The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1876 Riding a Tiger and Being Difficult to Dismount
Ryan-Seacrest appeared slightly nervous.

As a host, he once shone brightly in the radio industry, but he could never find a breakthrough until the emergence of "American Idol".

With this reality show, Ryan's career took a turn for the better, finally earning him a place in the highly competitive Hollywood.

This year, Ryan has once again turned his career around, hosting the Golden Globe Awards red carpet for the first time. A bright future is unfolding before him, and he believes—no, he knows—that as long as he seizes this opportunity, his hosting career will usher in a brand new breakthrough.

Ryan was nervous precisely because he cared.

What's more, this is a live broadcast.

Compared to the live broadcast of the "American Idol" finale, the Golden Globe Awards are a star-studded event, and it's much more difficult to control the situation as you can't afford to offend any of them.

Before the live stream, Ryan vomited twice, his stomach churning violently.

However, once the live stream started, everything went smoothly, even more smoothly than expected. He was witty, humorous, and had complete control of the situation.

With his confidence rising, Ryan could almost see a glittering golden road to the future unfolding before him.

This is what he deserves. This is where he truly belongs.

Then, tonight's superstars took the stage.

Ryan took a deep breath, unable to hide his excitement. The biggest opportunity of the entire afternoon and evening was right in front of him. As long as he could successfully complete the interview, his face would appear on the nationally televised screen alongside Anson, and no one would see him as just a reality show host anymore.

However, the situation was somewhat beyond expectations—

fanaticism.

The scorching heat waves that came in layers almost burned the skin, and the surging waves of people came one after another, stretching endlessly.

Only by being there in person can you feel this energy; words simply cannot describe even a fraction of its magnificence.

Everyone knows that Anson is now the number one man in Hollywood, but no words or descriptions can compare to the impact of what he just witnessed.

Ryan tried to take control of the situation, but he had only just begun to speak, "Anson..." when the rest of his sentence was completely drowned out.

Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!
The cheers and screams at the scene reached an even higher level, with tears streaming down their faces and their hearts breaking. It seemed as if they were burning their lives to make their final cry.

Ryan was dumbfounded. He thought he had seen all the crazy things about "American Idol" and was used to it, but now he realized that he was still too young.

Behind him on the red carpet, a figure, her skirt tugged, quickly stepped forward, passing by Ryan's eyes in a hurry.

Ryan stared in disbelief: Cate Blanchett?

“Kate…” Ryan only managed to call out once.

Cate Blanchett, however, had already abandoned him and walked straight towards Anson, opening her arms wide with a smile and giving him a hug.

Ryan couldn't understand. What kind of relationship did Kate and Anson have?

The answer is...no.

Because Kate extended an invitation for reporters to take a group photo of them, the entire room erupted in a flurry of camera flashes.

Kate laughed brightly, patted Anson on the shoulder, whispered a few words in Anson's ear, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Keira Knightley, who had been itching to join in, also ran up to Anson, clutching her skirt, and asked for a photo.

Anson looked bewildered, but readily agreed, and the flashbulbs went off again.

Kayla shouted to the reporters, "Remember to give it to me. You absolutely have to give it to me!"

After giving her a thousand instructions, Kayla turned around, clenched her fist, cheered, and ran back happily. Ryan was stunned. He couldn't care less about anything else and hurriedly went to Anson's side, his voice carried through the microphone onto the live broadcast camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Anson Wood."

boom!
The world was instantly plunged into a vacuum; screams, cheers, shouts, and roars all turned into a silent rumble, with only those twisted and ferocious faces burning in the raging flames.

Anson stood there obediently, maintaining a smile. Wherever his gaze fell, explosions erupted. He needed no words, no actions, nothing at all; his mere presence easily rendered everything else meaningless.

For the first time, Ryan realized that no one standing next to this man could steal his spotlight—no one at all.

Fortunately, Anson didn't ignore Ryan and turned around to look at him, saying, "Hey, good afternoon, Ryan."

Ryan didn't hide his surprise. "You know me?"

Instead of explaining, Anson simply quoted the show's standard lines, "This is... American Idol!"

Ahhh. Ahhh.

The entire audience responded.

Ryan's heart soared to the sky. "Wow... I mean, wow, honestly, are you already used to this kind of treatment?"

Anson chuckled softly. "No, never. All I can say is that it's all crazy. I can't imagine such a scene. I'm a little nervous right now..."

Before they could finish speaking, another wave of frenzied screams drowned out their conversation, making one wonder if there was a shortage of oxygen at the scene.

Ryan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So, is this year's Golden Globe Awards a little different? Two acting nominations, plus Best Original Song, a total of three nominations..."

Before Anson could even speak, the deafening shouts from the crowd erupted again, causing the two to exchange glances and burst into laughter.

Just as Anson and Ryan were interacting, a figure silently approached.

Ryan didn't notice that people were coming and going on the red carpet. Not only guests, but also staff, media, agents, stylists, public relations personnel and other members of the artist's team were constantly moving around. It was perfectly normal for a figure to appear.

But Anson was different; he remained vigilant and controlled the entire situation.

It wasn't until Anson subtly reminded Ryan with his eyes that Ryan noticed the figure standing nearby, waiting for his chance to strike.

"Oh, Frank! Frank Pierce, distinguished guest, welcome to the Hilton Hotel!"

Frank, looking energetic and impeccably dressed in a suit, entered the live broadcast with a gentle smile. He shook Ryan's right hand and greeted Anson warmly, saying, "Haha, it's an honor for this old man to attend the Golden Globe Awards. This is a rare opportunity."

Ryan felt a little dizzy. The frenzy caused by Anson was endless, and Frank's appearance broke expectations and created even more chaos.

Most importantly, the air was scorching hot, and Ryan felt a bit short of breath.

But Ryan is Ryan after all. He was honed on "American Idol" and has excellent adaptability. "I think if I have the honor of going to the Oscars, that would be a truly rare opportunity."

"Well, Mr. President of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, could you please grant me an invitation to the Kodak Theatre?"

Without making a sound, Ryan introduced Frank to him and then made a small, sarcastic remark.

Frank seemed very pleased. "Oh, tonight belongs to the Golden Globes, and we don't want to steal the spotlight from our hosts. But of course, we certainly welcome your presence; it's an honor to have you as our host on the red carpet."

"Of course, we welcome everyone with open arms and hope to have a spectacular evening."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Anson.

it goes without saying.

(End of this chapter)