The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2050 Eight Tails
"Mr. Wood, please wait a moment."

Noah had barely opened his mouth when he could feel Anson's utterly hopeless gaze directed at him. He pretended not to see it and continued to perform his duties diligently.

Noah stopped Anson from getting off the plane. Four security personnel got off the plane first and cleared the way; four more security personnel followed behind to bring up the rear.

There were eight people in total.

Lucas said that he had made an exception for Anson's health during his trip to Belgium to film "In Bruges," allowing him to work even though he was not fully recovered. The price was that Anson had to take good care of himself, and Lucas gave him two options.

One was accompanied by Lucas, and the other by eight security personnel.

There was no room for negotiation; Anson had to make a choice.

Anson... had no choice. He had originally intended to choose Lucas and keep things simple, but after careful consideration, he changed his mind.

From Paris to London and then to Los Angeles, his family has been constantly on his mind, but this situation can't go on forever.
Everyone has their own work and life, and more importantly, they follow Anson around like he's a little kid, which is utterly depressing.

Especially considering the start of pre-production for "Iron Man," Lucas should stay in Los Angeles to keep busy.

Therefore, Anson still chose eight security personnel for this trip to Bruges.

Anson was already feeling incredibly annoyed. With a bunch of people following him, it wouldn't have been noticeable if it were a large crew like "Spider-Man," where eight people wouldn't be so obvious. But it was a small crew like "In Terms of Arrival," with fewer than forty people in total, making his tail stand out all of a sudden.

However, such complaints vanished without a trace when Lucas learned of his plans—

If Anson chooses Lucas to accompany him, Lucas is also prepared to bring these eight security personnel, claiming that they are a bonus for following him.

In other words, no matter what Anson chooses, he can't lose those eight tails.

It has to be said that Lucas is absolutely cunning and treacherous, even betraying his own brother.

In retrospect, Anson made a wise choice.

Nevertheless, Anson, who was already used to traveling alone and easily, still felt burdened by suddenly transforming into a peacock that always had its tail feathers spread.

For this trip to Belgium, Anson opted for private jet service to avoid the inconvenience of traveling with a large entourage.

Standing in the aisle, Anson tilted his head and pressed it against the cabin door. His helpless look made Noah's lips twitch slightly, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Anson noticed. "Noah, Luca is very cunning, isn't he? He's digging a trap for me."

Noah silently looked up, examining the texture on the cabin ceiling. "Mr. Wood had no other choice."

Anson curled his lip. "Are you complaining that I've been making things difficult for Luca, leaving him with no other choice?"

Noah:…

Anson: "Well, I can't argue with that. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so hard to accept after all."

Finally, four security personnel arrived at the tarmac and, via headset radio, notified the security personnel remaining in the cabin that Anson could leave.

The scene made Anson chuckle, finding humor in the situation, "Looking at this, people who don't know us would think we're filming 'Mission: Impossible'."

Anson stepped out of the cabin and immediately saw Martin McDonagh, who had come to pick him up.

Anson was very surprised. "Director, why aren't you in the crew preparing for filming? What are you doing out here? Are you just making excuses to slack off?" Martin still had his fierce look with his thick skin. He curled his lip and said, "Since you've already seen through me, don't expose me. I don't have any authority anymore."

Anson said, "It's okay. If you don't have authority, you can just clench your fist." As he spoke, he patted Martin's strong arm.

Judging from his appearance, Martin is indeed the type who would throw a punch at the drop of a hat, making him a perfect villain for kids who stay up late at night.

Martin looked Anson up and down. "Mr. Wood said earlier that you were recovering from a serious illness and needed to take care of your health. Now it seems that you are in good spirits."

As they spoke, Martin noticed the group of men in black suits surrounding them as they got into the car. One of the men in a black suit casually got into the passenger seat and remained alert. Martin was taken aback and looked around before realizing he was surrounded. "What's going on... Anson, are all of these your bodyguards?"

Now Martin finally understands why two SUVs are needed; one is specifically for security personnel.

Anson was getting used to it. "Don't ask. If you're curious, ask Lucas Wood."

Martin looked around in shock at the black-suited men surrounding him. Looking back, whether it was the BBC or the Forest Films later, Anson had never had a large number of security personnel. He always kept things simple and never had the pomp and circumstance of a superstar. As a result, Martin had always been able to get close to Anson very easily, even to this day.

"Damn. So you really are a superstar." Martin couldn't help but exclaim.

Anson: ? ? ?
"Because of the scale?" Anson laughed. "That's far inferior to Mariah Carey. It seems I need to work harder."

Martin also realized that he was being narrow-minded. "No, Keanu Reeves is a superstar too. You can have a grand display, but choosing not to is the real style. You don't need to rely on numbers to emphasize your superhuman abilities."

Anson joked, "Sorry to disappoint you, you only have two eyes, a nose, and a mouth."

"Haha." Martin burst out laughing.

Two black SUVs, one in front and one behind, with security personnel leading the way, and Anson and Martin in the following vehicle, accompanied by two security guards, left the airport and drove onto the highway.

Anson had already gathered his scattered thoughts, and his mind drifted to the film crew: "How are the pre-production preparations going? Is everything going smoothly? Is the schedule too tight?"

"I'm sorry, everything was rushed. I hope the crew can have more time to prepare."

All told, "No Vacation for Hitmen" only had about ten days to complete its preliminary work.

The process involved finding actors, assembling a team, applying for filming permits from the Bruges City Hall, and conducting on-site inspections to confirm the filming locations for specific scenes.

Furthermore, the film's plot is set at Christmas, which is a very important background, so the crew also needed to re-set up Christmas decorations in Bruges.

Simply listing the tasks is already a challenge, but the actual operation is even more tedious and complicated, and the entire crew has to race against time.

“There’s no need to apologize, it’s not your fault.” Martin scratched his head. “It’s our problem. If we want to get to the point where we can shoot the winter scenes, we have to hurry; otherwise, we’ll have to wait until October or November.”

"call……"

Martin let out a long sigh. For Anson, it didn't matter when the filming took place; but for him, an unemployed man, six months without income meant he didn't know when his landlord would kick him out onto the street.

Therefore, this is absolutely a timely help, from any perspective.

“Actually, I need to thank you. I still haven’t truly said thank you,” Martin said.

(End of this chapter)