The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1874: Turning against guests
After Edgar's explanation, Anson finally understood, "Oh, so the shadowy figure hiding behind the scenes is called Frank Pierce."

"I thought he was like the villain in Detective Conan, always just a shadowy silhouette."

Edgar did not respond, nor did Eve.

Anson looked back and forth. "It was a joke. What, not funny? Sigh, looks like I'm not in good shape today. Tonight's interview is worrying."

He spoke while gazing at the sky in thought.

Edgar, however, was not worried. Seeing Anson's composure and calmness, he knew that Anson was in good condition, so he brought the topic back.

"Frank, you need to be careful."

Anson glanced at Edgar. "You've been holding him back and provoking him all this time. Isn't it too late to worry now?"

Edgar, “I’m sorry.” He readily admitted his mistake. “I kept refusing to answer his calls, and the creative artist also used stalling tactics. We all thought he was a smart man who knew how to behave.”

"As expected, he should have approached you before the Ballon d'Or, whether it was you, Lucas, or someone who made connections to arrange a conversation."

"This is the right way to handle things in Hollywood social settings..."

His words at this point carried a hint of helplessness.

Anson's smile widened. "You didn't expect Frank Pierce to be so tough and not play by the rules."

Edgar let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry."

This was indeed his mistake; he underestimated Frank's toughness.

But Anson understood that Edgar wasn't the only one who made a mistake; innovative artists also made similar errors.

In Hollywood, Frank was known for his social skills and tact. While he wasn't spineless, he was certainly smooth, flexible, and adept at adapting to changing circumstances.

If it were in Frank's usual style, guided by Edgar and innovative artists, Frank would immediately understand that he didn't want things to escalate and become a laughingstock in public, but rather to resolve the issue quietly and salvage the situation without making a fuss.

However, this time, Frank did not play by the rules.

Not to mention Edgar and his group, even Anson himself could be infected.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps it's because Frank is about to retire and he wants to leave something on his resume, so he deliberately played the victim and followed Edgar and the innovative artist's strategy in order to create an event at tonight's Golden Globe Awards ceremony.

Otherwise, given the innovative artist and Eve's intelligence-gathering abilities, it's impossible to be completely unprepared.

Edgar was still somewhat uneasy. As the president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Frank was certainly entitled to attend tonight's awards ceremony, but he had always refused to attend.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association is adept at interpersonal relationships. Regardless of whether Frank attends or not, they send out invitations every year, and this year was no exception. However, no one expected that Frank would actually attend this year.

Edgar and Eve exchanged a glance. "Anson, why don't we leave this to us?"

Eve nodded. "We can distract Frank, even lead him away from the red carpet, and we just need to wait for you to enter the venue."

There's always a way if you think about it.

Anson shook his head. "If he comes prepared, even if he avoids the red carpet, he can't avoid the awards ceremony."

"Imagine this: he's always been submissive, you refused to answer his calls and made all sorts of excuses, and he actually swallowed his anger, just waiting for tonight. Do you think he'll just give up?"

"No, he won't." "He won't give up until he gets what he wants. Even if he misses the red carpet, there will be many other opportunities. Who knows? What if he's prepared to unleash a devastating attack if we anger him?"

Edgar tried to refute, but the words stuck in his throat, and he ultimately couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

Anson noticed the worry in Edgar's eyes and laughed out loud. "Don't worry. He's been hiding in the shadows all this time, and we can't guard against him. But now that he's out in the open and has revealed his hand, he believes he's in control of the situation. If we go with the flow, we can actually turn the tables."

"Perhaps, we can seize this opportunity, turn the tables, and resolve this matter completely."

Eve glanced at Anson. "But aren't you feeling unwell right now?"

Anson: "Haha."

"If we mess it up... well, we mess it up. Honestly. It's just an Oscar, not the end of the world."

They all knew that the Oscars were more than just the Oscars, and that things weren't that simple, but at this moment, hearing Anson's words still made them relax.

Eve looked at Edgar and nudged his shin with her red high heels. "See that? That's the charisma and vision of the number one man in Hollywood."

Edgar, however, did not relax easily. They could not put all the responsibility and pressure on Anson's shoulders. His mind raced, and he looked up again. "Eve, we cannot sit idly by and wait to die. We need to seize the initiative."

As a public relations professional, Eve's mind worked quickly, and she immediately understood. "You mean, we should spread the word that Frank is ignoring Anson, looking down on Anson, and not giving Anson any positive treatment. He's planning to force Anson to attend the Oscars at the Golden Globes, just like last year?"

We shouldn't wait until the mud is thrown at us before we explain; we should strike first before our opponent does anything.

Edgar nodded slightly. "That's not all. In fact, Frank refused to let Anson attend the Oscars from the very beginning, because he thought Anson was just a pretty face."

Edgar glanced at Anson. "Sorry."

Anson raised his hands in surrender, a wide smile spreading across his face. "No, don't worry about me."

Eve's mind raced. "If we target the Academy directly, we might fall out; but if we target Frank, we can easily say that he disregarded the Academy's interests for his own selfish gain."

"Ah, we should win over our competitors. Who are the members who intend to run for college president this year? Give me five minutes, I'll start investigating right now."

Things progressed rapidly, and in a short time, they had completely deviated from their original course.

Given Anson's current reputation and status, he is not afraid even when facing Sony Columbia, and the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is no exception; they refuse to sit idly by and wait for their doom.

A crisis may just be a crisis, but it can also become an opportunity.

Before Anson could even speak, Edgar and Eve were already busy, racing against time. Frank had already appeared on the red carpet, waiting for them. They had limited time to plan, so they had to hurry.

As a result, Anson ended up having nothing to do.

Of course, the most important part of the whole thing is Anson, after all, Anson is about to face Frank head-on; and everything is happening in full view of everyone, with countless eyes watching, so there is no chance to make up for any mistake.

But neither Edgar nor Eve are worried. Frank's biggest mistake is that he still hasn't taken Anson's existence seriously.

In the brief moment of waiting for the call, Eve glanced at Anson unintentionally. She couldn't help but feel a bit confused. Everything was too random and too sudden. Anxiety and confusion were inevitable. But then she saw Anson open the car window again, just a crack, reach out his right hand to touch the ray of sunlight, close his eyes and feel the sunlight and breeze dancing on his fingertips.

Eve knew that Frank had messed with the wrong person.

(End of this chapter)