The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1448 By any means necessary
Light as a breeze, but deadly in every move——

Now, Jon was 100% sure that Anson was not a vase.

Sure enough, stereotypes kill people. What are those rumors in Hollywood? If Anson is a fool, then there are no smart people in Hollywood.

Compared to Jon who was completely frozen in place, Anson seemed much more relaxed. "I'm sorry, you know, those damn Hollywood actors, they all think they are the center of the universe and the whole world revolves around them. Inevitably, I made mistakes."

"My friends say that New York City is too arrogant and conceited to accommodate me. I have always denied it, but now it seems that I need to examine myself."

Teasing, self-deprecating.

With ease and humor, Anson easily controlled the situation, while Jon was left suspended in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating.

How to do?
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Jon was anxious: What should I do? What should I do? Jon, think, think quickly, he can't remain silent any longer, his smile is almost stiff, he must respond, he must give a witty response, but now his whole brain is a mess, what's going on?

Anson looked at Jon, slightly shifted his position, looked over Jon's arm, and looked outside the coffee shop.

"So, the guy who's been peeking at the door isn't your friend?"

"Haha, I was just thinking that he might be taking emergency measures and temporarily pushed the door open to find you, creating a logical excuse to bring up the script."

"But now it seems that it was all my imagination. I really should stay away from Hollywood for a while. Those movie plots are filling my mind."

Honestly, that huge and clumsy figure couldn't be hidden even when standing behind the potted plant.

He was like a monster created by Frankenstein, tall and strong, slow and clumsy, with malnourished, sparse and messy almost yellow hair that swayed gently in the breeze like water grass, and his deep facial features and pale skin made him look even more weird.

But he stood crowded behind the potted plant with his shoulders hunched up, holding his breath, and passers-by immediately imagined the thousand words of the novel "Frankenstein" in their minds.

Because of Anson's words, Jon couldn't help but turn his head to look over, his expression froze, and he completely lost the ability to react.

However, the figure seemed to notice Jon's signal and pushed the door open and walked in.

Jon's face changed. He put his right hand next to his thigh, used his body to block Anson's sight, waved his hands repeatedly, gave signals, and even made faces and mouthed: No, no no no no no.

The burly figure was already walking towards him, smiling and preparing to say hello, but at this moment he finally noticed Jon's hidden gesture, swallowed his words, pretended that he didn't know Jon at all, and walked straight forward.

The acting is stiff.

He was ecstatic one second and expressionless the next - the flow of events was totally inconsistent.

The visitor was a little slow to realize that something was wrong and quickly added, "Sorry, I got the wrong person. I thought it was my friend."

But this sentence sounds like an attempt to cover up something.

Jon turned to look at Anson, and the last glimmer of hope disappeared in Anson's faint smile. He grabbed his friend's shoulders and sighed softly.

"Stop pretending, we're screwed, Scott."

Scott-Moore, still not understanding the situation, looked around, "Scott, who's Scott?"

Jon looked at the horrible acting and said, "Scott, we've been exposed. Anson has seen through it all. There's no need to continue showing off our acting skills."

Scott was stunned and showed an embarrassed expression, "Is it very bad?"

Jon nodded.

Scott scratched his head. “I tried before, but everyone said my acting was terrible, so I had to give up my dream of becoming an actor.”

"But I am still full of imagination and expectation about Hollywood. I thought for a long time, how can I go to Hollywood and become a member of the world of fame and fortune? Without a handsome face and strong muscles, the only thing I have left is a brain that is not very smart but still humorous."

"Hey, screenwriting seems like a good idea." "Nice to meet you, Anson, Scott-Moore, screenwriter."

The self-deprecating sarcasm was refreshing and indeed much better than his acting.

Anson raised his right hand and waved gently, "Hey, Scott."

Scott looked at Jon, who seemed to be in despair. He seemed much more generous. "So, Anson, do you have time to take a look at our script?"

Sure enough, Anson's observation was correct.

In this world, where do so many coincidences and accidents come from?

It is undeniable that luck does exist and plays an important role; but if there is too much luck, it will lose its magic. The value of luck lies precisely in its rarity, and in real life it is often the result of careful calculation and overall planning.

Hollywood is no exception.

Anson's mouth curled up slightly, "Sorry, I'm busy now."

Scott grinned, "No you don't."

"We saw you by accident last week, and we doubted your eyes at the time, but then we saw you and Anne here again, and we realized that we were not mistaken, it was indeed you, and you were on vacation."

"We have been waiting here for four days."

"Of course, we can't force you to read our script. There are countless people like us in Hollywood. I can fully understand your refusal. But please, give us five minutes, no, three minutes, just three minutes, to allow us to talk about our ideas and creativity."

Anson's eyes showed a smile, "What if I refuse?"

Scott, "We'll try to secretly film the evidence and give it to TMZ."

Anson chuckled directly, "Are you threatening me now?"

Scott, "Yes. In Hollywood, it takes some tricks. We are not children anymore, what do you think? We originally wanted to create a chance encounter and let you read the script naturally; but obviously, you are not interested, so we can only use plan B."

"Scott!" Jon finally came to his senses and grabbed Scott.

"I'm sorry, Anson, but Steko is crazy. We won't threaten you and we shouldn't threaten you. We don't say anything careless."

However, Scott noticed the calmness on Anson's face, which was different from what they had imagined.

Scott looked at Anson with interest, "Aren't you angry? We tried to threaten you?"

Anson waved his hand gently. "No, not at all. As you said, welcome to Hollywood. We will do whatever it takes to achieve our goals. You can threaten me, or I can make a deal with TMZ to intercept the photos, and then spread the word to completely ban you in Hollywood."

"Look, it's as simple as that. You can't hurt me, but I can easily ruin your career."

"Besides, I don't mind the photos getting out. Otherwise, do you think we would be wandering around New York like this?"

Scott:…

Jon:…

Speechless.

They were once full of confidence and thought they had thought through all the situations, but it turned out that their plans were completely vulnerable in front of Anson.

So, what to do?
Scott looked at Jon and it looked like they had screwed up.

(End of this chapter)