The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1881 No Survivors
Anson smiled.

A slight upturn of the corners of her mouth, a relaxed expression on her face, and a carefree smile.

If the confrontation with Frank is a power struggle, a fight for their respective positions, Anson cannot back down, otherwise he will be completely drawn into the Academy's rules of the game.

Therefore, the confrontation with Will would be purely a battle of egos, meaningless and worthless, and even if one were to win, one would not leave behind a medal.

They're not teenagers anymore; there's really no need for them to waste time and energy on such things.

Oh no, or rather, a man is a boy until he dies, and Will Smith still maintains a boy's heart, and he must win any battle of wills.

Let him win then.

Anson didn't mind.

Without a second thought, Anson withdrew his gaze, patted Ryan on the shoulder, turned and left, decisive and carefree, leaving Will standing there, unilaterally cutting off any eye contact or confrontation, leaving Will alone to receive the cheers of the entire audience.

Because of the distance, Will couldn't see Anson's eyes and expression clearly; he only saw Anson turn and leave.

Anson retreats!
Will's heart skipped a beat and then began to pound wildly.

Haha! Anson, get out of here! Hahahahahaha!

Even if Anson's popularity soared on the awards ceremony red carpet, so what? A top superstar with a deep foundation like Will Smith can still command respect. Even Anson wouldn't want to confront him head-on, otherwise the outcome would be a lose-lose situation, which would likely damage Anson's current reputation.

After all, everyone says that Anson is now the number one in Hollywood, invincible and unmatched, yet he was humiliated by Will Smith amidst the red carpet frenzy.

Imagine tomorrow's headlines: TMZ is probably already itching to make its move. Will is ecstatic, and his dopamine levels are surging.

Will turned and bumped Rust's shoulder, making no attempt to hide his joy and happiness, and burst into unrestrained laughter.

The media, unaware of the situation, failed to make a connection and assumed that Will was in high spirits tonight and extremely satisfied with the Golden Globe Award.

Click, click, click, click.

The flashbulbs went off everywhere, and Will was surrounded by a throng of people. All the frustration and humiliation he had felt during the summer movie season vanished, and he felt completely refreshed.

He is Will Smith, he is Will Smith the hell! Even pretty boys like Tom Cruise and Leonardo DiCaprio would pale in comparison to him. His status and influence in Hollywood are definitely not that simple. Even that kid Anson has to step aside!
With a lackluster summer box office and no Golden Globe nominations, Hollywood is rife with gossip, all saying Will Smith is past his prime.

But now, Will has once again stood at the pinnacle of the universe, like Thanos with the Infinity Gauntlet, able to dominate the world with a snap of his fingers.

Ahead, Anson had already turned around, looking for the photo area, ready to be bombarded with flashes.

A staff member approached, wearing a work badge on his chest, a walkie-talkie in his ear, and carrying a thick stack of documents. His hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, but it was slightly messy due to his busy work, with some strands playfully breaking free and falling down.

It affects your field of vision.

She was short and plump, and her eye level was already low, not even reaching Anson's chest. Now, in her haste and panic, she simply looked down at the red carpet, looking for gaps between footsteps, and moved erratically through the space, trying to quickly pass through the crowd and reach her destination.

As Anson turned around and started walking, their paths overlapped, and they almost bumped into each other.

Anson instinctively reached out and grabbed the other person's arms, "Watch out!"

The woman slammed on the brakes, staggered backward, and was about to apologize when she realized she was leaning back. Her apology turned into a gasp as she was about to fall.

Fortunately, Anson reacted quickly, grabbing the woman's arms and pulling her back with a forceful pull, thus averting a disaster.

The woman thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She immediately realized her mistake, "I'm sorry, please forgive me..." and stopped speaking.

Anson waved his hand, "It's okay, it's my fault. I hope I didn't startle you by suddenly turning around and changing the road."

As he spoke, Anson noticed the woman in front of him staring in disbelief, frozen in place as if her soul had left her body, turning into a mummy.

The woman looked up, staring blankly at the scene.

Anson looked around in the other person's direction, but saw nothing else. He looked puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Anson received no response. The woman suddenly collapsed to the ground, startling him. He grabbed her arm with all his might to prevent her from falling straight down and getting hurt, but the woman loosened her grip, and her entire body weight unexpectedly fell onto Anson's arm, pulling him down slowly as well.

At this moment, Anson truly realized just how heavy the weight of a person plus gravity is when they have no strength of their own to support them.

It was impossible to stop her; but Anson didn't panic. He supported himself with his legs, barely managing to control his center of gravity. He gripped the woman's arms tightly with both hands, not resisting but cushioning her fall, slowly letting her slump to the ground to avoid a direct impact. He watched as the woman lay down safely.

Without hesitation, Anson turned and looked around. "Medical staff! We need medical staff! Emergency!"

Ryan, who was just about to head to the red carpet to interview Will Smith, stopped in his tracks, temporarily ignoring the cameras, and shouted to those around him.

"Medical staff!"

The scene was chaotic and somewhat disorderly.

Faced with life and health, award ceremonies and red carpets were temporarily set aside. Anson knelt on the ground, pressed his hand against the woman's chest to catch her heartbeat, and tried to use his limited medical knowledge to make a judgment, hoping to offer help.

Hum!
Fortunately, the woman, who had been in a brief coma, quickly regained consciousness, slowly opening her eyes with a struggling expression, trying to figure out what was happening.

As a result, upon seeing Anson so close at hand, the woman's eyes widened and she held her breath.

Anson noticed and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Can you speak? Where does it hurt? What can I do for you?"

As he spoke, Anson rummaged in his suit pocket, pulled out two candies, and placed them in his palm. "Do you need some sugar?"

The woman remained silent, staring blankly at Anson, as if the world had been paused.

then……

She covered her face and began to sob.

Anson: ? ? ?
What's happening here?
The woman didn't sit up straight; she lay stiffly on the ground, covering her face. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, and the louder she cried, until she finally burst into a wail.

Not only Anson, but Ryan and the other bystanders were also stunned.

Ryan seemed to realize something, spread his arms to block the crowd, and stepped back slightly, "Make way, let's make way so the other side can breathe some fresh air."

The crowd stirred and stepped back slightly.

At this moment, another staff member can be seen rushing out, squeezing through the crowd, and kneeling down next to the woman. Anson looked over with a worried expression.

"Is she alright? Did I do something wrong?"

(End of this chapter)