The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1795 An Adventure

"...Excuse me, excuse me, I need to leave."

"Damn it, we need to get out of the airport, okay?"

“I have work to do and don’t have time to linger here.”

"For God's sake, clear the road."

“I don’t care who’s here, and John Lennon’s rebirth is none of my business. I just want to get out of this circus show.”

"Are you all crazy?"

"Sorry, my luggage, oh wait, my luggage, that's mine."

"Please, could you move aside? Please have some consideration for public spaces!"

Chattering and complaining filled the air.

Clearly, the atmosphere wasn't harmonious. Even Anson Wood couldn't win everyone's favor; he wasn't exactly a universally loved gold coin.

When the baggage claim area was packed to the brim and the exits to the arrivals hall were blocked, the passengers trying to leave the airport went crazy.

They don't care about Anson; they have their own lives and their own messes to deal with. These Hollywood stars can all get lost, even though the current situation is not what Anson wanted to see, and Anson is even a victim. But they don't care; Anson needs to take responsibility.

The atmosphere was tense, filled with curses and shouts; you could clearly feel the air thick with tension, and the smell of gunpowder gradually filled the air.

Anson could understand this.

Anson could completely understand their frustration, because he himself had experienced similar situations more than once in his previous life. Fanatical fans escorting their idols to check-in at the airport were like mother ducks protecting their ducklings as they set off, resulting in airport congestion and riots, which ultimately caused other passengers to miss their flights.

So, how should we handle the current situation?

Clearly, this wasn't the first time Anson had been surrounded. Generally speaking, in such situations, it's an industry consensus that the artist should quickly leave the scene. Once the artist leaves, these enthusiastic fans will naturally disperse without a target, and all problems will be solved.

But there's a problem here.

Can entertainers really leave so easily?
In a situation where you are surrounded by multiple layers of enemy forces, attempting to leave or break out may result in more chaos or even injuries.

The dangers of stampedes are far greater than imagined. If one is not careful, the artist himself may be trapped until the whole thing collapses.

When the unexpected happened, Anson quickly assessed the situation. The possibility of him sprinting away from Heathrow Airport was far lower than the risk of the entire scene being caught up in the hurricane disaster. He decisively stopped and tried to control the crowd from the beginning.

Take it one step at a time; don't rush it.

Finally, Heathrow Airport security personnel arrived at the scene, all their eyes fixed on Anson, ready to escort him away from the scene as soon as possible.

But Anson turned to them and said, "We cleared a path for passengers who found their luggage to leave smoothly, and we got the situation under control first."

Will-O'Connell, the duty captain of the Heathrow Airport security team, looked at Anson with a face full of question marks and was completely stunned.

"Uh...and what about you?"

Anson spread his hands. “Everything has gone off track. There are no vehicles waiting for me outside. Before the airport sends vehicles or taxis arrive, standing outside is just like drawing crowds into open spaces.”

Normally, this is a good approach; but what if open spaces attract even more people? Will the current situation continue to snowball and escalate into an avalanche?
Just imagining it sent chills down Will's spine. He looked up at the surging crowds filling his field of vision and shuddered involuntarily.

Without hesitation, Will looked at Anson and asked, "What do we do?"

Anson raised his voice, "Please move closer and make way for passengers who have just finished their long flights. Nobody wants to be a punching bag for tired office workers. Trust me, I'm protecting you."

The first half of his statement made people think Anson was talking about himself, but the second half of his statement took a sharp turn, and the bustling crowd around him became the scapegoats—the key point is that they couldn't refute it, because the chaos before them was indeed caused by them.

The atmosphere lightened instantly amidst the banter and teasing.

Including those disgruntled travelers.

I was still furious and didn't know who to vent my anger on, but then I saw a large, bustling crowd moving toward a spacious area on one side of the baggage hall, clearing a narrow passage near the exit.

Although it's not big, it's enough.

Confused and bewildered, the travelers stumbled forward, their steps uneven. Then, seeing Anson directing traffic like a traffic cop, they were overwhelmed with astonishment and shock. For a moment, they forgot how to react, staring blankly as they mechanically dragged their luggage forward.

The anger, frustration, and anxiety hadn't completely disappeared, but undeniably, as the unexpected and shocking events unfolded before his eyes, a massive amount of information poured out. When he looked at Anson again, his eyes and expression subtly changed.

But such a change seemed too embarrassing to talk about, and in the end, they hurriedly left with their heads down, and the negative emotions that filled the air gradually dissipated.

Among the passengers in the row preparing to leave the airport terminal, one person couldn't contain his curiosity, left the line, and walked over to Anson, ready to give him a high five.

However, Anson shook his head, "We should avoid another traffic jam, keep it flowing smoothly, keep it flowing smoothly."

The man's right hand hung in mid-air, his face filled with astonishment.

He was a beat too slow to realize that everyone around him was staring at him and bursting into laughter, creating a lively atmosphere. The person touched his nose and fled in panic.

Anson turned to look at the surging crowd surrounding him.

“We also need to evacuate. I don’t want Heathrow Airport to be paralyzed because of me. This crown is too heavy for me to bear.”

Haha, hahaha—

A joyful atmosphere prevailed.

Anson raised his right hand and gave high-fives to the enthusiastic fans in front of him one after another.

"Thank you."

"good day."

"Yes, yes, I know this is not ideal."

"An unexpected encounter."

"Oh, welcome to London."

They high-fived and chatted, their brief encounter filled with laughter. Then they let these people pass by Anson and leave the baggage hall.

Will could hardly believe his eyes, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him. He never knew that the chaos among superstars could be resolved in this way. A farce that could have easily turned into a disaster was transformed into a "clapping and greeting party," with smiles on every face in front of him.

Will has worked at Heathrow Airport for twenty years.

Flight delays, cancellations, changes, bad weather, accidents, lost baggage, security checks, passenger conflicts, ground staff issues, and so on—problems keep piling up. This is one of the worst and most terrifying places to work in the world's airports, where you can hardly see any smiles.

The resentment is overwhelming!

Literally speaking, without exaggeration.

But today, a potential disaster has turned into an unforgettable adventure. Who knew that Heathrow Airport could be a place of smiles?

(End of this chapter)