The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1515 Scrambling to be the first
Continuous!

Christmas is here in a second. Every Christmas, Rockefeller Center is like this, as if half of New York's crowds have gathered here.

Karen had prepared herself mentally for the situation to be like this if she was a little late, but the actual situation was far beyond her expectations.

This is a good thing.

The more people, the better. They need more than ten or twenty thousand people. It is not easy to summon a carnival in Rockefeller Center.

There are two key words for today's carnival. One is the white T-shirt, which every fan who comes to the premiere will wear.

But considering the situation on site, firstly, not everyone remembers to comply with the dress code. Secondly, a large number of ordinary audiences will inevitably flock to the scene, and they may not know anything about what happened on the online forum. This will leave a tail, and the white T-shirts may not be able to completely cover the entire venue.

And, most importantly, even if everyone wore white T-shirts, Sony Columbia and the news media might not receive the message they conveyed.

Therefore, this requires a second keyword, which is also the only prop they prepared, through which they can accurately express their beliefs.

Karen was responsible for preparing the prop, but there were some twists and turns in the preparation process, which delayed her, so that she arrived late now.

Fortunately, the delay was not too long and they still had plenty of time to prepare.

The question is, how should she find her own partner?

Taking a deep breath, Karen thought of a good idea, turned around and left, and when she came back, she was pushing two...trash cans in her hands.

It's not an adjective, it literally means trash can.

The trash cans that had just been collected in the morning were now empty, and Karen threw all the props that she had worked so hard to carry into the trash cans.

In a blink of an eye, the trash can was full.

Karen pushed the trash can forward, shouting to the crowd of people wearing white T-shirts around her, "One for each of us, for Anson."

"Attention, one per person! You can take a few extra and pass them on to your friends."

"Wait for the signal ahead. Believe me, you won't miss it, 100%. When the time comes, just follow the signal."

"One each for Anson."

Karen was like a street vendor selling candy figurines in New York, shouting out her wares as she moved forward, and the crowd inexplicably made way for a small passage to allow her to move forward.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Blair was the first to notice Karen, who was sweating profusely and her T-shirt was already soaked.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry, Karen, I'm sorry. We should have sent more people."

Karen forgot to wipe the sweat off her face, "Yes. You'd never guess how many of these there are, fifty thousand of them."

"The weight is not so bad, just less than ten kilograms, but the volume, Blair, we didn't take the volume into consideration. They take up much more space than we thought."

"A taxi is parked at the intersection where the road is blocked. I told him that we are willing to pay the fine for illegal parking. You should hurry over to pick him up. There are two big bags there."

“I’m worried that we may not be able to send out all 50,000.”

Blair understood immediately and stopped the pleasantries, "Gloria, I need five people. There may be some small errors in our plan."

After all, they lacked experience and were just a group of students who had never planned such a large-scale event. There was a gap between what they said on paper and the actual situation, so mistakes were inevitable.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a temporary fix.

"Blair, do you need help? I can help you, too."

"And me. I can help."

Blair was calling Gloria, but before Gloria could respond, someone nearby volunteered. Soon, a small team of fifty people was formed, left the crowd, and headed towards the blocked intersection near Sixth Avenue.

Along the way, the bustling crowd asked about the situation, and Blair quickly explained in the simplest words, "We need help distributing props."

Word spread quickly, and in a short time, the entire Rockefeller Center had spread the word, and everyone was eager to come and help. Fifty thousand props?
It doesn’t matter. There is strength in numbers and no matter how difficult the problem is, it can be solved.

In just a short while, the carnival fever had quietly spread throughout Manhattan.

When the energy of the first cup of coffee in the morning wears off, the tea rooms of different companies are crowded with slackers who exchange the news they have obtained.

"Hey, did you hear about the Radio Concert Hall? It's a carnival there, a carnival!"

"Ah, why are there still three days left this week? Can't we just fast forward to the long weekend on Saturday?"

"You mean the Peter Parker sequel premiere? Is it today? There's so much advertising everywhere, but I had no idea it was today."

"There's nothing to be surprised about. The little girls are all running to join in the fun for Anson Wood. How come you, a 35-year-old man, are also tempted by love?"

"Hahaha."

"I miss carnival, not movies, okay? God, I really need a vacation, I can't remember the last time I had one."

"The day before yesterday, man, the day before yesterday."

"roll!"

"But what Joel said was true."

"What? We all need a vacation?"

"No, Mardi Gras."

"Haha, stop being funny. It's just a premiere. It's just a carnival. Others can make a fuss about it, but there's no need for us to act like we've never seen the world before."

"No, it's true. My friend works at Rockefeller Center, and he said that all the people in the surrounding offices are not in the mood to work. They are all looking for opportunities to look out the French windows, unable to hold back their holiday mood. It's not just the premiere, there are at least 50,000 people gathered there right now."

"and……"

"puff!"

"Hey, don't spray the coffee everywhere, okay? Pay attention to hygiene."

"Sorry, sorry. Wait, Hector, how much did you say?"

"Fifty thousand people. You heard it right. I confirmed it with my friend several times. Moreover, he said that people are still gathering there."

"Jesus Christ, this is too much. Fifty thousand people? I know it's exaggerated. Ten thousand, at most ten thousand."

"Ten thousand people gathered for a premiere? This is already exaggerated, okay?"

"God, there has to be a limit to nonsense. You just casually say 50,000 people. Do you know how many 50,000 people are? Last year's Halloween parade had only more than 30,000 people, and the onlookers were 500,000. Now, a small premiere is said to have 50,000 people. Even if it's Anson Wood, this is too exaggerated. I know it's made up as soon as I hear it."

"Hey, don't attack me, okay? I'm just relaying the rumors I heard. I wasn't there either, so how would I know if it was 50,000 people or just five people?"

"Five people, hahahaha, hahaha, imagine, there are only five people in such a huge Rockefeller Center, hahaha."

"I'm not attacking you. What I mean is, 50,000 people? It's impossible. It sounds like those fanatical fans fabricated the news to try to attract attention."

“But it’s a fact that Rockefeller Center is now full.”

"real or fake?"

"Now, all the news coming from before needs to be questioned."

"Curious? If you are, why not skip work and go to Rockefeller Center and take a look?"

(End of this chapter)