The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1441 Career Crisis
Bert and Anson were the only ones left in the hall, but the small apartment was still packed with people and did not seem deserted. Every corner was filled with cream-colored lights and busy figures, making it seem warm and natural.

After the crowd dispersed, the atmosphere did not become awkward or cold, but instead became more relaxed.

Bert untied his tie and finally had a chance to catch his breath. He simply sat on the back of the sofa, relaxed, and chatted with Anson.

"So, Anson, what do you do for a living?"

Anson: ... "I'm an actor."

Bert showed a surprised expression. "Oh, perfect. Look at me, I can't wrap my head around it now. You and Annie must have known each other at work, right?"

Anson thought about it carefully. "Yes, it is. So, what do you do for a living?"

Bert exhaled heavily. "Stockbroker, there is no comparison with your profession. But I have also acted in plays off-Broadway."

"'Twelfth Night,' Shakespeare."

"To be precise, it should be Outer... uh, Outer Off Broadway, in a corner of Brooklyn that no one knows or cares about. Except for us, no one would think that it has anything to do with Broadway."

“Annie and I have performed together before in school, also Shakespeare, but that is a very distant memory.”

As he spoke, Bert couldn't help but sigh, and his expression showed a bit of loneliness as he seemed to think of his current situation.

"I've always believed that this is a very tough business. I mean, the money is just horrible, right?"

Anson raised his chin slightly, "Of course, of course."

Bert seemed to think of himself and sighed again, "Look at Anne. Forget about 'The Princess Diaries'. She was a rookie at that time and had no bargaining chips. We all need to pay the price for our youth. But the salary for 'Cinderella Story' was still suppressed by Disney."

"If it weren't for 'The Princess Diaries 2' holding the chips, the situation would still be bad now."

"But in fact, Anne is lucky, very, very lucky. I met some friends in college who are smart, clever and talented. They have been in this industry longer than you, but they are still struggling and only earn $7,000 or $8,000 a year. I can't imagine such a life."

“So, what kind of performances do you mainly attend?”

Anson said politely, "Movies. The main one."

Bert's eyes lit up and his expression relaxed. "A colleague of Annie's? Oh, great, well done. So how's the movie revenue?"

"I mean, how much did your last movie make?"

Anson looked troubled, "…I'm not sure. My memory isn't particularly clear."

Bert immediately realized that he had offended him, "Sorry, I didn't mean that, please forgive my recklessness, it's all an occupational disease."

Anson waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, no, it's okay. I just haven't confirmed it. If I remember correctly, it should be between 30 million and 40 million US dollars."

Bert: ...

The person who was eating peanuts froze in place.

Then, Thomas' voice broke the deadlock, "Dinner is ready, please come to the restaurant and meet."

Anson greeted Bert politely, then turned to look towards the kitchen, "Michael, where is the bathroom?"

Michael pointed in the direction, and Anson thanked him and started towards the destination.

Drew pushed Anne into the kitchen immediately, and Michael and Thomas cooperated well to surround Anne. Thomas was the first one who couldn't help himself.

"Quick, quick, quick, tell me, why is Anson Wood here? Are you dating?"

Annie waved her hands and was about to explain, but she didn't expect the peanuts in Bert's hand to fall to the ground, and his chin fell with it.

In an instant, all eyes were drawn over there.

"Anson Wood?" Burt was stunned and repeated it in a dumbfounded manner.

The sound exploded.

Everyone quickly signaled to Bert to be quiet, "Shh", "Speak softly", "Are you worried that he can't hear us", "Shut up"!
Bert had no time to complain. He widened his eyes and said, "Are you talking about Anson Wood? And Anne..."

No one answered and no one paid any attention.

"Shh!"

"Keep your voice down." "Shh!"

But this response is already the best answer.

Burt turned his head to look at the bathroom, and his heart sank. "Oh, God."

Bert held his head, he felt like his head was about to explode.

Michael was the first to react, a sense of foreboding looming over his head, "What's wrong?"

Burt couldn't hear it at all, "Shit. Shit, shit, shit."

Michael, "What did you tell him?"

Bert looked around blankly, "I, uh, I think I need to leave, Michael, I'm sorry, I may not be able to enjoy Thomas's terrible cooking tonight."

Thomas, "Hey!"

Drew looked at Bert, "Wait, sir, you didn't recognize him, did you?"

Bert was so disappointed, "You recognized him at first sight?"

Drew, "Nonsense, that's Anson Wood!"

Bert: ... "Of course I know, but, but I didn't expect to see him here at all, God, I didn't have any association at all."

Drew couldn't help laughing silently, "You don't think of him as a deadbeat loser, do you?"

Thomas shook his head repeatedly. "No, Bert wouldn't be that evil. At most, he would just treat him as a pretty face."

Haha, hahaha!

Even Anne couldn't control the corners of her mouth.

Bert spread his hands, lying flat on his back, "Whatever, I feel like my life is about to end, neither my career nor my life. Oh, by the way, Annie is dating Anson, and I'm the only bachelor here. Admit it, you're going to murder me tonight, right?"

The conversation could not continue because Anson came out.

"Hey, my stomach is protesting, when can we have dinner?"

Thomas showed a smug smile and lowered his voice to look at everyone, "It doesn't matter if you complain about my cooking skills, let's see who is particularly looking forward to tonight."

Then he raised his voice and called out, "Now, now is the time, please take a seat."

Anson rubbed his hands together and stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, "I'm ready for a feast."

Anne took the initiative to approach Anson and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure you have filled your stomach in advance in Central City?"

Anson laughed dumbly and made an "OK" gesture to Annie, "Don't worry."

Dinner was...very enjoyable.

In fact, this was not just a compliment. The atmosphere of the dinner was far beyond imagination. It was not only relaxed and pleasant, but also comfortable and relaxing.

Anson seemed to have this ability, unconsciously letting the atmosphere fall under his control and everything became natural.

It wasn't until Anson and Annie had left the apartment and just closed the door that reality returned to his body and incredible cheers and screams suddenly broke out behind him.

"what!"

“Ahhhh, this is unbelievable!”

"Haha, what happened tonight?"

The rolling heat waves broke through the thin door of the apartment, with screams and jumps, and the hustle and bustle was so noisy that even Anson and Anne were frightened and turned their heads back in a daze, as if some tragedy had happened inside.

Anne looked at Anson and blinked. "I'm sorry, this is a tradition in our family. Every time I leave, they do this on purpose. I know it's stupid. I told them that I hate this kind of behavior."

Haha!

(End of this chapter)