The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1817 Uncertainty

It was done casually and effortlessly.

However, they went all out.

Michael Caine remained as lazy as ever, lying in a rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth with a completely relaxed expression.

There was no contempt, no anger, no dissatisfaction.

However, the disdain in his words was revealed casually and without reservation.

Beside her, Scarlett slightly opened her mouth, her eyebrows and eyes slowly filled with astonishment and surprise, but she couldn't hide her rebellious excitement. She secretly turned her head to look at Anson and mouthed a sentence.

"what!"

Clearly, Scarlett Johansson hadn't kept up with the pace. Was Michael Caine really this kind of person in private? Was it really okay for him to be so unconventional?
Anson was somewhat prepared, but strictly speaking, they were about the same.

Anson murmured, "Oh, Sir, thank you for the compliment...? But I don't think I possess such a rebellious spirit..."

Michael Kane laughed out loud, "Ha, interesting little guy, keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you."

Without rebuttal or debate, Michael Kane looked at Anson with an expression that suggested a tacit understanding, but his eyes and words conveyed completely different meanings.

Anson didn't respond, but Scarlett couldn't help herself, her curiosity overflowing, "Sir, how did you figure that out? Everyone thinks he's a good boy."

Michael Caine didn't even raise an eyebrow. "We shouldn't look at appearances, but at actions. How many pretty faces refuse to attend the Oscars to make movies? If someone is really just a pretty face, no matter what others say, they absolutely cannot miss the Oscars. They have to show up even if it means fighting for their place."

Anson spread his hands, "I want to attend, really, from the bottom of my heart, it's for the academy..."

Michael Caine: "Blah blah blah, it's his fault, it's your fault, it's everyone else's fault, it's all an excuse. You can attend if you want."

"The point is, you have the power to make the decision, don't you?"

Michael Kane looked at Anson, his seemingly lazy gaze revealing a wisdom and keen insight into people's hearts.

After a pause, Michael Kane continued speaking without waiting for Anson's reply.

"Even putting all that aside, just look at this project and you'll know that this little guy has his own ambitions. I only agreed to act in it because of you."

"So work hard and don't let me down."

"I've acted in a lot of bad movies, and people have criticized me for making a deal with the devil for money and selling my soul; but this time, it's not the devil, I made a deal with you."

Give me some surprises.

After saying that, Michael Caine stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to walk back inside.

Anson was taken aback. "Sir, you promised not to put pressure on me?"

Michael Caine didn't even turn his head. "I'm telling you not to put pressure on yourself. As for the others, can you control them? I'll put pressure on them if I want."

Snapped!
The door was already closed, cutting off their conversation and leaving Anson and Scarlett standing there in the breeze, stunned.

They exchanged glances, and a sense of absurd humor washed over them. Neither of them could hold back; smiles crept onto their lips, and they burst out laughing.

But the laughter didn't last. The door was pushed open again, and a head popped out.

"The break is over, we should resume filming."

The person standing before me was not just any assistant, but photographer Emmanuel Lubezki.

To be precise, the start date of "Children of Men" was kept being postponed, not because of Anson's availability, but because of Emmanuel's availability.

It wasn't until Emmanuel finished his work and was even given two weeks to rest and recharge—which was also a time for Emmanuel to clear his mind, get back into work mode, and study how to film "Children of Men"—that the production team officially got back to work.

Bianson is a big brand.

Scarlett glanced at Emmanuel. After Emmanuel finished speaking, he didn't turn to leave, but remained standing at the door, quietly watching Anson.

Without needing any further words, Scarlett understood the subtext: Emmanuel had taken over the assistant's job to come out specifically to see Anson.

Scarlett understood immediately. Without saying anything more, she nodded slightly, walked past Emmanuel, and went straight into the room, leaving only Anson and Emmanuel outside.

Anson realized this too, and made a gesture of surrender towards Emmanuel, saying, "I didn't do anything, and none of this has anything to do with me."

Emmanuel: ...

Looking at Anson with a serious and expressionless face, Emmanuel remained unmoved. "I'm not Alfonso, this trick won't work on me."

Anson: "Okay."

Without hesitation, without joking, teasing, or making excuses, Anson made a sharp 180-degree turn, meeting Emmanuel's gaze with a serious expression.

Emmanuel choked.

Although Anson didn't say anything, his actions and expressions conveyed a message, ultimately mocking Emmanuel.

He choked on Emmanuel's chest and glared fiercely at Anson.

But Emmanuel knew he shouldn't get involved with Anson, otherwise he would be the one to suffer in the end. Let's get down to business, business is the most important thing.

"I thought you went to so much trouble to convince me because you were really looking forward to the movie."

"I postponed my work with Alejandro and the Coen brothers to come to London specifically to finish filming this movie, and this is what you call ambition?"

Serious, serious, and meticulous.

This is Emmanuel's strength, especially in his professional work, where he can handle all photography tasks single-handedly; but in his private life, this could be a weakness.

Anson was very surprised that Emmanuel could become friends with Alfonso Cuarón, not just because they were Mexican, but because they were true friends.

Anson couldn't help but joke, "I thought you took this job because of Alfonso."

Emmanuel looked at Anson quietly, expressionless and calm.

Anson didn't mind, saying, "I'm figuring it out; I need some time."

Emmanuel, “Yes, I have eyes. But the problem now is that Alfonso is too kind. He doesn’t dare to tell you directly. He sees your efforts and your dedication and swallows all his complaints…”

Anson used an interrupt skill, "So you've seen my efforts and dedication?"

Emmanuel: "...But it's still not enough, isn't it? There are no results."

Anson: "So we should cherish the process, the process of exploring and adventuring together. You are a photographer, you should understand the importance of the process better than I do. We may wait for twenty-four hours or even seventy-two hours to wait for natural light. It's long and tedious, and we may even start to doubt ourselves. But when the light finally comes and we capture that image, it's all worth it, right?"

Emmanuel, “A silver tongue. If you’re going to try to put on a show with sweet talk, that’s your choice; but we all know that’s not going to work now.”

Anson, "So, you came out specifically to give me a warning?"

Emmanuel, "Are you going to fire me? I know you have that power."

puff.

Anson laughed, without warning.

Emmanuel was completely bewildered and couldn't figure it out. Anson always acted unpredictably, which was exactly what he disliked the most.

As a photographer, Emmanuel is able to handle unexpected natural events, but he is used to keeping human factors in his grasp. Once things get out of control, the difficulties he faces can turn into disasters.

Therefore, he admitted that he didn't like Anson, as there was simply too much uncertainty surrounding Anson.

(End of this chapter)