are not interested will still not be interested. I don't see the propaganda significance of this."

Lucas, "Do you know that paparazzi?"

Anson, "What?"

Lucas didn't listen to Anson's complaints at all. His attention was always on the culprit. Anyway, he was never interested in those gossips. "The paparazzi who hid in the trailer and took pictures."

Anson, "He is in a different position now, he shouldn't do such a cowardly thing again. In fact, he didn't like it at first. You should have heard of him, Harry Percy."

Lucas, "Should I know him?"

Anson, "Founder of TMZ."

Lucas suddenly realized, "It's him? He actually has such a connection with you?"

Anson made a meaningful joke, "Oh, this is just a small chapter."

Lucas thought about it seriously. TMZ has now become a monster that has risen strongly in the Internet age. It is rumored that more than one group has tried to acquire TMZ. The wealthy News Corporation is the first on the list. So now Harry Pesci should be considering how to sell it at a high price and has no time to continue the tiring life of a paparazzi.

Even if TMZ is now as eager for photos of Spider-Man's uniform as the entire market, and is even willing to pay a high price, it is probably not Harry's turn to do it himself.

Maybe he could check with TMZ to see if any paparazzi have been secretly selling photos from the Spider-Man 2 set recently.

If there is, the culprit is already clear.

The thought lingered in his mind for a short while, and Lucas immediately came back to his senses. Looking at Anson who was still frowning and thinking hard, he interrupted Anson's thoughts.

"Leave this matter to me."

Anson looked at Lucas and said, "Let's leave it to Edgar. You are not a professional and you have your own work to do. There is no need to waste time here."

Lucas didn't comment or respond, "Now, you need to rest."

Anson looked up at the sky, "I'm being treated like a patient now!"

Lucas didn't buy it, "You are the patient."

Anson sighed and gave up resistance. "At least, you should let me communicate with Edgar or the director to discuss the follow-up matters."

Lucas frowned, doubting his ears.

Anson did not continue to explain, but quietly met Lucas's gaze.

In the end, Lucas gave in. "Five minutes." Seeing that Anson was about to continue his defense, he said, "We can come back tomorrow to discuss the details. No matter how urgent you are, there is no rush now. So, it's either five minutes or forget it."

Anson gritted his teeth secretly, looking up at the ceiling with a look of despair.

Lucas turned around and left contentedly. As soon as he opened the door, all the people waiting outside stood up; and there were quite a lot of them.

(End of this chapter)