The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2059: Convincing people with virtue
Martin was somewhat taken aback, looking at Brendan with confusion in his eyes, clearly unable to understand how Brendan and Anson had become "us"—

Completely ignore Anson.

The closeness or distance of relationships, as well as personal stances, are immediately apparent.

Anson noticed this from the side and coughed.

Clearing his throat, Anson noticed that Martin still hadn't looked away, which showed just how shocked he was. So he simply raised his voice and broke the silence.

"Gentlemen, this is a public place, please restrain yourselves. There are children around."

A lighthearted remark eased the tension, and Martin finally looked away from Anson, only then realizing that his subconscious had resurfaced. "Sorry, I, uh..."

Anson didn't expose Martin, and said with a smile, "You should be glad that the two of us didn't fight, but resolved the issue in a civilized way. Otherwise, before the film crew even officially started shooting, the paparazzi would have swarmed into Bruges."

at last!

Martin let out a long breath, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Sorry, I just... no, nothing, nothing at all. What were you talking about?"

Anson turned to look at Brendan, but Brendan did not speak. Instead, he politely gestured, relinquishing the initiative to speak.

Anson stopped making polite excuses and began to discuss their ideas for the characters, from their appearance and design to their performance coordination.

Martin was very serious. Regardless of what he had been thinking, he was now in focused mode, brainstorming with the two actors.

Directors also have their own working styles: some like to discuss things with the actors, while others don't; some like to give orders directly, while others prefer to give the actors complete control; some like to strictly adhere to the script, while others prefer the actors to improvise... and so on.

At this point, the traces of theatrical influence can be seen in Martin.

He prefers actors to strictly adhere to the script because every line is meticulously crafted, even a preposition or an object. He expects actors to follow the script 100%.

At the same time, he believes in the importance of emotional expression, because in stage plays, the scenes are fixed, and the audience's imagination comes entirely from the actors' performances.

Martin's eyebrows furrowed. "...So, you're trying to make the whole performance seem frivolous?"

Anson and Brendan exchanged a glance, a smile playing on their lips.

Martin didn't realize, "This is a British comedy, not 'American Pie,' I don't know if you've noticed, we're in Bruges now..."

“Yes, a place where you can't see the sun at all. We're going to amuse the entire movie theater audience in a dark, gloomy city.” Anson interrupted Martin, getting to the point, “Director, are you sure we're making a comedy?”

Martin: "Of course! I told you, this isn't..."

Anson: "Yes, I know, this isn't 'American Pie,' and we're not 'Dumb and Dumber,' this is high-class comedy, this is British/Irish comedy. We don't flaunt toilet humor, but rather create humor through the wisdom of language—satire, banter, ridicule, self-deprecation, and so on."

"Just like 'Yes, Minister,' right?"

Martin didn't retaliate, but stared intently at Anson. "You're imitating 'Yes, Minister,' aren't you?"

Anson said with a serious face, "No, actually I'm imitating 'Mr. Bean'."

puff.

Brendan immediately spat it out.

Martin glared at Brendan with a speechless expression, but Brendan waved his hand, signaling them to continue.

Martin looked at Anson again. "So you mean my comedy concept isn't suitable?"

Anson shook his head. "No, I mean, we're filming a movie, not a stage play."

Martin said, "Get lost." The curse came out directly. "You think I don't know?"

Anson, "I genuinely thought you didn't know."

Seeing Martin's eyes widen, on the verge of exploding with anger and impulsiveness, Anson spoke first, "Director, what do you think is the difference between stage plays and movies?"

Martin wasn't about to give a stern answer. "Get lost. We're not at film school, and you don't need to act like you're from there. We all know you haven't studied film." Anson, however, wasn't angry. He retorted directly, "We also know you've never made a film."

Snapped!
Martin slammed his fist on the table and stood up, like a volcano about to erupt.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out, and in a single step, as if shifting positions, instantly appeared in front of Martin. Martin, who usually looked fierce and menacing, was instantly grabbed by the fist like a chick and slammed hard onto the table with a thud.

The bones seemed to be groaning.

Even Anson was taken aback and only realized what was happening a beat later.

Brendan stood up abruptly, glaring at him menacingly. "We're discussing work, what are you doing! This isn't a boxing ring where you can just start a fight."

However, the golden kiwi didn't care at all, glaring back defiantly with a murderous glint in its eyes.

At this moment, Anson finally came to his senses. "Uh, Eduardo? Let go of the director."

Golden Kiwi released Martin without hesitation.

Martin groaned, clenching his fists. The golden kiwi blocked the space between Martin and Anson, his whole body tense, poised to pounce.

Anson patted the golden kiwi's arm. "Don't worry, the director can't hurt me."

Then, the golden kiwi finally made way, and the crowded, tense air began to circulate again.

Anson looked at Martin's disheveled face. Although he knew he shouldn't, the corners of his mouth still turned up, and he couldn't help but laugh. However, his words were still appropriate.

"Director, I'm sorry."

Martin looked utterly dejected. "Get lost, you bastard." He felt ashamed and incredibly frustrated.

Martin looked at Brendan speechlessly, and finally couldn't help but retort, "So, that's how he conquered you just now?"

Brendan raised his eyes and glanced at Martin. "There's no need to transfer your frustration onto me, okay? I'm an innocent bystander."

Anson's voice came calmly from the side, "No, that was a money offensive. How about it, do you want to experience what it's like to have cash thrown in your face?"

Martin stared at Brendan in disbelief, unable to hold back—

Haha, hahaha!

Brendan silently gazed at the sky, but his hands remained obediently crossed on his thighs, as if he didn't know what they were talking about and refused to argue.

The atmosphere fluctuated wildly, then suddenly filled with joy and elation.

Anson made a small joke, "So, shouldn't we continue tomorrow? Otherwise, continuing the conversation now would be like me using my muscles to make you obey?"

Martin glanced at Anson and sighed speechlessly. "You don't need muscles; your name alone can make us obey, can't it?"

"Oh, I see. Thanks for reminding me." Anson looked completely at ease.

Obviously, this is a joke.

Martin glared at Anson with annoyance, but finally couldn't help but smile. "Jesus Christ, I've never met an actor like this before."

Anson shrugged lightly. "It's okay, you'll get used to it. Once you've experienced it the first time, you won't panic the next time."

Martin: ? ? ?
Brendan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Reese and Eduardo remained standing respectfully a short distance away, their eyes fixed straight ahead and their faces expressionless, as if they had no idea what was going on.

However, upon closer inspection, one can notice that Rhys's eyes are brimming with barely suppressed laughter.

(End of this chapter)