The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1463 Bond of Trust
"What's going on? Tell me the truth. Don't worry, I can bear it."

"Dustin, really, I don't know the situation either. I'm as confused as you are."

"But you saw Anson, right? The living, talking, spitting, joking Anson? He appeared in Warner Records, our company?"

"Yes……"

In Mike Donovan's office, Dustin Thorn was pressing for details.

In fact, he had asked about these details over and over again, and he knew them all clearly; but anxiety and uneasiness gripped his throat, and his heart was still beating wildly. In the end, he couldn't help it and had to confirm again and again.

However, this conversation was interrupted before it was completed by the sound of a door being pushed open.

Reflexively, Dustin turned around and saw the figure at a glance. Although he was wearing a baseball cap, he recognized it at once.

That, Anson Wood.

An instinct, an impulse, Dustin took a step forward without hesitation, taking two steps at a time.

Anson saw the figure coming towards him, smiled and greeted, "Hey, Dustin..."

however.

Before he could finish his words, Dustin in his sight was getting faster and faster, and finally turned into a ball of fire, rushing straight towards him, cutting off Anson's words without giving him any chance to react.

Snapped.

A hug.

Dustin hugged Anson tightly, tightly, using all his strength. He could even feel his body trembling uncontrollably. There was no need for words. The excitement and confusion, the joy and emotion were conveyed naturally and were more moving than any language.

One second, two seconds——

There was a rustling sound outside the office, like boiling water, and the whole floor seemed to shake slightly.

The door slowly closed, blocking the sound, but it did not completely quiet down the place. Instead, it felt more like an earth-shaking reaction.

At this point, Mike finally came to his senses, "Dustin, are you crazy?"

"Let go of Anson, and don't act like a sixteen-year-old girl seeing her idol. God, you're not going to burst into tears, are you? Please don't be so embarrassing, okay?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mike felt a little guilty and cleared his throat to cover it up.

Just now downstairs, his performance was no different from Dustin's.

Dustin finally came to his senses, loosened his hands, took a step back, looked Anson up and down, and seemed to finally confirm that the person in front of him was Anson, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no tears, as Dustin was even more ruthless than that, but his eyes were still slightly red.

Dustin didn't hide it and showed it off openly.

"That's called true nature." Dustin glanced at Mike mercilessly, "We musicians are all true to ourselves. You businessmen don't understand."

Mike:…

Anson smiled. "To be honest, I thought so too. But just now downstairs, Mike showed me another side of me..."

Mike was anxious, "Anson!"

The sound was so earth-shattering that all eyes were focused on Mike.

Mike quickly coughed and cleared his throat to change the subject, "Dustin, what are you doing up here? Anson and I have something to discuss. If you're here to reminisce about the past, then wait a moment."

"Reminiscing about the past? Who wants to reminisce about the past with you? I came here just to catch Anson." Dustin did not hold back at all and shouted directly, "No matter what the cost, we need to renew the contract with Anson. At least three albums, no, at least five albums, no no no, I think we still need ten..."

As he was talking, Dustin himself became unsure and turned to look at Anson with a questioning look.

Anson shook his head slightly. Dustin was slightly stunned, "Too much?"

Anson responded in the affirmative, "Too many."

Dustin looked at Anson, "So eight... five... or three?"

Under Anson's gaze, the number of cards slowly and obediently decreased, but when it reached three, he was unwilling to give in anymore. This was his bottom line, if it was any less, then it would be unacceptable.

This time, Dustin shook his head firmly, rejecting Anson's gaze, and then looked back at Mike and stated his decision, "At least five."

Anson: ??? Where are the three cards you promised?

"We need to capture musicians like Anson. There are not many talents like him left. Do you understand? We need to keep Anson at all costs. I know that you have economic and efficiency considerations at the company level. I don't understand your math, but I know that Anson's talent is immeasurable and cannot be measured by simple numbers."

"Anson only has one ..."

Mike, "Dustin, calm down!"

Dustin, "I don't want to be calm. Damn calmness. You guys have been calculating all the time, but there is no progress. I just know that we can't miss Anson."

"Mike, last time we went to Los Angeles to visit Anson, we took risks and we ended up getting a 'Midsummer Midnight' album. You were promoted to a higher position. Why, now that we are renewing our contract with Anson, you are hesitating and making excuses."

"You can't do this..."

Mike, "Dustin..."

Dustin, "Calculate, calculate, calculate. You smart people are high up and down, hiding behind the negotiation table and holding the power of life and death over ordinary people, but what have you calculated?"

"It's been several months since the Grammy Awards, but you still haven't given Anson a definite answer. Not only Anson, but even I feel disappointed."

Dustin was chattering and eloquent, like a high-speed train with brake failure in a Hollywood movie, speeding up and completely out of control. He was talking incoherently and without thinking. I guess Dustin didn't even know what he was saying. A car accident was happening right before his eyes.

Mike took a deep breath and seemed to be able to clearly hear the sound of his alveoli bursting, "Dustin!"

Finally, the world is quiet.

Dustin closed his mouth but still stared at Mike without giving in.

Mike, "That's why Anson came to the company today. We need to discuss cooperation; Anson said he is preparing his own solo album."

The air was quiet.

All eyes were focused on Anson, but no one spoke a word, and even their breathing and heartbeat could not be heard.

Dustin looked at Anson with a dull and astonished face, casting a questioning look at him, eagerly seeking confirmation. The emotion was so strong that it revealed a hint of despair.

Compared to the intrigues in the film industry, the record industry seems...

No, no, no, this must be an illusion. The record industry and the film industry are almost the same. It's just that the way they are opened is slightly different.

Anson's smile rose slightly, and then fell back, "Don't worry about me, you guys continue."

"After further discussion, it seems that I can ask for a higher price. You know, the terms of the contract - I think I should raise the price a little bit."

“Dustin, I don’t know about you, but numbers are very important to me, too.”

Mike couldn't help but smile.

Dustin was not in the mood to joke now. "Anson, really? Is what that guy said true? Are you really preparing your own solo album?"

Looking at Dustin and Mike in front of him, Anson believed that it was the right choice not to consider other record companies.

(End of this chapter)