The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1481 The mastermind behind the scenes
……what to do?
What to do? What to do? What to do!
The receptionist had a stiff face, her hair disheveled by the wind, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Anson didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and made a joke, "I should have remembered to wash my face before going out today."

puff.

Someone nearby couldn't control their laughter.

"Thank you." Anson deliberately raised his voice to respond to the crowd. The atmosphere became a little more relaxed. Anson then looked back at the front desk in front of him.

"How about this? You call Mr. Robinov on the internal line and let him know. I'll go to the reception room and wait."

The receptionist seemed to finally be able to breathe, and shook her head and nodded repeatedly, "No, Mr. Wood, please go directly up and go directly to Mr. Robinov's office. There, Mr. Robinov's assistant will be waiting, please don't worry."

Anson smiled, "Are you sure?"

The receptionist could sense the affirmation and encouragement in Anson's eyes. With a hint of warmth, she nodded again to confirm and picked up the phone. "Everything can be arranged before the elevator arrives."

Anson did not continue to refuse. He gestured behind him and gave an apologetic smile, "I hope I didn't cause too much trouble."

The front desk looked behind Anson——

More and more people are gathering in the lobby on the first floor, and the air is becoming noticeably restless and stuffy, just like watching pandas in a zoo.

The receptionist immediately understood Anson's teasing, and the corners of her mouth finally rose slightly, but Anson did not stop. She turned around and walked towards the gate.

After walking a few steps, Anson realized that he did not have the temporary visitor pass. He stopped and prepared to turn back, but the staff standing at the gate in front of him made way for him, took the initiative to help him swipe the card, and made an invitation gesture, indicating that Anson should pass through.

Anson quickly quickened his pace, caught up with him in two steps, and passed through the gate.

Then, you can see the bustling crowd in front of you making way for a passage that leads straight to the elevator, straighter than Moses splitting the Red Sea.

But a different picture came to Anson's mind, "If this is Sicily, then I'm just one cigarette away."

There is a classic scene in the movie "Marel Elba", where the heroine takes out a cigarette in a cafe in a small square, and the next second all the men around her take out their lighters and surround her.

Someone nearby immediately understood what he meant. "This is more like 'Titanic', Rose dreams of returning to the bell tower, walking along the welcoming aisle, and Jack is waiting in front."

Anson shrugged slightly, "So, Mr. Robinoff is Jack?"

Haha, hahaha.

Laughter rose one after another, and a light and cheerful atmosphere spread in the air.

Anson reached the elevator without any obstruction, but found that he was the only one in the elevator. All the employees were crowded outside the elevator door, looking out.

Like a group of groundhogs.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but compared to the empty space in the elevator, the crowd outside seems more crowded, and each person is squeezed like a thin piece of paper.

Anson was slightly stunned, "Please relax, I will not ask you to choose the red pill or the blue pill."

Bursting with laughter!

However, no one took a step forward.

Anson spread his hands. "I thought you were anxious to clock in, but now it seems that you are not worried at all about how long you have to wait for the next elevator."

Instantly, the employees were moved. They thought that Hollywood actors like Anson did not understand the pain of ordinary office workers. The morning rush hour at the elevator door in the office building was no worse than the traffic jam on the street outside. If they missed this elevator, they would probably miss the clock-in.

Finally, someone couldn't help themselves and entered the elevator. Once there was one, there were two. Soon the elevator was full. Anson didn't act like a big star at all. He huddled in a corner pitifully. Everyone was having a hard time trying not to laugh.

Anson's voice came from the corner, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I can still breathe."

Haha, burst into laughter.

Outside the elevator, other people who tried to join in the fun but unfortunately failed watched the elevator door slowly close with longing eyes and finally disappeared completely.

boom!
In an instant, there was an uproar outside the elevator, and the bustling discussions could not be stopped at all.

The elevator went up and stopped at the same time, and finally reached its destination. When the elevator door opened, the employees saw Jeff at a glance.

The bald head was particularly conspicuous. He stood at the door with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. Among the figures who greeted him, Anson was finally seen.

"See, that's the good news that brightens up a weekday morning," Jeff Robinov said with a warm smile.

Anson walked over to Jeff and hugged him and bumped shoulders with him. "To be honest, I'm a little surprised. This is Warner Bros., right? Why are you so surprised to see me? I thought there were countless actors coming in and out here every day."

Jeff, "There are indeed countless actors coming in and out every day, but they are not Anson Wood."

"Anson, there is only one. Even to the employees of Warner Bros., you are still a superstar on the movie screen. You should understand their misconduct when they see a superstar."

Anson smiled directly. "Although I know this is just a polite remark, I am not going to refute it. Please allow me to live in the rose bubble of daydreaming."

Jeff looked at Anson but did not speak to him. Instead, he raised his voice and said, "Yes, this is Anson Wood. If you are going to spread gossip, please do it as soon as possible. Next, we will go into the office and you will start working. Otherwise, I will make today your last chance to see Anson Wood."

There was a rustling sound, and in an instant, all the groundhogs returned to their burrows.

Crowded.

Facts are more convincing than words.

Jeff spread his hands to Anson with a helpless look, and Anson couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Jeff made way, made an inviting gesture, and the two of them talked as they walked.

This road was visited once by Anson with the script of "The Butterfly Effect". It was only eighteen months ago, but it seems so far away.

"So, how come I have the honor of having you come to visit me in person? Is it good news? Has our Warner Bros. project finally been recognized by the Hollywood Midas Touch?" Jeff asked slowly.

Anson shook his head gently, "Jeff, you are pretending to be ignorant even though you know the truth."

Jeff laughed out loud. "Why don't you cooperate with the performance and at least give me some false hope. However, the person I was scheduled to meet today was Edgar. I believe that we are going to discuss the possibility of cooperation in depth. You can't completely deny my reasonable guess."

Anson was about to complain back. He had a hundred reasons to complain back.

But the words lingered on his tongue for a moment before Anson swallowed them and changed the subject, adopting a humble attitude.

"Sorry, my bad."

"Let's start over. I'll adjust my position and posture. You can see if my posture of begging is standard or not."

"I came to Warner Bros. today because I need help with something. Let's discuss the project 'The Hangover'. What is Warner Bros.' plan? Are you really going to invest in the production?"

(End of this chapter)