The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2038 A Heart Full of Sincerity

Martin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, because he knew that the crucial moment that would determine life or death was now approaching.

He needs to stay clear-headed, even if it's not an easy task.

“Your agent kept calling me back then, and even though I refused, he kept harassing me.”

"At first, I was just annoyed. Why is he so persistent? There are so many projects and so many screenwriters in the film industry. Why does he keep bothering me? But then I finally realized, yeah, why? Why does it have to be me? You are Anson Wood. If you just let the word out, the scripts that come to you could fill this place to the brim."

Martin turned and looked around, then nodded again.

"Yes, fill this place up."

"But why me? Because you're looking for a unique script, a unique character. You refuse to be bound by those frameworks. You yearn to explore more possibilities. So, you're willing to put aside your pride and give a chance even to a screenwriter with no film experience."

"Grass!"

Halfway through his sentence, Martin couldn't control himself and swore.

"Now that I'm saying this, I honestly think I'm a jerk. God, even I despise myself. I also despise those high and mighty celebrities. Actually, I'm just an arrogant and conceited jerk."

Beside him, Anson laughed heartily, "Maybe that's why we're all gathered in Hollywood. After all, it's the only industry that allows megalomaniacs to openly indulge in narcissism."

Martin rubbed his temples and chuckled to himself.

Anson changed the subject, "But that's not a reason."

Martin froze, his expression completely stiff.

Anson smiled. "First of all, my agent needed this project; I didn't even read the script from beginning to end."

“I said back in London that I knew nothing about this, so if my agent is bothering you, I’d be happy to stop everything.”

"Secondly, even if I wanted this project, it was ten days ago. Times have changed, and the situation is different now."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Martin, why am I suitable for this role?"

Martin was completely stunned, not just by the words themselves, but more by the sincerity that Anson revealed in his words.

He's now regaining his memory. Anson just said he needed to rest and wasn't planning to take on any projects for the time being, and this is exactly how he's behaving. He's willing to sit here and listen to these conversations and explanations, willing to give a second chance, not wanting to sit here and listen to flattery.

This was the second time Martin re-examined Anson, further realizing his mistakes and that he shouldn't let stereotypes dictate his judgment.

After a pause, Martin let out a long breath. He thought he had been honest enough, even revealing his hidden purpose of seeking investment. But he didn't realize that his honesty was just telling his own story, never truly returning to the script or his role.

In this respect, he was not as sincere as Anson.

Martin looked up at Anson, finally settling down to focus on what he knew best and was most proficient in—

script.

"Because my perspective was limited by prejudice."

“I’ve always believed that Colin Farrell was the right choice. His handsome yet cowardly, tough yet vulnerable charisma was exactly what I needed. But that led me into a trap of prejudice, and I continued to cast Colin in the same old roles, confining the characters to stereotypes.” “You’re right. I’ve been trapped by myself.”

“After meeting you that day, I didn’t like you. I don’t like people who can overpower me in terms of both presence and eloquence, but I can’t forget those conversations.”

“I don’t know, I’ve been swearing at home and wishing I could curse you, but I still watched the show, Jonathan Ross’s show.”

"Then, the image naturally came to mind: you, wearing a black jacket, appearing in Bruges."

“I can imagine you bringing more different possibilities to the film and breaking the audience’s expectations. If you want, I can talk about three hundred pages of ideas for the character in my mind, but I don’t want to say it and leave you with a stereotype. I hope to see your unique interpretation of the character and the story.”

"Humorous, dashing, and carefree, but when quiet, there are hidden thoughts, clearly a person with a story. Perhaps you have been trying to escape yourself, but in the end you still can't help but be drawn into fate. Oh, sorry, I accidentally revealed my thoughts about the character."

"In short, the uncertainty you possess may become the soul of the film. I believe you are a more suitable actor than Colin Farrell."

This time, without pausing or interrupting, Martin finished speaking in one breath.

He let out a soft breath and shrugged.

"Of course, Colin is still at the clinic, and there's no one willing to invest in the project at all, which is also a major reason."

Anson's expression was very strange, and he couldn't help but chuckle, "I don't think that last sentence was necessary, is it?"

Martin curled his lip indifferently. "If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth. I believe you're smart enough that these facts can't be hidden even if I don't say them."

Then, Martin looked up at Anson and asked, "Besides, do you mind?"

Frank, straightforward, yet with a wild and untamed attitude, this is Martin's true face, with all masks and armor removed.

Since Anson wanted to be genuine, Martin completely shed his disguise and revealed his naked truth. The Martin who appeared in the BBC hall was back, with a kind of rogue arrogance and toughness, recklessly charging around.

Anson smiled slightly. "No, I don't mind."

Martin, however, was unable to calm down completely. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, quickly lit one, and then offered it to Anson.

Unfortunately, before Martin could light it, another person passing by reminded him, "Smoking is prohibited here!"

Martin rolled his eyes and looked at Anson. "So, you've started banning smoking indoors too?"

Anson raised his hands to indicate that he knew nothing.

As a result, a gasp came from the other side. Without even turning around, one could imagine the dumbfounded, speechless face, unable to believe one's eyes.

Anson sat there brazenly, and even though he tried to "disguise" himself, he couldn't escape the eyes of those around him.

After one person broke the silence, the figures that had been lingering and hesitating beside him surged out instantly, each looking at Anson with bright, expectant eyes.

Martin froze completely. No amount of news or words could compare to firsthand experience. Under the scorching gaze and the overwhelming heat, the oppressive feeling instantly gripped his throat. Even though he was just an innocent bystander, his skin felt like it was burning hot.

Ruth rushed over immediately, trying to maintain order. "Calm down, guys, please stay calm!"

(End of this chapter)