The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 2080 The Primary Task
“Anson…”

"Anson!"

Reese was trying to call out to Anson, but clearly, it wasn't going to be an easy task.

Anson ran like a storm, waving to Rhys, "No time, let's talk as we go."

Then, Anson pushed open the door and rushed out, and Reese and Eduardo followed without hesitation, running alongside him.

Ries appeared remarkably composed, speaking as he sprinted, "Anson, are you sure you don't need us to follow you closely?"

Anson was checking the contents of his canvas bag. "Rhys, we already discussed this yesterday, didn't we?"

Rhys, “But…”

Anson: "No buts. This is Cannes, unlike other places. You don't need to worry about my safety. In fact, your constant following me has only exposed my presence. Nobody was paying attention to me before, but now that they see two tails, even an idiot would notice something is wrong."

Ries took a deep breath, "Anson..."

Anson waved his hand. "Alright, alright, you can come if you want. I don't really mind. I was just thinking that the beaches on the French Riviera are perfect for sunbathing, so you can enjoy some time off and get busy on the day of the premiere. But if you don't need to, then it's fine."

Now, Anson is trying to adapt to life with bodyguards. After spending some time with them, things are easier than he imagined. He can treat them as friends, just like when the band embarked on their street tour on August 31st.

Anson dashed out in a flash, even having time to turn around and wave, "Hurry, hurry up, or we'll miss it. This is the most important task in Cannes this time, we absolutely can't miss it."

Rhys: ...

There are still two whole hours until the morning's movie, how could they possibly miss it? They're not rushing from Nice to Cannes on the same day!

However, Reese has now learned his lesson and swallows his doubts, neither refuting nor questioning them, since Anson's judgments are always based on reason.

Seeing that Eduardo had already caught up quickly, Reese also increased his speed and sprinted at full speed. As a bodyguard, he couldn't lose to his employer in running, could he?

At this moment, people who are not fully awake in the early morning rub their eyes and inadvertently catch a glimpse of laughter and panting in the sea breeze. Shifting their gaze, they can see three young people wearing white hoodies and navy blue shorts speeding past, their youthful energy blooming freely under the rising sun.

Despite not understanding why, they couldn't help but take a few more glances, watching them rush towards the cinema, each one of them revealing a knowing look in their eyes.

As you approach the Palais des Festivals, you can immediately see the bright red carpet spread out under the blue sky and white clouds, ready for the opening of the film festival; then you can see the surging crowd hidden at the far end of the other side of the red carpet, with a long and impressive queue stretching all the way.

Rhys nearly choked on his own saliva. He clearly couldn't understand the situation, but he was smart enough not to ask what was going on.

Instantly, Reese and Eduardo exchanged glances, and the bodyguard's instincts kicked in, putting him on full alert in the crowd, closely following Anson.

Anson quickly identified the direction, skillfully bypassed the long queue, entered an empty passage, quickly passed the people on both sides, climbed the steps, and arrived at the front of the line. There were only three people in front of him, and he could see the end of the line at a glance.

"Well done!"

Anson clenched his fist in celebration, while Reese and Eduardo, who had been tense the whole time, relaxed a little, but neither of them understood what was going on.

Why are the other groups of people stretching out onto the street, numbering at least three hundred or five hundred, making them look truly terrifying? But this group only has three lonely people, or six if you include them. Compared to the crowds around them, they look incredibly lonely.

Anson noticed this and a smile appeared in his eyes. "I told you, don't worry." The reason was actually very simple.

This line of people has the highest level of passes, of which there are only a handful in all of Cannes, and they can basically pass through without any obstacles; while the long, winding line next to it is the third level of passes, which are the most numerous media passes issued in Cannes. Although Anson doesn't know the exact number, there should be no problem with three thousand.

At this moment, Ries finally realized that Cannes seemed slightly different.

Nevertheless, work is work, and Rhys did not leave, observing his surroundings as naturally as possible to try to grasp the overall situation.

Anson opened his canvas bag, took out the strawberry jam sandwiches he had wrapped in plastic wrap that morning, and then took out several others, handing them to Reese and Eduardo. "There's nothing fancy about it, it's just toast with jam, so there's no need to worry about food poisoning."

As a result, Anson frowned tightly after taking just one bite. He hadn't expected the strawberry jam to be so sweet; he should have used less.

To his surprise, even jam toast failed, and Anson began to question his life choices.

Just as Eduardo was about to stuff the toast into his mouth, Anson exclaimed, "Ah, wait, this is too sweet..."

But it was too late. Eduardo had already taken a big bite, and even Anson couldn't help but grimace, worried that Eduardo's teeth would ache from the sweetness. But to his surprise, Eduardo swallowed both slices of toast in no time, leaving Anson dumbfounded.

Anson stared wide-eyed at the golden kiwi. "Are you alright?"

The golden kiwi nodded, silently giving Anson a thumbs-up in praise.

Anson couldn't speak, then heard Reese retching beside him. Noticing Anson's gaze shifting towards him, Reese quickly covered his mouth and forced himself to swallow, revealing a ferocious grin—

Isn't this the correct response?

Just then, a voice came from the side asking, "Excuse me..."

The words had barely left his lips when sharp gazes enveloped him, causing him to lean back instinctively, his survival instinct driving him to retreat.

Anson turned to look at him, a smile spreading across his face. "Do you need some jam toast too? I have a few more here if you're not worried about the sugar content."

He was a young man, who looked only a few years older than Anson, but he had a shaved head that was as conspicuous as a goose egg.

His eyes flickered slightly, a hint of unease in them, but he still managed a joke, “Could we auction it off? Anson Wood’s handmade toast should be a good selling point.”

The next second, the air froze, and you could clearly see the fine hairs on that bald head standing up, quickly covered in a cold sweat.

Anson was both amused and exasperated. "Relax, relax. There's no important mission here. Nobody's carrying out impossible tasks."

A little joke, and the air started circulating again.

The bald man's stiff lips twitched slightly as he swallowed hard. "Wait, are you really Anson?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, his eyes almost popping out, unable to believe that his casual joke had actually come true.

Is this possible?

(End of this chapter)