The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1106 Something is fishy
"So, when are you free? I guess we should sit down and discuss the details of the contract?"

On the other end of the line came Edgar's voice, brisk and pleasant, full of enthusiasm.

However, it sounded burning hot in Mangold's ears, and his mind was in a mess, and he was unable to sort out his thoughts for a while.

Snapped.

Mangold hung up the phone immediately.

Mangold blinked and looked at Kitcher.

Kitcher looked at Mangold with his jaw dislocated, unable to believe his eyes, and tried to say something, but found that his voice was completely stuck.

Finally, Kitcher cursed with his eyes: What on earth have you done?
Mangold gasped, "What on earth have I done?"

But what to do?
Edgar was ready to negotiate a cooperation, but they were still stuck in the underground parking lot of Sony Columbia. What else could they do?
Mangold's mind was a mess. The only thing he could do was to bury his head in the sand like an ostrich.

Kitch was almost suffocating. He couldn't believe his eyes and slammed his head heavily against the back of the chair.

However, there was no time to catch my breath as the phone started ringing again.

"what!"

When Mangold saw the caller ID, he saw that Edgar had called back again. He threw the phone away subconsciously as if he had seen the Ring.

Kitcher doubted his own eyes, "God, what are you doing? Edgar is going to get suspicious!"

Mangold also held his breath, "So what should we do?"

Kitcher, "Hold him steady first. We have to find a solution."

Mangold, "Why don't we just tell him the truth? Maybe he can find a solution? After all, Anson has the strength to challenge them."

Kitcher, "If we tell Edgar now, it would be like taking sides. We shouldn't take sides, we should sort out our thoughts first."

Ji Che's breath was stuck in his chest.

Until now, he is still not sure whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to seek cooperation with Mangold.

A few years ago, Mangold was interested in this project and had been hanging around Keach and Johnny Cash, begging them to join the project; but Keach was never satisfied with Mangold, and if he had not been desperate, he would not have had no choice but to find Mangold to cooperate.

Looking at Mangold who was in a panic in front of him, Kitcher regretted it again and again.

But now is not the time to lose temper. "Answer the phone first and calm Edgar. We can't expose our true identity." Kitcher firmly grasped the reins of reason.

Chaos. Panic.

Now neither of them can sort out their thoughts, so there are bound to be some mistakes. Maybe Kitcher is right, at least they should sort out their thoughts first.

After taking a deep breath and another deep breath, Mangold finally calmed down. He answered the phone again, "Hey, Edgar."

"The call was disconnected just now." Edgar looked a little confused.

Mangold, "Yes, we are in the tunnel. This signal is terrible."

Kitcher gave Mangold a thumbs up. What a great excuse!
Sure enough, Edgar had no doubts. "You are driving? Sorry, let's finish this as soon as possible. I don't want the traffic police to stop your car and issue a ticket."

Mangold, "Haha. Haha." He laughed dryly twice, "Let's make an appointment to sit down and talk. I'll call your assistant later."

Edgar, "Of course. I have plenty of time today and tomorrow, let's see." Mangold was a little panicked: Today or tomorrow? So soon?
"Oh, it's not possible within the next two days. We, uh, need to adjust the script. You know, we always want to be perfect. How about I confirm the progress with James and then call you?" Mangold squeezed out a reason like squeezing toothpaste.

Edgar was very straightforward. "Okay, no problem. You guys go at your own pace. Anson is looking forward to seeing the script continue to improve. Just make an appointment with my assistant later."

After a few simple greetings, the phone was finally hung up.

Mangold let out a long breath. After only two minutes of talk time, he was already sweating. He turned to look at Kitcher and laughed heartily.

Kitcher rolled his eyes speechlessly, but still high-fived Mangold to celebrate, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Finally, I escaped.

On the other end of the line, Edgar hung up, but he didn't put down the receiver of the landline phone in his hand. He sat there, his brain working at high speed -

Something is wrong.

To be honest, Edgar still has many doubts about the "Sing with Me" project; but he also admitted that Anson's judgment was correct. Considering all factors, this might be an opportunity to break the deadlock.

So, Edgar temporarily put aside his concerns and worries and cooperated with Anson wholeheartedly.

As an agent, Edgar is aware of one cruel truth:

Are movies important? Yes, 100 percent; but at the same time, movies are not that important, because awards season is ultimately a public relations game. Even if the quality of the works is not that good, they can still turn the tide through public relations strategies. After all, awards ceremonies are not competitive sports.

Otherwise, how could "Shakespeare in Love" possibly beat "Saving Private Ryan"?

In Edgar's view, Anson is responsible for concentrating on acting, and he is responsible for fanning the flames and making overall arrangements. The prospects of "Walking with the Song" do have many possibilities.

However, what about this phone call just now?
Mangold and Kitcher have been eager for Anson to join the crew. Now that Anson has finally agreed, they are not in a hurry to continue negotiations?
The excuse was the script? This script had been going around in Hollywood for ten years, and Kitcher had always refused to revise it, otherwise he wouldn't have encountered so many rejections. Now he was willing to revise it? Without Anson's opinion?
Also, if it's a tunnel, not to mention the intermittent and unclear signal, what about the roar of engines and the sound of air rushing around?

If it was a big deal, there wasn't anything wrong; but these trivial details concealed some abnormalities, which made Edgar's brain work quickly.

But what else could be happening here?
To take a step back, assuming that Keach and Mangold are not satisfied with Anson and they have found other suitable actors, they can simply refuse; anyway, the two parties have not formally sat down to discuss the cooperation agreement, and it is normal for changes to occur during the project progress.

So why all the secrecy?

Could it be... that some unexpected variables have occurred?

Edgar's thoughts were running at high speed, but he still didn't have a clear direction.

tunnel?

Are there any tunnels near Los Angeles?

An idea occurred to Edgar, and he thought it might not be a coincidence.

There happened to be a tunnel on the way to Sony Columbia's office building in Los Angeles; coupled with Sony Columbia's recent high-level struggles and the ups and downs in recent times, the clues naturally came together and collided with a crazy possibility.

Whether it's true or not, just give it a try and you'll know.

Without hesitation, Edgar picked up the phone again and quickly dialed a number leading to Sony Columbia's office building.

"Hey David, how's it going, are you busy today?"

(End of this chapter)