The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1892 A bright future
It's hard to imagine that just a clump of trees could feel like two different worlds. The noise, the hustle and bustle, the crowds still lingered in the air, but miraculously, they gradually subsided, the crisp, refreshing oxygen became rich again, and my mind was reawakened.

Kevin was stunned.

Standing there, Kevin stared blankly at the scene before him. This was the Beverly Hills life he had imagined, this was life at the top of the pyramid.

He longed for a space that belonged to him, a secret garden.

Unfortunately, the happiness didn't last long—just three seconds?
Then Kevin realized that someone had already taken the seat in front of him. He suppressed his amazement, admiration, and感慨, and hurriedly said something.

"Feel sorry."

Without hesitation, Kevin turned and left, because he knew that this was Hollywood, where everyone was curious about secrets, but not all secrets were good. A moment of carelessness could lead to intrusion into one's private life, and before one even realized what was happening, one's career could be ruined.

Without looking him over or probing him, Kevin decisively took his leave.

With a turn, back in front of the bushes, the world bustled once more, filled with the fragrance of fine clothes, the clinking of glasses, and the merriment of laughter filling the air.

Kevin stood there, his slightly tipsy and confused mind clearing up again—

That's... Anson?
Anson Wood, standing at the top of the pyramid, surrounded by admirers, the target of everyone's pursuit, worshipped by all capital, and able to possess the whole world with open arms?

However, it was this very Anson who was hiding in a corner, enjoying the breeze?
Fifty million US dollars?
Anson's salary for starring in "Spider-Man 2" would be far more than that, wouldn't it?

As if by some strange twist of fate, Kevin turned around and went back.

Standing behind the bushes, a cold wind rushed towards Kevin, causing him to shiver. His slightly tipsy head was completely cleared, and he even felt a chill.

All his usual calculations and strategies were temporarily set aside, and he acted entirely on instinct. He looked at Anson with a somewhat restrained expression.

"Sorry to disturb your private space."

Anson... was still the same Anson, without the expected loss, confusion, or loneliness. His serene expression revealed a hint of relaxation and laziness.

You could tell he was extremely relaxed. At that moment, he took off his shoes and socks, walked barefoot on the grass, and looked up at the starry sky.

Starlight fell, subtly outlining his profile.

It has nothing to do with gender or personal preference; it's just a simple exclamation that she is indeed a born actor. This is a gift from God, and you can't help but admire her.

Anson tilted his head back, a slight smile playing on his lips. "If I said I've been waiting for you here all along, would you believe me?"

Kevin was stunned; he hadn't expected it himself, and his heart skipped a beat.

Damn it.

He swore he had no interest in men.

But when Kevin looked at Anson, the usually quick-witted Kevin was speechless. The words caught in his throat, his mind went blank, and he didn't know how to respond.

Be witty and humorous, show your charm and wisdom.

Kevin tried to come up with something, but failed. He never knew that standing in front of Anson would make him lose all his ability to react!
So, is this what they call the superstar effect? ​​Or is it just Anson?

Kevin looked around. “…No, I don’t believe you.” What a stupid answer.

Anson chuckled softly, "Haha, I thought you were avoiding me all night. Now it seems my superstar ego has swelled to the point where my body can't contain it anymore."

A casual remark made Kevin lower his guard and reveal his curiosity, "But you are Anson Wood, the famous Anson Wood. In Hollywood today, who would avoid you?"

Anson, "Frank Pierce".

Kevin: ... "Okay, that counts."

Anson, "Michael Linton. Brad Pitt. Will Smith."

A bunch of names were dumped out in a flurry.

Kevin immediately raised his hands in surrender.

Anson smiled broadly. "And, Kevin Feige."

Kevin couldn't help but look at Anson, "You know my name?"

Anson said calmly, "Come on, it's no secret that Forest Pictures is chasing Marvel Entertainment. How could I not know the name of the real creative person behind the scenes?" Without hiding, concealing, or beating around the bush, Anson faced the elephant in the room with an open and honest demeanor.

Kevin was caught off guard by the killing and was somewhat embarrassed. He was not mentally prepared to talk to Anson, and everything went off track.

Unexpectedly, Anson did not continue the conversation, but instead gestured to the spot next to him, "Although I got here first, I am not Columbus, and I will not claim ownership. If you wish, you can stay here, enjoy the breeze, and have a moment of peace."

"Of course, I don't want you to leave, sell my position as a piece of information, and then I'll have to find another place to hide and be quiet."

Kevin chuckled softly. "Hey, what do you take me for?"

Anson, "Aren't you going to sell the information?"

Kevin: "...Yes. I will."

Anson didn't mind at all, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

Kevin carefully sat down beside Anson, deliberately keeping some distance. He leaned back, his hands supporting his body, and looked up at the sky. There was nothing particularly special about him, yet he could feel himself relaxing.

Even the faint noise coming from behind the bushes calmed my mind.

--Quiet.

No one spoke, only the sound of the wind. The colorful streetlights and the glittering starlight shone down, and my tense nerves slowly relaxed.

Kevin glanced at Anson.

There are countless Hollywood rumors. Kevin has seen Anson more than once or twice, both close and far, not to mention the big screen displays and posters.

The Anson before me was exactly the same as I remembered, yet inexplicably, he seemed completely different.

The words flowed naturally from his lips. "Aren't you going to try to convince me?" Kevin asked curiously.

Anson chuckled softly—

The fish is hooked.

Anson didn't turn his head. "Do I need to convince you?"

Kevin choked.

Anson: "Of course, Forest Pictures wants to acquire Marvel Entertainment, and we hope to make a breakthrough, but to be honest, you need us more."

"What do you say?"

In short, it hit the nail on the head and was extremely hurtful.

Kevin was a little annoyed. "Are you always this confident?"

Anson chuckled softly, "I have the ability to do so, don't I?"

Kevin finally couldn't hold back and muttered under his breath: "Damn it."
The key point is that he couldn't refute it, and this feeling of frustration was truly depressing.

Kevin muttered under his breath, "I knew it, I don't like you."

Anson's voice came through, "So, that's the reason?"

Kevin didn't understand. "What?"

Anson turned to look at him. "Is this why you've been rejecting Forest Pictures? Not because you don't believe in Forest Pictures' capabilities, but because you don't like me?"

In the darkness, his features were indistinct, but Anson's eyes were so bright and clear that they seemed to pierce through the hazy light and peer into the depths of Kevin's soul.

Kevin was about to refute and defend himself, but he suddenly got stuck and stood there, unable to utter a sound for a while.

It felt like standing naked in front of Anson.

But the problem is, this feeling isn't bad; on the contrary... there's a sense of relief and ease. Is this normal?

(End of this chapter)