The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 981 A Fragment

"Thank you."

Countless words eventually evolved into the simplest sentence.

Michael finally pulled himself back from the emotional edge and regained his sanity.

"Next time, I hope I'll have the opportunity to express my gratitude in person. It would be my honor."

Anson did not politely refuse, but took the opportunity to joke, "You treat?"

Michael immediately grasped the essence——

The painting was priced at five thousand dollars, but the final transaction price had an extra zero.

Apparently, Anson was making fun of it, in a lighthearted way.

Michael could not help looking at Anne. He now understood why everyone praised Anson for his charm. Anne looked at Michael in confusion.

Michael did not explain, but smiled and nodded repeatedly in response, "Of course, I'll treat you. I can do this, 100%."

The phone call didn't last long.

Michael looked at Anne and Thomas, a smile rising on his face, "He likes my work."

One sentence is enough.

Anne and Thomas both hugged Michael and cheered.

On the other side, Anson hung up the phone and as soon as he looked up, he could sense the gazes of Nora and Lucas. Although they didn't say anything, their burning eyes and concerned looks couldn't be more obvious.

Anson was a little helpless, "A friend."

Nora, "Friends?"

The high-pitched ending tone is full of inquiry.

Originally, Anson wanted to explain the whole story. He had never expected such a coincidence. This was an interesting thing worth sharing; but now looking at Nora's eyes, he didn't want to explain it anymore.

"Ms. Nora, what's that look in your eyes?"

"What's that look? My eyes are normal."

"Hey, what's that look in your eyes?"

"What? Um, what? Tell me, what did you interpret?"

Buzz, buzz.

The cell phone vibrated again, interrupting the confrontation between Nora and Anson.

Nora turned and glared at Lucas, "This is only the third course."

In other words, Lucas had already received five, six, seven or eight phone calls just as dinner started.

Lucas had been sitting quietly by the side, and did not refute at this time. He subconsciously picked up his phone and glanced at it, then looked up and looked around.

"Mom, it's yours."

Nora: ...

On the side, Anson laughed heartily.

Noila Mo's face was speechless, but she didn't say much after all. She answered the phone silently without even having time to check the caller ID.

"Good evening, this is Nora Wood."

Across the table, brothers Lucas and Anson quietly high-fived each other under the table.

Nora noticed it, but she didn't have time to pay attention to the two brothers now. Her attention was completely on the phone. She listened carefully and communicated briefly again.

Then, he hung up the phone without saying anything else.

Anson was a little worried, "Mom, what happened?"

Nora looked at Anson with a strange expression, "After dinner, I need to go back to the gallery."

Lucas also noticed something unusual, "What's wrong? What happened?" Nora shrugged slightly, trying to find a more accurate way of expression, but it was obviously not an easy task. After searching her brain for a while, she still couldn't find it, so she just said it directly.

“More than a third of the gallery’s works are sold.”

The air is a little quiet.

Lucas breathed a sigh of relief, looking calm and as if he was used to it.

Instead, Anson doubted his ears, "Are you sure?"

Nora's smile rose up, "Yes."

"So I need to go to the gallery to further confirm the situation. Everything happened so quickly, in just a few hours, so it's inevitable that there will be some confusion. We need to confirm the buyer and the offer, and then see if we need to launch a new wave of publicity and promotion."

Everything seemed unbelievable, even bizarre.

Even if I confirmed again and again that the incident really happened, it still seemed to lack a sense of reality without seeing it with my own eyes, and the shock and impact continued to stir in my brain.

In comparison, Lucas seemed much calmer.

"no need."

"Anson is the best publicity. It has only been a few hours since Anson appeared, and the market has already responded positively. If we continue to promote it, it will give people a sense of deliberateness, making people suspect that everything is arranged. It will be too commercial and cause passers-by to be disgusted. Instead of doing this, it is better to wait patiently, let the rumors continue to ferment, and wait for word-of-mouth feedback."

Nora looked at Lucas with interest.

Lucas deadpanned, "Mom, you should have seen the crowd that gathered outside the gallery today. If they could, they wouldn't mind tearing Anson's clothes into pieces and then each grabbing a piece."

Anson had a strange expression on his face. "Luca, do you want one too? If you want, there are a lot in the closet. You can take whatever you want."

Lucas:…

Nora had already reacted and looked at Anson again, her expression full of pride, "I'm sorry, Anson, I questioned your appeal this afternoon."

Sincere, frank and warm.

Instead, Anson felt a little embarrassed. Even he himself had not anticipated the grand scene before him and was completely caught off guard.

So, Anson joked, "I feel like I've been sold and am still counting money. Is this normal?"

Lucas is right—

No publicity is the best publicity, or in other words, the correct publicity.

A whole week later, the news that East Village art galleries were attracting people's attention again gradually spread throughout New York and attracted the attention of "New Yorkers".

Without any invitation or cooperation plan, The New Yorker sent a columnist to the gallery in person.

It is not to interview Anson or promote Anson, but to truly appreciate the exhibition, to see what the exhibition is like that attracts Anson, and to see Anson's artistic taste through the exhibition.

A vase often means that it looks beautiful on the outside but is rotten on the inside and has no substance.

However, over the past period of time, Anson has been gradually showing a different side.

For movies, performances, bands, fashion... and so on, put aside the appearance and show the inner self and the soul. It is not some chicken soup for the soul or famous quotes, but a kind of thinking and taste, which slowly breaks the prejudice and label of a vase and shows more possibilities of him as a person.

Not only an actor, but also an artist and a human being.

Of course, conspiracy theories persist:

Everything was arranged. The scenes, lines, and publicity reports were all arranged by the agent and public relations personnel. Anson was just a shell that packed and presented the wisdom of others. The so-called real soul was still empty.

This is also what The New Yorker attempts to explore.

If Anson has a complete team behind him to build his persona and image, why did they choose this exhibition? Shouldn't they participate in more famous and reputable exhibitions? There is no need to take risks in such an unknown exhibition, right?
After all, everything is planned, so risks and disputes should be reduced as much as possible.

Assuming that this exhibition is Anson’s choice, what can we see from this?
Leaving Anson aside, The New Yorker also believes that giving some attention to these independent art exhibitions is necessary and is a necessary way to help cultivate the soil for art.

Quietly, the attention came.

So, what about Anson?

(End of this chapter)