The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1098 The homeless
"I don't think Edgar is just doing this for marketing, he probably genuinely believes you have a chance."

Amidst the confusing news, Lucas grasped the core.

“Imagine it, why not?”

"It's been 007 years since ? Forty years? It has always been sticking to the same genre and style and maintaining its own brand image, which is a good thing."

"But at the same time, the audience is no longer the same audience. Now the audience has higher and higher requirements for the type of movies, and their tastes are becoming more and more picky. If 007 does not change, they may face market loss, like a pool of stagnant water, gradually losing vitality."

"Hasn't the Sherlock Holmes series been updated for years?"

"If the production team is smart enough, they should break the rules at the right time and inject different colors into the series of movies."

"I believe you are their chance. Edgar should think so too."

At least, in theory, that's true.

Anson put down the palette in his hand and looked at Lucas in surprise, revealing an interested look, "Since when did you start caring about movies?"

Lucas didn't even raise his eyelids. "Since you started to become an actor."

Anson choked.

Lucas: "At its core, movies are also a business."

Anson protested, "Oh, that's not romantic at all. Movies are art. Art!"

Lucas, "Art also needs to make money. Otherwise, if no one discovers art, it means no one recognizes its value. Are you willing to be Van Gogh?"

Anson spread his hands, his face full of despair, "You ruined all my romantic fantasies. Now I feel like I'm full of money."

This is obviously a joke.

Lucas tipped his hat in thanks.

Anson laughed. "Why are you here? Where's your job? God, if I were your boss, I'd have kicked you out."

Lucas, "No need to wait for you to make a move. I quit."

Anson:......

Anson blinked and his first reaction was that Lucas was joking, but after looking at Lucas carefully, he realized that Lucas was not.

"Wait, why?"

Lucas, “The concept of cooperation is different.”

Anson sneered, "Is this some kind of divorce statement? Why are you saying it so lightly?"

Lucas remained calm, "There are reunions and separations, there are collaborations and there are breakups, this is life, it's normal, there's no need to make a fuss."

Anson's breath got stuck in his chest and he rolled his eyes, "Do mom and dad know?"

Lucas, “They didn’t ask.”

Because it was so ridiculous, Anson just laughed, "If I hadn't asked, you wouldn't have told me, right?"

Lucas, "Every time you take on a project, or miss a project, do you tell us?"

Anson's eyes widened. "From today on, I will, I will."

Lucas, “But I don’t want to hear it.”

Anson:......

After a brief moment of shock, Anson calmed down a little and asked, "When did it happen?"

Lucas downplayed it, "For a while."

Anson, "Wait, is it because of me?"

Lucas was about to speak.

Anson shook his head. "Don't be perfunctory. When I was in the hospital, you were wandering around like a vagrant. Is this why you had a falling out with the company?"

"Luca, is that so?" Lucas didn't say anything.

Anson couldn't help himself, "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He raised his head and looked at Lucas. All kinds of complicated emotions surged in his chest, and finally turned into a smile at the corners of his mouth, which rose up weakly. "So, what are you going to do next?"

Lucas was still worried, "You don't need to worry about me."

"Have you forgotten that I went to Silicon Valley alone, started from scratch, and was not afraid of anything; it's still the same now."

"Besides, I still have you now, don't I? My baby brother has grown up, and I am still making good use of the funds you left with me."

After a pause, "I'm heading to Los Angeles."

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you just come to Malibu and I'll support you."

Originally, Anson was joking and teasing Lucas, but he didn't expect that Lucas nodded gently, "That's what I planned for the first six months. Before I get established, I'll live with you. I've already moved my luggage in."

Anson:?
After thinking for a while, Anson said seriously, "Luca, tell me the truth, Noah is the spy you placed next to me, right?"

Lucas glanced at Anson. "I thought you just invited me to Malibu."

"An invitation is an invitation, but you acted without warning and then asked for permission. There is something wrong."

"The result is the same anyway, isn't it?"

"No, no, no, the logical order is different. You are guilty, so you came to Columbus specifically to apologize, right?"

Chattering, chattering.

The two brothers confronted each other without giving in, and the tit-for-tat continued for a long time.

After the sun went down, Anson and Lucas left the studio and walked in the afterglow of the sunset instead of driving, and headed to the restaurant for dinner.

It was an unremarkable Italian family restaurant with no special dishes but an exceptionally warm atmosphere.

The chef and owner said that all their recipes were inherited from their grandmother and are all authentic Italian family dishes.

My grandmother was the first chef of this restaurant. She worked there until her health could no longer support her and she was forced to retire. Then the boss took over the restaurant.

The white-haired old man still came to the restaurant every now and then to supervise, chattering in Italian and mingling with the guests.

Anson and the grandmother drank a small glass of red wine, and Lucas sat quietly by the side, watching his brother chatting happily with the hosts and guests in the restaurant.

After dinner, the Wood brothers continued to stroll in the city at night and went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of things.

Looking at Anson's sneaky figure, Lucas pretended that he didn't see the three bags of potato chips that Anson secretly hid in the corner of the cart.

Even though Anson had legitimately bought five packs.

It was not until the checkout time that the guilty Anson confessed his feelings, and Lucas tacitly agreed, which made Anson cheer for joy.

Carrying a bunch of things, the two brothers staggered back to the studio——

There is a second floor with bedrooms, bathrooms, guest rooms and everything else. Anson has been living there for some time.

Arriving at the studio, Lucas was in charge of making cocktails while Anson was in charge of sitting on the sofa in the backyard and counting the stars. The refreshing breeze blew gently on his cheeks, and all the muscles in his body relaxed. A bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips made him feel leisurely and comfortable. It seemed that the happiness of life was just like this.

"…This is the second bag. At this rate, we may not be able to make it to tomorrow night." Lucas looked at the bag of potato chips next to Anson, feeling a little helpless.

Anson waved his hand, took the cocktail from Lucas, and changed the subject nonchalantly.

Lucas didn't say anything more in the end. He sat down on the sofa chair next to Anson, bathed in the moonlight, and slowly relaxed.

Until Anson's calm voice came from his ear, "Luca, it's not an accident that you left the company and went to Los Angeles, right?"

Hidden behind the calmness was a kind of certainty that suddenly grabbed Lucas' heart.

Lucas' muscles stiffened, and a thunderous sound resounded above his eardrums. He was stunned for a very, very short time.

(End of this chapter)