The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1459 Priorities

“No… stop!”

The receptionist screamed almost as if for her life, her shrill voice cutting through the air, and she closed her eyes as if she was in despair.

The tragic cry stopped Anson in his tracks. He looked at the girl in front of him with a smile and tears in his eyes. "So, do I need any formalities to leave? How come I didn't know that Warner Records is a place where you can only enter but not leave."

A small joke, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

However, the receptionist couldn't smile at all, and was completely immersed in her own thoughts. "Uh, uh..." She suddenly pinched her thigh hard, "Uh, do you have any message for Mr. Donovan?"

Anson looked at the front desk and chuckled directly, "Are you okay? Don't torture yourself."

The receptionist's cheeks flushed red, she felt shy and nervous, and looked at Anson anxiously, unable to utter a word.

Anson shook his head helplessly. "No, no need to leave a message. No need to worry. I'll come back another day. But you, are you sure it's okay? I know it's a challenge to go to work on Monday. Do you need a cup of black coffee?"

The receptionist felt like her heart was about to explode. Anson actually understood Zhou Yi's pain. Tears were almost falling, but she couldn't say a word. She just shook her head and nodded blankly.

Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing.

"Ah."

Anson chuckled. He felt as if he was talking to a wall. The problem was that there was an echo when he spoke to the wall, but there seemed to be no echo in front of him.

However, to some extent, Anson could understand that he felt he had to leave so that the person in front of him could breathe.

Anson didn't say anything more and waved goodbye.

"Then I won't disturb your work."

After saying that, Anson turned around, and left without hesitation... just like that...

The receptionist stood there, her mind was blank. She was clearly shouting and screaming in her mind, "Stop him, stop him," but her body did not respond at all.

Then, he just watched Anson leave the office building.

Ding!
The elevator door opened and two figures rushed out, panting but with no time to catch their breath. Looking around, they found that the lobby on the first floor was empty, with only a dazed figure staring blankly at the door.

"Where's Anson?"

When the voice came, the receptionist just subconsciously pointed to the door, hesitating for a long time but couldn't make any sense.

Mike Donovan didn't have time to pursue the matter, not even time to curse, he just lowered his head and rushed out.

I pushed open the revolving door suddenly, and the howling wind and roar of engines on the streets of Manhattan came like a rainstorm, with a roar on my eardrums. The whole world was spinning and dizzying, like a fast-spinning kaleidoscope, and the surging traffic on the streets was overwhelming.

Mike took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, forced his pounding heart to stabilize, and searched among the crowds coming and going -

found it!
Despite the huge crowd, that slender and tall figure stood out from the crowd. Even with a baseball cap on, his back did not lie.

Start, run, and catch up all the way.

Then, walking around to the front of the figure, Mike turned around and clearly saw the handsome face in the shadow of the baseball cap, and finally smiled.

"Hey, Anson, good morning."

This time, it was Anson who was stunned. "Hey, Mike, you... why are you here?"

Anson looked around and saw a figure in a suit behind him, with his hands on his knees, panting and his face flushed, with a ferocious expression.

Anson looked at Mike again, "I thought you were busy, so you might as well come next time. Actually, there's nothing going on, so you don't have to come all the way here." Mike's breathing still hadn't fully adjusted, "No, I'm not busy. In fact, I'm free all morning today. I have plenty of time."

lie.

This is of course a lie.

In fact, Mike had a full schedule today, and things had piled up on his desk; but all those things could wait, and had to wait, because nothing was more important than Anson.

Mike smiled and said, "You're not just passing by, are you?"

Anson, "I'm really just passing by and stopped by to take a look. Mike, if you have something to do, just go ahead and don't worry about me."

Mike didn't care at all. "Ha, I've been fine all morning, and I'm serious. I was just wondering if I should go out and find a place to have breakfast. Have you had breakfast? I know there's a bagel shop two blocks away. They have the best bacon bagels in all of Manhattan."

"How about it, do I have the honor to invite Mr. Wood to have breakfast with me?"

Anson looked Mike over carefully.

His intuition was that Mike was lying, and that Mike's schedule must be full today; but that was not obvious at all, as Mike's eyes and expression were full of sincerity, without any flaws.

Anson shrugged lightly. "The early morning sun in New York in early summer is still very enjoyable. We can take a walk over there."

Mike's eyes lit up, "I thought so too."

As he spoke, he secretly waved to his assistant, asking him to return to the office and take care of the matter.

Mike made an inviting gesture to Anson, "So, is this how you hang out in New York lately? No paparazzi bothering you?"

Anson, "New York is so big, my arrogance is not noticeable here at all. If I don't pay attention, I will be drowned in the crowd, and the paparazzi won't notice me either."

A little joke makes the atmosphere light.

Although Mike was extremely anxious, at this moment, Mike forced himself to calm down and chat with Anson like a real friend.

Since the band disbanded on August 31, Warner Records has kept the news secret, doing its utmost to prevent the general public from knowing this explosive news.

However, paper cannot contain the fire.

On the one hand, Miles and his group had been touring the European underground music world without Anson, and bits and pieces of news were spreading on the Internet.

On the other hand, Anson's career as an actor is booming. The success of "The Sunshine Inside" caught everyone off guard, and it seems that he is not ready to return to the band tour for the time being.

Warner Records knows that it is only a matter of time before the truth is exposed. They are now just buying time for the chaos that follows the exposure and minimizing the damage as much as possible.

Two months ago, Warner Records reached an agreement with Miles and his band and officially signed a contract. Miles and his newly formed band will continue to cooperate with Warner Records and release at least three albums. The contract also includes a world tour in the United States and Europe, and all plans have been put on the agenda.

But Mike knew that this was just the first step, a small step; the strategy that Warner Records really needed to pay attention to and that could truly influence the overall situation still lay with Anson.

Warner Records must hold on to Anson, hold on tightly, without any room for negotiation.

If they miss the opportunity, their ambition to surpass Universal Music and seize global market share will be ruined. It would be better for them to pack up their bags and shut up.

The problem is not with Warner Records, they have determination, perseverance and sincerity; the key point is still Anson, the one that the whole Hollywood is paying attention to.

Anson, whom everyone desires but no one can control.

(End of this chapter)