The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1875 Lifting a weight is easy
Buzzing, buzzing—

The street in front of the Hilton Hotel was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, yet the dense crowd completely ignored Keira Knightley and Clive Owen on the red carpet. Cheers lingered in their throats, but their eyes kept drifting towards the road ahead.

One or two of them stood on tiptoe, craning their necks and gazing longingly at the horizon.

Not to mention the onlookers, even Kayla, who was being interviewed, was no exception.

Kayla glanced curiously, but there was no one at the end of the road, and she couldn't figure out what was going on. In the end, she couldn't control her curiosity and asked the reporter, "What happened on the red carpet?"

The reporter was speechless, but still explained, "We received word that Anson has arrived."

The news spread like wildfire, carried by word of mouth among people, media, and staff along the route—the news of Anson's imminent arrival was being relayed.

"Anson just left Santa Monica Boulevard."

"Anson passed the Beverly Hills coordinates."

"Anson has entered the main street!"

One sentence after another, every three steps a report, even the area in front of the Hilton Hotel became restless, everyone's attention was diverted, and they were all eagerly awaiting Anson's arrival.

That's the power of Anson's influence; every move he makes can cause an earthquake in Hollywood.

This scene, witnessed by Frank Pierce, caused him to remain outwardly calm and composed, but his nerves were completely on edge.

This shouldn't belong to the Golden Globe Awards.

Frank couldn't quite tell whether he was jealous of the Golden Globes, angry that everything before him didn't belong to the Oscars, or hated Anson's arrogance and stupidity.

A mix of conflicting and complex emotions surged within me, almost to the point of being uncontrollable.

But it doesn't matter. In ten minutes... no, five minutes will be enough for him to turn the tide and make Anson obediently serve Oscar.

Anson, that greenhorn, wants to play mind games with him? Ha! When he was making his way in Hollywood, that kid's parents hadn't even met each other yet.

The innovative artist was also blinded by his success in the past six months, and actually believed that Anson was special, so he used delaying tactics to deal with the situation.

From Tom Cruise to Will Smith to Leonardo DiCaprio, none of them are exceptions, so why should Anson be an exception?

Okay, he admits that the Oscars need this pretty face, they need the buzz and the traffic; but he won't fawn over her like a bootlicker, he'll achieve his goal in his own way and leave Anson speechless, forcing him to swallow this bitter pill.

Then, innovative artists will know that they don't have absolute power in Hollywood.

A commotion arose ahead. Frank, who hadn't left the red carpet, immediately noticed the change and looked up sharply. The next second, a deafening roar erupted in the air.

From zero to one hundred, without pause, it surged to its limit at a speed comparable to a Formula One race car, the deafening roar instantly filling the entire head—

hum.

There was only a tinnitus of static, and the world seemed to have fallen into a silent vacuum.

The answer is self-evident without needing to be spoken.

Anson has arrived.

Ahhh, ahhh, the whole world shook violently, and a wave of heat rushed towards us. It was January, but it erupted with the madness of midsummer's heat, blurring consciousness and plunging everyone into a state of chaos.

A tall, slender figure stood on the red carpet, wearing an ivory white tennis shirt, a dark black suit jacket, light blue jeans, and a pair of ivory white sneakers.

Simple, casual, even a bit carefree, it seemed as if he had just come to a friend's private party and accidentally stumbled into the Golden Globe Awards ceremony; but the key point is that he didn't panic, calmly blending into the scene and easily joining the party.

Out of place, yet perfectly natural. Unexpected, absolutely unexpected! No one anticipated that Anson would come unprepared!

Of course, this is the Golden Globes, and the dress code isn't as strict as the Oscars. Men and women are always willing to make some bold attempts here, avoiding the rigidity of formal suits and evening gowns, and showing their individuality. The Hollywood Foreign Press Association also warmly welcomes such adventures.

However, considering that this was Anson's first confirmed official appearance in six months, coupled with the recent rumors circulating in Hollywood, everyone assumed that Anson had come prepared, making a grand and dazzling entrance to steal all the attention.

As a result, this is it?
However, after a brief moment of shock and confusion, the reporters suddenly realized—

Anson Wood, who is he? The number one man in Hollywood today. He doesn't need to prove himself, he doesn't need a stage like the Golden Globes to promote himself, he doesn't need any extra star power. His very existence is a highlight.

Moreover, putting all that aside, Anson himself is an unconventional individual who has surprised Hollywood with all sorts of ingenious ideas over the years. He never acts in a conventional way according to people's expectations.

The answer is right before your eyes.

"Ahhh!"

"Anson, I love you!"

"Please marry me!"

You are so beautiful!

“Ansen, Ansen, Ansen, Ansen…”

"what!"

All the cheers and screams eventually turned into the simplest and purest shouts, as if they wanted to release all the energy in their brains, chests, and souls, because this was the only way to avoid exploding.

With just one appearance, Hilton Hotels went wild.

No need for elaborate attire or grand entrances; just let things flow naturally, because that's Anson.

Even though people had long been accustomed to and had anticipated this scene, they still couldn't help but marvel at what they had actually witnessed.

I was at a loss for words.

Keira Knightley scrutinized Anson closely. His simple, casual outfit seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the tailoring and proportions of the lines, from the T-shirt to the suit to the jeans, were meticulously considered, perfectly showcasing Anson's unique charisma.

Refined and elegant, with a clear and open mind.

Like a ray of sunlight falling on a babbling brook in early summer, gently caressing the moss and pebbles, it makes you want to close your eyes, feel the breeze blowing through the forest, breathe in the fresh air, and capture the essence of nature.

Then, immerse yourself in it and wander around.

Kayla looked at the reporter in front of her, unable to contain her excitement and joy, "This is Anson, right?"

The reporter was slightly taken aback, but couldn't help but cheer as well.

Any garment, even just a piece of fabric, would look stylish on Anson, a realization that only came to him after the initial shock and disbelief subsided.

It looks really good.

He simplified complexities yet remained poised and elegant, appearing both neat and casual, exuding composure. Amidst the elaborate, heavy, and flamboyant attire of the awards ceremony red carpet, he was easily overlooked. Yet, after appreciating the overwhelming glamour, one couldn't help but search for his figure among the elegantly dressed crowd, effortlessly becoming a unique sight.

Ah, ahhh! Ahhh!
The sunlight, continuous and ever-increasing, began to shake the entire red carpet, as if a volcano had erupted. Golden sunlight poured down from the sky like a silver river falling from the heavens, casting a raging fire upon the red carpet, burning endlessly and engulfing the entire venue.

Without exception!

(End of this chapter)