The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1435 A pile of goods

"…'Seventeen'."

Anson gave a slightly awkward answer, but he couldn't just throw out the names of those top media. What if they were already there? What if the trick was exposed? What if his identity was exposed?

The first crisis was resolved, but Anson realized that this was a minefield.

Obviously, this is not the best time to play Minesweeper.

"By the way, this is Michael Moskowitz. I think Miss Hathaway is waiting for me."

Anson added, Michael Moskowitz, the lead singer of the nerdy band in "The Princess Diaries", but Anson was not sure whether Anne could recognize the code, and he began to feel that this surprise visit was not a good idea.

Ms. Sandra turned and went into the next room. Anson immediately felt a sense of crisis standing there. His skin tightened slightly and his five senses were fully opened.

That feeling was like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

And it was a little lamb standing among a group of tigers and wolves, hunching its shoulders and shivering, hoping that it would not be discovered by these carnivores.

The PDA man glanced at Anson again, which made Anson feel the black-framed glasses on his nose getting slightly hot.

I would like to ask, who gave Superman the confidence to think that a pair of glasses could conceal his true identity?
"Is this suit... Dior?" The PDA man finally asked, "Sorry, I mean, it's very rare to see suits of this color."

Anson: ... "No, it's not Dior. I found it at a second-hand store. I'm not sure of the brand."

PDA Man, "Oh, it's very nice, I think it's an excellent choice."

Anson, "After all, we are here to interview a Disney fairy tale movie today. I hope to leave some unique impressions, but I'm not sure if it will work."

The PDA man snapped his fingers at Anson and winked in appreciation.

"Mr. Moskowitz? Please follow me."

Sandra's call came from the front.

Anson stood up and walked over. The man with PDA inadvertently glanced at the back, was slightly stunned, and looked again.

But before he could take a closer look, the figure had disappeared around the corner. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then waved his hand to reject his idea and continued to work on his PDA.

"You have five minutes."

Anson heard Sandra's voice in his ears. Before he could think, Sandra had already pushed open the door of the small living room in front of him and shouted inside.

"Annie."

Then Sandra turned and left.

Anson took a step forward and saw an open floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. Golden sunlight sparsely poured in, covering the slender figure.

A white lace dress perfectly outlines her graceful and undulating figure, and the light and fluffy skirt sways in the wind like a blooming lily; her soft and shiny long hair is tied into a high bun, revealing her face completely, elegant and charming, descending into the world through the sunshine.

The whole house is like the living room outside, filled with white lilies. There are flower baskets, flower pots, flower arrangements, bouquets of different sizes and shapes, all of which are lilies. Even if one has poor observation skills, one will not miss such a grand occasion. It feels like an elf world is presented in the indoor space.

The scene before my eyes, everything, all revolved around that figure, making me dizzy.

Anson paused slightly, obviously not expecting such a scene.

Anson couldn't help but look down at his outfit, which seemed too casual. This made Anson smile and he was about to make a joke.

Unexpectedly, Anne Hathaway, who was standing in front, looked a little embarrassed. "Just like a Barbie doll." Anne tugged at her skirt stiffly, with a slightly bitter smile, "But the PR said it fits the publicity image."

Anson was about to respond, but just as he opened his mouth, his nose swelled: A-choo.

Just sneeze.

Anson quickly covered his nose, silently moved forward two steps, took out two pieces of paper from the tissue box on the table, and awkwardly solved his situation.

Anne had not expected this scene at all. Looking at Anson's appearance, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, and her expression completely relaxed.

"Oh, God, are you allergic to pollen?" Anne quickly put away her smile and asked worriedly, but the corners of her mouth and eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

Anson waved his hands repeatedly and finally packed up. "No, as far as I know, not really. But I think there are too many lesbians here and I am still somewhat affected. It seems that I will not have the opportunity to get some prince charming roles in the future. What a pity."

Anne was amused again. She looked around and let out a long breath. "This is also the PR idea. They believe this can create an atmosphere."

But Anne obviously didn't like it.

Anson shrugged slightly. "Indeed, catering to public expectations means giving up some of our own self-persistence. After all, we are all commodities in Hollywood."

Anne's eyes widened, "You too?"

Anson, "Me too. Tom Cruise, Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt, no one is an exception. But that doesn't mean our souls can't have their own edges and colors; otherwise, all products will look the same, and consumers won't be willing to pay for them."

As he spoke, Anson took out a few lilies and baby's breath from the vase, stood there and began to work, weaving a small crown.

In Anne's surprised and unexpected eyes, Anson put the crown on Anne's head, looked her up and down, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Believe me, your publicist will not only not say no, but will thank you."

puff.

Anne couldn't control herself after all, and her smile completely blossomed.

She restrained her smile, deliberately lifted up her skirt, and did a standard princess thank you gesture. Only then did she have time to ask, "Why are you here?"

"Besides..." Anne gestured up and down at Anson's outfit: there was no disguise at all, "Aren't you worried about being discovered by the reporters outside?"

Anson said calmly, "The one who least wants to see any scandal right now should be Disney, so I believe your team will take good care of the reporters."

Anne's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Anson even made fun of Disney.

Disney naturally doesn't want Anne to get involved in any scandals while promoting the new movie, and even if they noticed Anson showing up, they would probably keep their mouths shut.

After the joke, Anson waved his hand, "No, I'm not worried. You know, in New York, people only care about themselves, or they don't have the energy to care about other things. After all, their own affairs are already overwhelmed, so they often don't look up and don't have time to observe the situation of others."

"This is different from Los Angeles. It's very, very different."

In Los Angeles, everyone greets each other when they meet, whether it is sincere or not. Even if it is just a small talk, at least they will look into the other person's eyes and say hello.

But this is not the case in New York. Even when greeting each other in daily social situations, people often don’t have the leisure to pay attention to the other person’s expression and status.

"So, I'm not worried at all. In fact, no one in the room should be aware of my presence at this point."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room was pushed open, and Anson turned around in panic to look to the side.

(End of this chapter)