The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1712: Encounter with the Boxing Champion
The flickering and bizarre lights, the deafening, heart-racing music, everything is dizzying, as if entering a rabbit hole.

In the next booth, I could only vaguely see the back of a head. I couldn't confirm it 100%, but it should be NBA superstar Kobe Bryant.

Of course, he is not alone.

There were also some NBA players, laughing and cheering, making a lively scene. There were a bunch of unfamiliar faces sitting around nearby.

A man was wearing a custom-made Gucci shirt and a Patek Philippe on his wrist. He had no extra decorations on his body except for a wedding ring. The shirt was buttoned tightly, making him look a little stiff and serious, and a little breathless.

The man next to him was dressed in a suit and tie, but he exuded a wild air. Through his rolled-up sleeves, one could glimpse a small part of his tattooed arm. The diamond ring on his right ring finger didn't look like a decoration, but more like a weapon.

and many more!

The guy with an unshaved beard who looks like a down-and-out homeless person and makes people wonder how he got in and sat down in the booth, could he be Jonathan Demme?
Jonathan Demme, the Hollywood director who shot "The Silence of the Lambs" and "Philadelphia"?

But what exactly is this combination?
With a quick glance, Anson saw several bottles of Dom Perignon placed randomly on the table. It was hard to identify them due to the dim light, but if he was not mistaken, they should be from the 1996 vintage, and each bottle cost $.

Of course, the price inside the club is more than this.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped up in Anson's mind.

In the public eye, "The Silence of the Lambs" is undoubtedly the masterpiece of Jonathan Demme's career; but only a few true movie fans know that Jonathan Demme is a very, very outstanding documentary director.

In 1984, Jonathan Demme filmed a documentary about the rock band Talking-Heads' album release concert:

"Don't be a prude."

This is not only a documentary, but also a perfect presentation of the concert. It is hailed as one of the greatest rock films in history and has influenced generations of artists in the following forty years.

So, is it possible that Kobe Bryant is preparing a documentary about himself and he is looking for investment and a director?
Everything is a little magical.

Unlike Los Angeles and New York, everything in Las Vegas is shrouded in a hazy and dreamy veil. The line between reality and illusion becomes increasingly blurred, just like the scene before his eyes. Anson is 90% sure that the man with tattoos should be a gang member, as his every move reveals a rude and casual gangster temperament.

But the point is, if Kobe Bryant is preparing his own documentary, why are gang members here?

Hard to understand.

It was at this moment that the background music switched from "Sunflower" to Usher's "Yeah", and in an instant, a burst of booing broke out around Anson.

"Oh, that's not right."

"Don't they know Anson is here?"

“Playing Usher in front of Anson, is this a provocation to us?”

The two were so happy that Chris even raised his hands to cover Anson's ears, "Anson, don't listen. We are going to settle accounts with that DJ now."

Anson:? ? ?
Before Anson could react, Seth rushed out, followed by Chris and Brad.

The three people who were still reserved and shy the previous second had found themselves the next second. Seeking justice for Anson was just an excuse, and their real purpose was to enter the dance floor.

Seeing the three people's furtive behavior of crossing the dance floor and looking around, Anson finally withdrew his attention from the next table and burst out laughing.

Actually, this is a good thing. Since you are already in the club, you should party to your heart's content. Otherwise, wouldn't such a wonderful night be wasted?

However, before Anson could adjust his sitting position, the three people actually came back, as if rewinding - the three people still faced the DJ booth and had their backs to Anson, maintaining this posture and retreating side by side, returning across the dance floor along the same route, like some pantomime performance.

Anson stared at the scene in front of him in amazement and did not react for a while. He followed the three people's gaze towards the DJ booth, but he could not see clearly in the dim light. He could only see a blurry silhouette and could not even distinguish the number of people.

The three of them approached the edge of the stage. Seth almost tripped over himself and fell backwards. Chris and Brad were dragged down and frantically tried to grab Seth. They slipped and swayed, using their hands and feet to barely support themselves, and they stumbled and crawled into the booth in a panic, still in a state of shock.

Originally, Anson wondered if they saw a peerless beauty, such as Gisele-Bundchen, who appeared with a group of world supermodels and was chatting and laughing in the corner; but now seeing their flustered appearance, each of them seemed to have seen Crusoe.

Anson half-jokingly asked, "Why, did you see a dinosaur?"

However, the three of them did not refute, but instead looked at each other, and in the end Brad calmed down a little.

"No."

“But it’s almost there.”

Anson was full of questions. "What do you mean by almost? So it's the Loch Ness Monster?"

Brad glanced at Chris and Seth again and swallowed, "Anson, calm down..."

Seth couldn't help but burp, and blurted out, "Mike Tyson!"

The air suddenly became quiet, and the three people in front of him all held their breath, like stiff groundhogs, completely losing their ability to react, and stood there in a daze—

I didn’t believe it just now. Everything seemed like a dream. I doubted my eyes and my judgment. But now that I have said it out loud, my imagination has turned into reality.

Anson stared at the three men with wide eyes, "Oh, so?"

To be honest, Anson doesn't watch boxing. He knows who Mike Tyson is, but Mike Tyson's existence has no special impact on him.

What's more, he just seemed to have seen Kobe Bryant. Should he scream too?
Although he had only been here for less than ten minutes, he was still confused, but at least Anson finally understood what was going on with the long line outside:
In Elysium, they could meet anyone. Literally, anyone.

This is a magical space where magic is allowed to happen, and there is no need for them to make a fuss if Doctor Who shows up the next second.

Chris's jaw dropped. "Anson, that's Mike Tyson! That! Mike Tyson! He's... freaking Mike Tyson!"

Chris tried to add some impact to his words, but failed miserably, with only one name circling in his mind.

Anson, "Yeah, I know, Mike Tyson, the boxing champion, and then what?"

At this, Seth's jaw dropped.

Brad took a deep breath and said, "Wow... As expected of Anson Wood, his level is different from ours..."

Under normal circumstances, these words would have been spoken in a teasing and sarcastic manner; but now his mind was a mess, his words were spoken in a flat and straightforward manner, without any tone of voice, no different from a robot repeating its lines, and all the sarcasm and complaints were gone.

Brad also realized this and slapped his cheek hard, "Wake up, Brad, wake up!"

However, before Brad could regain his senses, Seth squeezed in again, "What if I said that Chris just bumped into Mike Tyson?"

(End of this chapter)