The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1487: Digging for Treasures
"Mr. Robinov!"

Jeff looked in the direction of the voice. The young and immature face should be the assistant's assistant. If he remembered correctly, his name should be John.

"John?"

The young man nodded and looked at Jeff stiffly and nervously.

Jeff glanced at the quiet room. He could see a figure sneaking around at the end of the corridor. The quiet space was filled with a sense of restlessness. "Is Anson in there alone?"

The young man shook his head. "There are two more people inside looking for information."

Looking for information?
I'm afraid that finding information is just an excuse, and spying on Anson is the real purpose.

Jeff laughed dumbly, "Is it particularly lively today?"

After receiving the young man's affirmative answer, Jeff asked again, "Did Anson say anything?"

Young man, “No, they didn’t. They all left with smiles on their faces. Some even came with cameras. I didn’t know if I should stop them.”

Jeff waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be nervous, "Anson doesn't mind these things. It seems that after today, the legend of Anson will spread in Hollywood again."

"I'm going in now. You stand guard at the door and stop everyone. Just tell them that I'm talking to Anson."

Leaving a word, Jeff walked forward, and without knocking, he pushed the door open quietly. At a glance, he saw two figures. They pretended to be looking for information absent-mindedly, but their peripheral vision clearly drifted towards the window.

The brown window was clean and bright. The sparse sunlight penetrated the glass and sprinkled down, unable to touch the bookshelf. It just lingered on the desk by the window. The bright halo filled the whole space with the gorgeous orange sunset, gently and lightly outlining the profile of that face——

Focus. Quiet.

Time seems to slow down, lingering and jumping between the straight nose and rosy lips, making people unable to help but carefully depict the lines of the facial features with their eyes.

cough cough.

Jeff cleared his cough twice, and the two figures who were whispering and peeking at each other were suddenly awakened. They turned around and saw Jeff, then quickly lowered their heads, pushed each other, and turned around and fled.

boom!
The sound of the door being pushed open was so loud that it broke the silence and instantly startled the sunlight in the room. Anson's gaze finally left the table, and he raised his head and looked in the direction of the door, then he saw Jeff standing alone in the aisle.

"Hey, Jeff!"

Jeff looked at him carefully, from top to bottom, and could not believe that Anson had been sitting here for a whole day. His face was not greasy, his eyes were not red, and he was not in a mess. He looked a little tired, but his brows were full of excitement.

This made Jeff look down at himself, his face full of helplessness——

We are all human beings, but our states are so different after a busy day. Why is the gap between people so obvious?

Swallowing his words, Jeff took a step and walked towards Anson. "So, you've been sitting here all day?"

Anson looked around and said, "Everything here reminds me of the school library."

Jeff sat down across from Anson. "God, you're not the kind of guy who studies hard in the library all day, are you?"

Anson shook his head, "No, read novels all day."

Jeff laughed out loud. "This makes me feel a little more balanced. It seems that God is fair after all."

Anson said calmly, "If these were all calculus, I would have already fallen asleep in the corner. Calculus is always a good helper to sleep."

"Hahaha." Jeff spread his hands. "What should I do? Calculus used to be my favorite subject."

Anson opened his mouth slightly, but thought for a moment, "Should I say I'm not surprised at all? You look like you're good at calculus." Jeff was stunned and shook his head gently, "I don't want to ask why." A smile surged in his eyes, "So what did you find after a whole day of wandering and exploring?"

As he spoke, Jeff quickly scanned the desk with his eyes. It was messy and scattered, with layers of projects piled up, too many to count.

Anson, "I'm sorry, please forgive me for making such a mess here."

Jeff waved his hand. "Do you believe it? No one will care if you just randomly pile it up. The more projects pile up here, the more dust accumulates. To be honest, we should sort it out regularly, but we are always too busy."

Anson, "I can understand that."

“I mean, you’re already a very mature film company, and you already have a complete framework for the projects, ideas, and thoughts that you’re interested in.”

"So, the projects that end up here may not fit your framework, or have obvious flaws and are not suitable for development."

“Regular sorting can indeed unearth a work with potential, but they are still few and far between.”

In a company like Warner Bros., they have dedicated project managers whose daily job is to read a large number of scripts and project proposals. They are experienced and have unique vision, and have a keen sense of what projects should be in their company's style, and rarely miss any of them.

Of course, the projects in this house may not fit the style of Warner Bros., but there may also be projects that fit the style of other film companies.

It was a fun-filled day for Anson.

Now, Anson finally understood the feelings of those Taobao shoppers. People who like retro, second-hand and antiques can calm down and search patiently among a pile of garbage, and finally find treasures that suit their taste. The joy and happiness they feel cannot be accurately described in words.

“But I don’t understand why this project is sitting here gathering dust.”

As he spoke, Anson searched around. Although the desktop looked like a garbage dump, the magical thing was that Anson actually remembered the location of each item and finally found his goal accurately from the bottom.

Then, present the project to Jeff.

“It has a simple story, even a weak story to some extent, with only a simple framework; but such a story leaves a lot of creative space for actors and directors to fill in different things in the blanks.”

“It has a profound core and a philosophical theme.”

Jeff was a little surprised, but also a little surprised——

Things were slightly different from what he had imagined. Anson did not greedily dig out a bunch of projects that might not interest Warner Bros., but were treasures for Jungle Pictures. But Anson did find one project, and the excitement and joy in his eyes were so sincere.

Jeff, "What do you mean?"

Anson, "Warner Bros. should invest in this production. It has all the qualities to become a classic. I think you shouldn't miss this project."

"Maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration to say this, after all, Steven Spielberg and Stanley Kubrick are both masters, but I sincerely think this work has the potential to become 'Saving Private Ryan' and '2001: A Space Odyssey'."

Jeff was stunned. Such praise? This was definitely something he had not expected.

"So, you mean artistic achievement?" Jeff asked subconsciously.

Anson, "Yes, if the movie wants to win the box office like 'Saving Private Ryan', it may need to be more sensational, but I don't think that is a wise choice because the theme of the movie has a lot of room for exploration."

Jeff took over the project, and the cover read:

"Child of Men", Alfonso-Cuaron.

(End of this chapter)