The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1796 Superstar Style
Unexpected. Chaotic. Disaster.

When Will learned of the situation, he was upset and even blamed Anson.

Why pretend to be an ordinary person? It's hypocritical and pretentious.

Since they are top superstars, they should obediently take private jets and use VIP channels, come and go quietly, and not affect the lives of ordinary people; instead, they have to pretend to blend in with the crowd, which only brings trouble to them and may even turn into a disaster.

Good heavens, it seems like Anson thinks airport security isn't troublesome enough. When will these Hollywood stars stop this self-deceptive practice?

Damn it!

Fueled by anger and frustration, Will stormed off towards the baggage claim area, hoping to end the trouble quickly and efficiently.

But clearly, based on past experience, this is just wishful thinking.

But now?
The scene of flowers in full bloom, orderly and well-organized, presents a completely different picture from the grand spectacle of crowds of people.

Will and the entire security team were completely sidelined; he had absolutely nothing to do. This was probably the easiest and most relaxed job Will had ever had in his career.

He felt like a security guard in a shopping mall, and that even maintaining order only required him to make a show of shouting a couple of times.

is this normal?

Will was a little taken aback and looked at Anson again—

Focused, busy, enthusiastic, and sincere.

Will didn't know how many people Anson had high-fived, but there were at least five hundred if not eight hundred. Not to mention Anson, even he himself was standing next to him with a sore back and was drenched in sweat. Looking ahead, the vast crowd behind him still seemed endless, making him feel dizzy.

Whether it's acting skills or genuine talent, this dedication has already impressed Will. A superstar is indeed not someone just anyone can become.

Joy, happiness, elation, and delight.

Laughter filled the air, accompanied by cheers, screams, and shouts, creating a lively and festive atmosphere. The whole world seemed to have been enchanted, as if a Disney movie had been created, and everything in sight, hearing, and feeling on the skin became different.

“Will…”

Will was stunned, not even realizing who was calling him.

"Will?"

A beat too slow, Will realized it was Anson and hurriedly turned to look at him.

"Will, where's the vehicle arranged by the airport?"

Anson originally suggested a taxi would be fine, but Will had a different perspective.

Taxis could still cause chaos, and news of Anson's hotel in London could leak out, not to mention that paparazzi from across the British Isles are already on their way to Heathrow Airport. Inexperienced taxi drivers could face even greater risks.

Therefore, Will suggested that the airport arrange a VIP vehicle to escort Anson to the hotel.

Anson heeded Will's professional advice and waited for the airport vehicle.

However, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and there was still no news from the airport.

Anson looked at Will, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "This situation has to come to an end, doesn't it?"

Will followed Anson's gaze and immediately understood:
Planes kept landing at the airport, and the baggage claim area was bustling with people coming and going in waves. Even though Anson had been there for over thirty minutes, the queue showed no signs of slowing down. Add to that the crowds of onlookers who had caught wind of the event, and this lightning-fast meet-and-greet might really never end.

Will patted his head, slightly annoyed. "Sorry, I'll escort you away now."

Anson was very surprised. "Now?" "Oh. Give me thirty seconds."

Thirty seconds. What does Anson need thirty seconds to do?
Before Will could react, Anson had already taken a small step forward, high-fived the three people waiting in front of him again, then gave the next person an apologetic smile and mouthed, "Please wait a moment."

Then, she slightly raised her chin and raised her voice.

"Sorry, I need to leave."

Oh.

A chorus of sighs and lamentations filled the air.

Anson shrugged slightly. "I know, but to be honest, this unexpected encounter has gone on for far too long. Cinderella has to leave before midnight, or everything you're seeing now will disappear. God, you don't want to see those cruel truths."

Hahaha!
The laughter erupted like thunder. No one expected that Anson would casually make fun of himself, gesturing to his face and clothing as he spoke:
These glamorous appearances could disappear at any time.

If things go any further, his current friendly "mask" won't last long, and he might soon reveal his true, monstrous nature.

Such a joke received a wildly positive response from the British public.

"Thank you, thank you to everyone who is still willing to spend time queuing here at the end of a long and tiring journey. I believe not everyone knows me. You, yes, you, sir, you must be wondering who this guy is and why everyone is queuing up."

Haha!

“Okay, my name is Anson Wood, an actor. I hope that one day in the near future we can meet in a movie theater in a different setting. You are welcome to come to the movie theater to watch my movie. Whether you like it or not, I believe that memory will add a different flavor to all of this today.”

"I hope that by then you won't think that the guy on the movie screen is much more handsome than that stranger at Heathrow Airport, that would be a public relations crisis."

Hahaha!
Laughter rose and fell, continuous and intense. The clapping and greeting session turned into a stand-up comedy performance in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Brief, light, to the point, and know when to stop.

Without further hesitation, Anson prepared to turn and leave. A small group of people standing in front of him, about to be called out to Anson, couldn't help but show regret. Their calls for Anson were still lingering in their throats when Anson actually stopped and returned, causing them all to swallow their words.

"Also, thank you for such a warm welcome. I always thought London was very cold."

A casual remark—or rather, a provocation—immediately brought smiles to the faces of the crowd, and one or two began to grumble.

“Stereotype,” “No, no, no,” “Absolutely not,” “What nonsense are you talking about,” “Now we know you’re not British.”

It was quite lively.

The atmosphere relaxed again.

However, Anson had already turned around, decisively and without hesitation, patted Will on the shoulder, and walked away surrounded by his security team.

Will stood by and witnessed the whole thing, unable to believe his eyes. Anson was completely in control of the situation, so much so that when Anson actually turned to leave, the crowd behind him instinctively surged forward two or three steps but didn't follow.

Despite the cacophony of noise and heat, there was none of the crowding or chaos I had feared; the entire scene was remarkably orderly.

Like magic.

How did all of this happen?
Just then, a shout came from behind, as loud as a thunderclap, and exploded instantly.

"Anson!"

So, is it 'sunflower' or 'voyage'?

(End of this chapter)