The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1831 Mass Lateness
Hahaha. Hahaha.

Anson's carefree laughter came from the other end of the phone, without any attempt to hide it. But the gloom and oppression that had been hanging in the air on this end seemed to be dispelled. The murky atmosphere quietly dissipated, and Annie was able to breathe fresh air again. Her heart gradually relaxed.

Annie pouted. "I don't know. I'm tired right now. I want to lie on the sofa and do nothing, just rest for a while."

Anson: "Ha. How about we just go on vacation? How about coming to London?"

Anne didn't hide her disdain. "Who would go to London for vacation? Especially in the fall? Even if I were going on vacation, I should have chosen Napa Valley."

Anson!

Shouts could be heard coming from the background of the phone receiver.

Anne heard this, but Anson didn't care at all. "Napa Valley? Oh, what a disappointment. I'd choose the ocean, the Caribbean is a good choice. Mountains or ocean, what do you choose?"

Anne: "Mountains. Mountains, of course! Anson, do you know how much sunscreen actresses need to wear when they go to the ocean?"

Anson: "Haha, hahaha, sorry, this isn't on my vacation warning list."

Anne herself didn't realize that the corners of her mouth were turning up slightly again. "And the food in London, it's not a vacation, it's practically punishment. So, have you felt its effects during your time in London?"

Anson, “Let me clarify, I was in Edinburgh before…” He paused, “…even more agonizing. Torture. Torture!”

"Haha." Annie couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The phone receiver crackled with shouts again, "Anson! Are you hiding in your house partying all by yourself? Everyone outside is looking for you! You're the star of the show, okay?"

Anson pulled the receiver off his phone. "Come on, are you guys expecting me to perform acrobatics? A party is a party. The party can go on even if anyone is missing."

"Haha, of course not everyone is Anson Wood."

The next second, a cacophony of shouts surged in, so loud it could be heard even through the phone receiver, as a bustling crowd burst into Anson's space.

There was a commotion.

Anson brought the phone closer. "Annie, sorry, it's too noisy here. I'll call you back in a bit, okay?"

Anne held her breath and smiled. "Of course, you guys go first. Remember to eat dinner and don't drink on an empty stomach."

Anson tried to say something more, but someone interrupted him. Anson helplessly said "Goodbye" and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Anne curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the phone in her palm. Was it Scarlett who had just pushed the door open looking for Anson?

That voice, that tone, is very special, with a distinctive characteristic. You don't even need to see it; you can describe its essence just by hearing it.

Lazy yet sexy, bright yet unrestrained.

It burned brightly and actively, like a ball of orange flame.

Sitting quietly, staring ahead, my gaze gradually widens. A sense of loss, emptiness, and indescribable bitterness grips my heart, clenching it tighter and tighter, as if my entire being is ablaze, utterly destroying my reason.

Brakes! Emergency brakes!
She needs to control herself and can't let things continue like this.

Anne quickly took a deep breath to pull her scattered thoughts back, stood up abruptly, and looked around the room. She thought that perhaps a thorough cleaning was a good idea.

Yes, that's it.

Anne rolled up her sleeves and enthusiastically got to work. Meanwhile, across the Atlantic, in a valley outside Surrey, a party was in full swing.

Anson was also partying and mingling with the crew.

However, it didn't last long. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on him, Anson withdrew slightly from the inner circle and stood on the periphery of the crowd to observe.

The call was dialed again, this time to Edgar.

Judging from her past life's trajectory, Anne successfully landed the role in "Brokeback Mountain" without his help, and her acting career still took off.

Therefore, Anson did not intend to intervene, as there was no need to go to the trouble; however, Anson asked Edgar to find out which projects Annie had been rejected from, and what was going on with those projects, so that perhaps he could help Annie regain her confidence and reduce some of the obstacles on her path forward.

The night is deep.

Pushing through the crowd, in the firelight, Anson could see Scarlett's ambiguous smile, as if she could see right through him.

Anson hung up the phone, put it in his pocket, raised his hands to show his innocence, and rejoined the crowd to celebrate with everyone.

There's no doubt that a party is a great idea.

The "Children of Men" production team needs some good news, but more than just good news. The team needs to shed some burdens and improve their teamwork.

Generally speaking, once filming begins, there are shooting schedules every day, and everything is arranged. A single day's delay could cost a million dollars, or even more; two or three million dollars wouldn't be an insurmountable expense. Therefore, they shouldn't be partying, much less drinking and reveling.

What about tomorrow's filming?
With producer Anson providing support, neither Forest Films nor Warner Bros. likely had any objections, giving the production team a brief respite.

Like timely rain.

Not only did they get a temporary respite, but the entire crew also got together and played around. Whether it was Alfonso and Emmanuel, the two big shots who always maintained professionalism and seriousness, or Anson, who was high above and unapproachable, they all mingled together. This night was slightly off track.

The next morning, everyone was late!
OMG! Late!
The filming, which was scheduled to start at nine o'clock, was still completely empty on set at eleven o'clock. Everyone was still hungover and hadn't woken up yet, which was a disaster.

Or perhaps it wasn't a disaster.

When Emmanuel struggled to get out of bed and rushed to the set, he saw an empty place and his heart sank. Then he saw Anson.

Emmanuel was completely dumbfounded when he saw Anson looking so smug, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should apologize or complain.

On the contrary, Anson appeared remarkably calm, looking refreshed and full of energy, as if he had gotten up early in the morning and still had time to jog to greet the sunrise. He showed no signs of the disheveled or embarrassed state of someone with a hangover.

Looking at Anson, and then at himself, Emmanuel felt as if he had just crawled out of a garbage dump; it was a complete disgrace to him.

Anson didn't point out Emmanuel's embarrassment, seemingly oblivious to it at all. He even greeted Emmanuel with a smile, saying, "Let's postpone today's filming until 1 p.m., after lunch. Do you need to go back and catch up on some sleep? You can at least get another hour of rest."

Emmanuel: ... "Uh, I..."

After stammering for a long time, his muddled brain still couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

Anson seemed completely unsurprised. "I'm making honey lemon water over there. It helps with hangovers. If you don't want to go back to sleep, have a glass."

Confused and disoriented, Emmanuel turned and left the set. Sure enough, he found the crew outside. A group of people were making honey lemon water, stirring a large pot like witches. With the surrounding forest and grass, Emmanuel almost thought he was still dreaming.

Wait, what exactly is going on here?

(End of this chapter)