The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1381 Clues
Excitement, anticipation, happiness.

In Jack's bright eyes, Anson saw... dreams and hopes, a faint light that was igniting the warmth of the soul.

Perhaps, Jack has finally gotten rid of his father's shadow and started to take steps to open up his own life.

"Congratulations!"

Anson said, his smile fully blossoming.

Jack's expression brightened up with just one sentence, and he said a little stiffly, "It's just the beginning."

Anson's eyes were full of smiles. "People with dreams are amazing, but those who dare to take steps to pursue their dreams are even more amazing."

Jack scratched his head. "Hehe. Who knows, maybe one day in the future I can collaborate with you on a production? I can use my camera to record your performance."

Anson laughed heartily. "It seems that I need to work hard to avoid being eliminated by Hollywood early and not being able to persist until the day you become a photographer."

Jack tilted his head and looked Anson straight in the eye. "Shouldn't I try to grow up as quickly as possible so that I can catch up with you as soon as possible?"

Anson shook his head slightly, "Oh, Jack, you should see that movie 'Sunset Boulevard'."

Jack said seriously, "How do you know I haven't seen it?"

For once in a lifetime, Anson was speechless.

After a slight pause, Anson laughed out loud, "Sorry, please forgive my presumptuous speculation."

Because the news was so sudden, Anson was slow to think, if Jack decided to go out and find a job now, what would happen to the school? Before, Jack had always longed to return to a quiet life like an ordinary child; but now he left school, was there something wrong with his family?
Something was not right.

However, just as Anson was about to ask, he heard a call from the side.

"Anson."

I turned around and saw it was Lucas.

Lucas still had a gloomy face, like a black-faced devil with no expression on his face, and he was holding a medical box in his hand.

Anson was full of questions, "Why, who's hurt?"

Lucas didn't say anything either, just looked at Anson quietly.

Anson was a beat slow to react. He had just fallen and was filming a scene of violently smashing a room, so his palms and knees had some scrapes and bruises.

But it's okay.

The crew’s medical team arrived at the first opportunity.

Now, Anson is the biggest star in the crew, and with Lucas, the big producer behind the crew, always watching closely from the side, the crew is on full alert. It is really exaggerated that Anson is surrounded by a doctor and two nurses even though it is just a minor scratch.

Anson didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hands to refuse them and said he would deal with it after the shooting for the day was finished. He just asked for a few Band-Aids.

As a result...the ultimate devil appeared in person.

Anson's face was filled with helplessness. He laughed dumbly and waved his hands, "I'm fine. Luca, it's great. Let me introduce you to my friend, Jack."

Hastily divert attention.

However, when I turned around and looked forward, the front was empty and there was no one in sight.

"Jack?" Anson was full of questions. "How come this guy disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

Lucas frowned slightly, came behind Anson, and scanned the whole place following Anson's gaze——

The theater was still bustling with people coming and going, but there was no sign of Anson's friend, nor was there anyone running around.

Lucas didn't say much. He came and sat down next to Anson and silently opened the medicine box.

Anson looked up at the sky speechlessly, "Luka, I'm not a child anymore."

Lucas didn't buy it at all. "Then stop whining like a child. The wound needs to be disinfected and then bandaged. You are an actor. If you don't take care of your body, it's irresponsible to the crew and the role. I thought you were mature enough and willing to take on the responsibility of an actor."

Huh!
All the staff members coming and going held their breath. Although they were curious, they all looked away one by one - didn’t they see that even Anson kept his mouth shut and looked deflated in front of Lucas? It turned out that the real big devil was here.

Anson looked up at the sky with despair. "Luca, now my image as a wise man in the crew is completely ruined. It's all your fault."

Lucas: “Yeah.”

Anson:......

Under Lucas's gaze, Anson finally compromised and rolled up his trouser legs. At a glance, one could see the bruises on his knees and abrasions on his calves.

Lucas' eyes turned cold and he started to get busy quickly.

Anson, "Ah, it hurts, Luca, Luca!"

Lucas raised his eyes and glanced at Anson. "Oh, you still feel pain? That means the nerves are not dead yet."

Lucas immediately saw through Anson's trick of deliberately crying out in pain, "Didn't you say that we need to pay attention to our image in front of the crew? Is this the image?"

Anson touched his nose and was frustrated again. "Luca, I'm fine, really. Just like the Spider-Man crew before..." He cut himself off before he could finish his words.

It's no use bringing up this issue. The events on the set of "Spider-Man 2" are still fresh in our minds.

Anson immediately noticed Lucas's icy gaze and blinked. "I've thought about it carefully and I think we need to take it seriously. We can't just ignore it because it's a minor injury. Luca, you're right. Thank you."

That tone was clearly the standard tone input by artificial intelligence, without any emotion at all.

Lucas pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile, then lowered his head and continued to work.

Although Anson kept saying that he was fine and he didn't feel anything at all, Lucas thought that Anson was concentrating and completely immersed in the role, and his nerves were dulled by the hangover, so Anson himself didn't notice it. However, they, the bystanders, could see that today's filming was very intense, the physical and mental consumption was very severe, and there were many bumps and bruises.

Sure enough, Lucas's judgment was correct.

There were abrasions everywhere on the knees, calves, elbows, arms, and palms.

Every time he found a new scratch, Anson looked at Lucas with question marks and an innocent face.

"Hey, when did this appear?"

"Wait, when did this happen?"

"Here? I don't feel anything."

As he spoke, Anson finally realized how clueless he was and shut his mouth obediently under Lucas's cold gaze.

The world finally quieted down.

Lucas concentrated on treating his wounds and took the initiative to break the silence, somewhat unexpectedly. "The friend you just mentioned...Jack?"

Anson nodded, "Yes, Jack, that's the one I told you about."

Lucas, "Why is he here? I thought he was just a student."

Anson's face was full of surprise. "Were you listening? I thought you didn't listen to me at all when I told you before."

Lucas looked at Anson speechlessly, "The point."

Anson waved his hand, "Okay, okay. I was just about to ask him about school, but you showed up and interrupted me, so I didn't have the chance to ask him."

"He just said that he joined a film crew as an apprentice and is now doing odd jobs under the production manager. He also wants to enter Hollywood and work behind the scenes."

Lucas paused, "Did he say which crew?"

Anson, "I didn't have time to ask, what's wrong? Is this important?"

Lucas looked up at his brother, "Anson, we are the only crew currently filming in Las Vegas."

(End of this chapter)