The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1889 Bull Demon and Snake God
Hollywood is a place where hidden talents abound, and there are always people more capable than you.

Anson had always understood this principle and constantly reminded himself that there was more than one smart person, but today, standing in front of Sid, this feeling was clearer than ever before.

Looking closely at Sid, Anson temporarily set aside his wariness, defensiveness, and rejection, and a natural sense of closeness arose within him. He couldn't help but joke, "You also need some time."

Sid looked at Anson, puzzled.

Anson, “I had to convince them how I could get on stage if I didn’t get nominated.”

Anson was implying that Sid was not in a position to make decisions at the academy.

Sid clearly understood, a smile appearing in his eyes, but he pretended not to understand. "I get it, we're just a bunch of old guys with blocked blood vessels, we're incredibly stupid; but believe me, even we wouldn't be that stupid."

"Haha." Anson burst out laughing.

Sid shrugged slightly. "Of course, we're all civilized people. I won't point my finger at them and swear. So, give me a little time to hire a professional hitman and go door-to-door to solve the problems one by one. Trust me, we'll get there and find a solution."

Anson's smile widened even more. "Hahaha."

This good mood lasted.

As Anson changed his clothes and arrived at the celebration party, a deluge of flashbulbs went off, and he immediately froze—

Anson continued to travel with Sid.

The two not only left the Golden Globe Awards together, but also arrived at the after-party together. Anyone with eyes could see that they were in a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

Enjoyed talking.

So, what does this mean?
When Sid and Anson left the awards ceremony together, everyone could guess with their toes that something had gone wrong with the Oscars.

From Frank Pierce to Sid Ganis, like all organizations and institutions, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is also divided. Does this mean that there is still no consensus within the Academy regarding Anson's attendance at the Oscars?

No way!
Now, the fire of gossip was burning brightly, and it wasn't just limited to Ansen alone. There was a bustling and noisy discussion that just wouldn't stop.

So, what now?

Anson is still traveling with Sid. Does this mean Sid has persuaded Anson? Anson is about to attend the Oscars? What about Frank's faction? Will this affect the Academy's power structure? Is Frank willing to support Sid's bid for president, or will he support Sid's opposition candidate?

More importantly, what does Anson's involvement mean?
Does Anson now wield such power within the industry? Or are Sid and Frank merely using Anson as a bargaining chip in their power struggle? And does Anson, this tool, actually have any say? Is he willingly becoming a negotiating pawn?

Wait, is it possible that Anson and Sid are using each other, and what we're seeing is just a show, a facade put on by the two of them for the media?
The moment she appeared, it was as if Pandora's box had been opened, unleashing a torrent of ideas that surged forth and burned fiercely.

In an instant, everyone went mad.

However, Anson and Sid seemed completely unaware of the chaos they had created, chatting and laughing as they left the flashbulbs and entered the celebration party.

The clothes are fragrant and the shadows on the temples are intertwined.

A scene of clamor.

If the awards ceremony was a star-studded affair, then the after-party was... complete chaos.

Yes, chaos.

It has both positive and negative connotations.

This is the Golden Globe Awards after-party, a veritable who's who of all walks of life. Unlike the Oscars, which have strict entry requirements, the Golden Globes have none, extending an open invitation to all celebrities. And it's not just Hollywood; venture capital firms, luxury brands, tech companies, financial luminaries, sports stars, and so on—anyone connected to the entertainment industry is on the Hollywood Foreign Press Association's invitation list. Because of this, the qualifications are inevitably varied; anyone with connections can attend.

There's absolutely no problem with buying the pass with real money.

At least from a positive perspective, half of Hollywood turned out, and even unknown actors were able to attend and seek opportunities.

It took Anson a full hour to walk the mere thirty meters from the door to the bar.

There is no exaggeration.

Taking even a single step was incredibly difficult; it was truly impossible to move an inch. These thirty meters were all it took. Anson had fifty-four business cards in his pocket, more than fourteen people were giving him flirtatious glances and hinting that they could come into the room for a deeper conversation, four people were openly "getting physical" with him, and there were also six unlucky souls who hadn't even had a chance to introduce themselves before being squeezed out.

incredible!

Although Anson had prepared himself mentally, the sheer fervor of the scene still overwhelmed him.

Finally, we must thank Scarlett Johansson for getting us out of that predicament.

Scarlett herself has experienced similar situations. After "Lost in Translation" and "Girl with a Pearl Earring" became huge hits last year, she received almost the same treatment, so she knows very well how to get out of the predicament.

"Hey Anson, Tom's looking for you, what are you still doing here?"

In short, is it Tom Hanks or Tom Cruise?
But no matter which Tom it was, he couldn't afford to offend anyone. The wolves that were eyeing him from all sides finally managed to control their impulses, and Anson took advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Anson's forehead was already sweating when he reached the bar.

Scarlett rarely saw Anson in such a disheveled state, and standing beside him, she couldn't help but laugh, "Just get rid of them, they won't dare to stop you."

"They're too busy trying to curry favor with you to dare offend you. You can simply leave, because they didn't succeed and will continue to linger around, looking for an opportunity to swarm back again."

"If you want to get rid of it completely, quickly find a talisman; Tom is very effective."

As she spoke, Scarlett turned and left.

Anson stared at Scarlett, who was waving her sleeves with remarkable nonchalance, completely bewildered. "That's it?"

Scarlett's smile widened. "I can't save you for long either. If you stay in one place for more than a minute, you'll be trapped."

With a turn of her head, Scarlett had already gracefully departed.

Anson looked around and, sure enough, he could see pairs of bright green eyes.

Only then did Anson realize that although he thought he was mentally prepared, he had underestimated the situation and needed to act quickly.

Anson also has a mission at the victory celebration tonight, and he must not alert the enemy. This chaos is the best cover, perfect for taking advantage of the confusion.

Anson strode quickly, keeping moving and discreet, quietly searching for his target in the crowd.

However, this is not easy, because Anson himself is the target, and a slight carelessness could expose his intentions, making a simple matter complicated.

Just as Anson was considering whether he should hand the task over to Edgar, he spotted his target in the crowd—

Kevin Feige, producer of "Iron Man".

(End of this chapter)