The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1879 Unique

Everything happened so fast. In just two seconds, before anyone could even react, the entire situation had quietly changed, catching everyone completely off guard.

Frank Pierce, president of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences for four consecutive years, was no pushover. He knew the matter wasn't over; he knew they could still use public opinion to exert pressure; he knew they could still attack the arrogance of those besieging Anson; he knew they still held the upper hand.

The term "academy" does not specifically refer to Frank, but rather to a style, a concept, and a consensus.

This can be understood as Hollywood's overall understanding of movies and actors. They don't like pretty faces, not because Frank doesn't like them, but because the entire Academy doesn't like them.

Therefore, Anson's opposition to Frank was not merely a personal grudge; it was equivalent to Anson standing against the traditional academic school.

A brief two-second silence was not enough for Anson to overturn Hollywood's stereotypes. After the Golden Globe Awards, the real challenges Anson faced were just beginning.

Frank knew all of these roads.

However, Frank was still stunned at this moment, as he had not expected Anson to be so tough.

Frank has always believed that Anson is just a pretty face, and that his so-called influence and image are all personas created by his agent and public relations staff. This kind of assembly-line operation is common in Hollywood, and he has never taken Anson seriously.

But now, Anson standing before me is gradually becoming clearer, his edges, his sharpness, his personality are becoming clearer little by little.

Frank stood there, lost in thought, his mind racing.

Frank only realized his loss of composure when Ryan's voice interrupted his thoughts. He couldn't remember the last time he had lost his composure in front of the media.

This thought made Frank's stomach start to burn, yet it also felt like he had swallowed a bunch of ice cubes; his entire abdomen was churning.

Years of experience still allowed Frank to barely maintain his footing. "Hmm?"

Frank, however, had neither the energy nor the inclination to make a self-deprecating joke to defuse the awkwardness; he could only barely focus on looking at Ryan.

Ryan seemed completely unconcerned. "We just said we should invite you to the 'American Idol' finale."

Frank was distracted, his mind a jumble of emotions including anger, humiliation, frustration, and depression. He needed some fresh air.

"Yes, of course, right, definitely, one hundred percent." For once, the battle-hardened Frank was momentarily disoriented, his mind going blank.

Ryan ignored him, saying, "Maybe next season we should consider an 'Anson-Wood Week,' where all the contestants take on songs written by Anson."

Without a doubt, this is top-tier treatment.

In "American Idol," the show often selects a singer as the theme, and all contestants must choose a song by that singer to reinterpret. However, this honor is only enjoyed by legends, and young singers currently active on the front lines are not yet qualified.

I never expected Ryan to say that.

Anson shrugged slightly. "Why wait for next season instead of this one?"

boom!
The crowd erupted, laughter and shouts mingling together.

Ryan looked at the composed Anson and spread his hands. "I'm looking forward to your second album, otherwise there are too few options right now, and our contestants might start fighting over who gets to choose the songs."

Witty, humorous, and intelligent.

Ryan finally showcased his abilities, turning to the audience and asking, "Who else is looking forward to Anson's second album?"

The scene erupted. A deafening roar swept through the entire venue, and a commotion engulfed Anson.

Anson maintained his smile, "Hey, it's not the Grammys tonight, I don't think people like this kind of scene."

Haha, hahaha, this is absolutely hilarious!

In the back-and-forth conversation, Frank had lost his place, and no one even remembered that the college president was still present.

Ryan noticed this, and not wanting to completely offend Frank, he made an excuse to let Frank leave first.

Frank did not refuse, and turned around and started walking away, covered in sweat and pale.

He needs silence.

To be precise, he needs to sort out his thoughts, because he is now unsure whether he has made a wrong judgment, and whether he has made one mistake after another until there is no way back.

So now, should he continue down the wrong path and go all the way, or should he pull back from the brink and realize his mistake?
Step by step, Frank forgot to straighten his back, oblivious to the fact that this was a ruthless awards ceremony where countless eyes were fixed on his every move. He was completely absorbed in his own thoughts, and his lonely figure was swallowed up by the clamor of the red carpet in the blink of an eye.

This scene, witnessed by Edgar and Eve, was unexpected; Anson's handling of the situation was so perfect.

Of course, what appears to be an easy situation is actually fraught with danger and could erupt at any moment. One has to admire Anson's courage; he is truly unafraid to offend the bigwigs of the academy.

but……

Calm down and think about it carefully, Anson is Anson. In all of Hollywood, only Anson has the courage and the right to say no to the Academy.

It's not because Anson, like Woody Allen, had no expectations for the Oscars at all; rather, it's because Anson has been steadfastly pursuing his own path from the very beginning, carving out a unique new world in Hollywood, and he neither needs nor can be swayed by anyone.

From superstars like Tom Cruise, Will Smith, and Brad Pitt to Leonardo DiCaprio, no one dares to say no to the Academy.

And now, the new generation of Anson has stepped forward!

Edgar and Eve didn't stop; they continued their work, determined not to give up because of Frank's disheveled state.

While you are sick, I will kill you.

Sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself. They must solve the problem once and for all, not just Frank, but also ensure that Anson and the College maintain a positive relationship after the new president takes office this August, so that they don't have to go through this trouble again.

More importantly, the Oscars are just one part of the equation; perhaps what they should really be targeting is Anson's image.

Young, bold, confident, and tenacious, this new generation breaks the shackles of traditional Hollywood superstars, including Leonardo DiCaprio, and opens up a whole new world in the new century. Like James Dean, they become iconic figures who will be remembered for all time, even surpassing the definition of any award.

Inspiration sprouts, and then it just keeps coming.

The crisis was looming, but it turned into an opportunity in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't afford to miss it.

Meanwhile, the two of them got busy. With the Golden Globe Awards attracting a galaxy of stars and big names, it was the perfect time to make their moves, something Frank had never anticipated.

On one side, the back-and-forth conversation between Anson and Ryan was particularly lively, with laughter, cheers, and commotion coming one after another, pushing the frenzy to one peak after another. Anson's popularity could be felt throughout the entire Hilton Hotel.

Even seeing it with my own eyes, I was still full of admiration.

(End of this chapter)