The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2039 External Interference
Ruth, who had been keeping a close eye on things, noticed the commotion in the hall immediately and rushed forward without hesitation, breaking in before the crowd could surround her.

"Calm down. Guys, stay calm!"

Ruth was on full alert, like Ultraman, with his hands in a strange pose, ready to unleash a powerful attack. Incredible energy burst forth from his small body, and he stood before Anson as a towering giant.

However, one tree cannot support a forest.

Let alone Russ, even the tall and strong Martin would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when facing a surging crowd; he would have no ability whatsoever.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd engulfed Russ and completely surrounded Anson.

"Anson, Oscar's performance was absolutely brilliant."

How exactly did the Grammys achieve this?

Congratulations on winning the Oscar!

"I was there that night to witness the performance."

"You really should be the host next year."

Anson came and went, the noise was deafening, and faces were filled with unbelievable joy, happiness exploding in an instant—

Clearly, no one expected Anson to appear like this, and instead of hiding mysteriously in the conference room, he sat there calmly and confidently. People couldn't believe their eyes and hesitated for a long time, but no one dared to go up and disturb him.

Now that someone has finally broken the deadlock, everyone can no longer sit still. The suppressed excitement bursts forth all at once, and they can't wait to express their joy. Even in the eyes of Hollywood insiders, Anson is a superstar, a high and unattainable figure.

The air began to burn.

Ruth struggled to push through the crowd and turned to continue towards the center, trying to protect Anson under her wing. But she saw Anson calm and smiling, showing no sign of panic or distress. He looked at the clouds drifting by with a carefree and relaxed demeanor, completely at ease.

Ruth: ?
For Anson, who had seen many storms, the dozen or so people in front of him were a small swarm, which he could easily control.

Moreover, everyone present at Forest Pictures is an industry professional, a film industry worker; they are unlikely to lose their minds or control.

"Calm down. Unless it's a dinosaur, there's no need to be so nervous. Wait, is Spielberg really filming Jurassic Park here?"

A casual remark brought the situation under control in the blink of an eye. Ruth stared in disbelief at the scene before her, her chest heaving violently, when she saw Anson raise his head and smile, "Have everyone sit down around here, there's no need to rush."

Ruth: ?
Ruth turned around in a daze to arrange the seats. As soon as she left the crowd, she was stunned. Wait, something's not right. They're not holding a symposium here. Everyone here has something to do. They're constantly having meetings, big and small. Where would they find the time to chat idly?

So, what to do?
After only a brief moment of hesitation, Ruth saw a figure approaching from the direction of the stairs, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, just like Lucifer.

Even before they got very close, the temperature in the entire first-floor lobby had already started to drop. Ruth was so startled that he hiccuped and quickly lowered his head.

Then, the figure appeared in Ruth's field of vision. "Maintain order, sort things out. Those who need to do things, do your work; those who need to find people, find them. Don't keep gathering in the hall."

Swallowing all the explanations, Ruth replied, "Yes."

I dare not breathe!

Ruth stared intently at the footsteps, following closely behind. The figure quickly walked towards the crowd, but he silently pushed through the crowd, striding confidently into the center without any effort. He immediately saw Anson, who looked exhausted and pale. Even though he had a smile on his lips and his expression was relaxed and his body was stretched, the fatigue still couldn't be contained.

“Anson, you should go home and rest.” Anson was chatting amiably when his gaze shifted to Luca. “Hey, Luca.”

With a rustling sound, the air gradually quieted down, and one by one, they silently distanced themselves from each other.

While the outside world may not yet know, within Hollywood, Lucas Wood's reputation is gradually spreading. The CEO of Forest Films is no pushover, especially after Forest Films acquired Marvel.

Even though it was just a mess that no one wanted to take over, when others looked at Lucas again, their gazes subtly changed.

However, for Lucas, nothing has changed; he is still himself, and things remain the same.

Looking at Anson's smiling face, Lucas sighed inwardly. Instead of responding directly, he turned around and looked around. "Everyone here at Forest Films must have something to do. I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time. Everything is going smoothly. We don't need to let external interference delay our important business."

He was aloof, low-key, and reserved, but the toughness revealed in his words was like a powerful punch coming straight at you.

The crowd lowered their heads, exchanged a few polite words with smiles, and turned to leave, but their eyes lingered on Anson with reluctance.

Anson's smile widened. "Luca, so I'm an outsider? What outsider?"

“The Siren,” Lucas calmly replied. “Anson Wood, you should be resting at home.”

Before Anson could answer, Lucas looked at Martin and said, “Mr. McDonagh, our meeting has two parts: it includes Edgar and me, but not Anson.”

Martin was a tough guy, and he wasn't afraid of Lucas's aura. "I have the right to speak directly with Anson. You're not his guardian."

Lucas remained unmoved. "No, you didn't. When you personally approached the BBC to refuse this opportunity, you lost the chance to speak directly with Anson."

"Furthermore, I am not Anson's guardian, but I am the CEO of Forest Pictures. If I say 'no' to this project, do you think Anson would be willing to defend you or support my decision?"

After saying that, Lucas glanced at Anson.

Anson sighed softly, "Martin, I'm sorry, Luca was right."

In front of outsiders, Anson still had to give Lucas face, and he very obediently chose to bow his head.

Martin choked on his words, “…I’m sorry, Mr. Wood.”

Lucas did not respond, clearly still dissatisfied. "The meeting room is on the second floor. Would you like someone to show you there, Mr. McDonagh?"

Martin sighed. He had just overcome one obstacle, only to hit another wall. Was this God's punishment for him?
Martin lowered his head and obediently went upstairs, leaving only the Wood brothers behind.

Lucas squinted at Anson's beaming face, but in the end, he gave in! "What are you doing here?"

Anson wasn't worried at all. "Didn't Noah tell you to eat? Luca, I want to eat something delicious. If I keep drinking porridge, I'll go crazy."

Lucas looked helplessly at Anson, only to find that Anson glared back defiantly. He felt a headache coming on. "Give me thirty minutes."

Anson looked troubled. "Thirty minutes? I'm so hungry I'm dizzy..."

Lucas raised his hand to his lips. "Would you like to wipe the frosting off your donuts?"

(End of this chapter)