The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 183 Implantation of Thoughts
Audition, everything went well.

Edgar believed in Anson, his actor charm and acting temperament, and he also believed that Anson was the perfect candidate to play Spider-Man.

Now, it's the agent's turn to get the job done.

The brain operates at high speed.

Then, Edgar caught an idea.

"Oh, and Laura is now dating Alvin Sargent, the screenwriter who wrote the 1980 screenplay for Robert Redford's 'Normal People,' Win four Oscars including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Adapted Screenplay.”

"But he hasn't written a script worth mentioning for fifteen years."

A smile crept up the corner of Edgar's mouth——

Normally, Edgar has a very gentle and low-key temperament. You wouldn't even notice it at first glance. He is unremarkable. It often takes a second and third glance to discover his charm; however, when he smiles, But like warm jade, it blooms with a warm and moist halo.

“These screenwriters, these writers, always liked to gather at the White Horse Tavern in Greenwich Village.”

“It used to be a gathering place for writers like Dylan Thomas and Jack Kerouac. If I remember correctly, Laura and Alvin were together at the White Horse Tavern. Literati met at a party, and sparks arose."

Although Anson was not curious, Edgar explained.

"Laura and Alvin have collaborated on film projects before, and there were more than one. One was a producer and the other was a screenwriter, but there was nothing special between them. At that time, both of them were in their own marriages; until later, the two Everyone was single again, and the meeting at the White Horse Tavern unexpectedly allowed them to see each other."

"I need someone trustworthy..."

As he spoke, Edgar ignored Anson and started talking to himself.

Take a deep breath.

Edgar took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hey Quinn, it's me, remember the last favor you owed me? I need to repay it now."

"Yes, today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, just these three days."

"Every afternoon during 'happy hour', you go to the White Horse Tavern and look for an old man with gray hair, a skin that you can tell is specially for sunbathing, a wide face and a big nose. He is about seventy to seventy-five years old... …”

"Yes, I know this is a wide range, but if you pay attention, he may carry a small notebook or computer with him, drinking beer while pretending to be looking for inspiration."

"He's not a poet, he's a screenwriter."

what.

Edgar chuckled, "Yes, screenwriter, pretending to be a literati but actually has nothing to do with poetry and literature."

"Find him, then pretend to chat with your friend, speak louder, and say that your friend recently worked on Gary Marshall's crew, and I heard that Gary was full of praise for a new actor, Anson."

"Yes, Anson. Don't use the last name. Emphasize the newcomer. As for how to praise, you can use it yourself and be as exaggerated as possible."

"Three days. As soon as possible."

"That's all. As soon as you can do it, your favor is wiped out."

"Waiting for your good news."

Phone, hang up.

One operation, vigorous and resolute, took less than sixty seconds.

Anson looked at Edgar slightly surprised, "How do you guarantee that Alvin will tell Laura?"

Going in a circle, not telling Laura directly, but awakening Laura through hearsay from a third party, using the information gap to create accidental effects, to prevent these old foxes from discovering their behind-the-scenes manipulation——

Just like "Inception", the message is not conveyed directly, but the seed of an idea is planted, waiting for the seed to take root and sprout in the subconscious.

Finally, when the idea takes shape, Laura will believe that it is her own decision and will not doubt other people. Everything will be very natural. However, if any part of the process goes wrong, the result may be different.

Edgar was not worried, "Anson, have you ever written a script?"

Anson:......

Edgar, "Writing a script means sitting in front of a computer. I couldn't hold back a word for six months. I went to the White Horse Tavern every day and pretended to look for inspiration, but in fact I had no intention at all. All my attention was on eavesdropping in the corner. , and then I don’t want to go home and say I gained nothing.”

"So, when communicating with your significant other, you will throw out the gossip and convince yourself that you are not doing nothing all day long."

"You know how those rumors spread in Hollywood?"

"Makeup artist, hairstylist, actor, screenwriter."

"Believe me, Laura will know. Whether she is satisfied with you or not, she will definitely call Gary and ask for his opinion."

Professionalism is really different.

However, this is still not all.

If they only rely on such an action, it means that the initiative is still in Laura's hands, and they still need to strive for the initiative as much as possible.

Edgar thought for a moment, "What's Sam's impression of you?"

"Judging from the on-site reactions, he broke the rules at least three times and his curiosity took over. It seems to be a positive sign." Anson gave an objective answer.

Edgar looked at Anson, "I think we still need to sit down and talk with the director. Not only for the audition, but also for him to feel your personality charm, both as an actor and as an ordinary person."

"Now is different from the morning. The audition is over, so there is no need for us to create a chance encounter, but to attack openly, do you believe me?"

Switching from conspiracy to conspiracy, the same strategy will naturally produce different effects at different times and under different circumstances.

Anson nodded in agreement, "Lunch or dinner?"

Crisp and neat.

Edgar's expression also became positive, "Dinner. In this case, we will issue an invitation openly and I will contact Ian Bryce's assistant."

Before the cell phone in his hand had cooled down, Edgar dialed the phone again to make arrangements.

……

Night falls slowly.

Obviously, New York is different from Los Angeles. In this season, Los Angeles can still see the sky full of sunset, but the sun in New York has sunk below the horizon. The whole city is like Atlantis, wrapped in the bright halo of thousands of lights, and the nightlife The curtain has already begun.

Clang.

Pushing open the glass door, the red lantern-shaped wind chimes rang, and the roar of people rushed towards my face with a heat wave. The waiters coming and going did not stop and looked completely busy; there was no one at the door to help guide us. The lobby manager is completely different from the restaurant culture in New York.

Everything seems casual and free.

Of course, not all Chinese restaurants are like this. Most Chinese restaurants in New York adapt to local customs and make some adjustments. Occasionally, there are a small number of restaurants that retain their own customs and characteristics, but gain unexpectedly in the fierce competition. a place.

In front of you, that's it.

It's just less than seven o'clock, and there's still at least an hour before New York's customary dinner time, but the seats in the store are almost full.

Sam Remy huddled quietly at the four-person table in the corner. He looked up at the extremely busy waiters coming and going in front of him but did not dare to speak. The table in front of him was empty, with only a pot of tea. It looked like It's extremely pitiful, but the waiter still didn't notice it.

Then, two figures appeared in front of them, "Good evening, are there any seats here?"

　The fourth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)