Chapter 1175 Calling a deer a horse
Jack meant every word. He thought Anson was petty, he thought Anson was sentimental, and he thought Anson was naive.
After saying that, Jack patted Anson's shoulder gently as if comforting a child, as if an adult didn't care much about Anson.
Anson did not panic, but smiled, showing a big smile, "No, of course not. Jack, how could I ask you to do this?"
"But you can at least tell me: Hey, man, Sony Columbia is going to stab you in the back. Let me tell you in advance. Although I can't sacrifice my prospects for you, I will still agree and audition; but at least I I won’t quietly seize the opportunity to stab you, and then when the news media exposes it, you will see my name on the news.”
"Did you choose to remain silent because you were worried that I would refuse and ask you not to participate in the audition? Or was it because you felt guilty and you knew this was fucked up?"
In a word, hit the target.
After Anson finished speaking, there was a bit of silence in the air, and the atmosphere was stiff.
Jack took a small step back and looked at Anson in disbelief, as if he was judging the seriousness of Anson's words, "Are you serious?"
On the contrary, Anson looked calm and responded to Jack with a smile and a slight shrug, "I'm trying to express my feelings."
Jack stood there, stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
Unexpectedly, it was Ryan who spoke again to break the silence.
Ryan Phillippe glanced at Anson a few times, but he didn't like it for some reason. He couldn't see what was it about this guy that deserved any praise?
"Hmph."
Ryan lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.
"What's all the fuss about."
"This is Hollywood. Things like this happen every day. There are still people who secretly steal scripts, steal roles, and directly cut off other people's careers. I don't see others moaning and groaning about life and death."
"Life will go on after all. If you don't have the means to hold on to your role and seize your opportunities, that's your incompetence. No one needs to be responsible for your fragility."
"What's more, others haven't taken it away. Aren't you a good Spider-Man now? Moreover, the movie has just been released and has been a huge success. Give others a way to survive."
"Jack is your friend, isn't he? There's no need to kill them all."
Sure enough, confusing right and wrong and calling a deer a horse is worthy of Hollywood Vanity Fair.
Anson laughed directly.
"Now it seems that I was wrong?"
"Jack, some people think you are a victim, so you are a victim?"
Jack's eyes widened and he glared at Anson as furiously as a bell.
Anson raised his hands in surrender, looking innocent.
Jack turned his head away angrily.
Ryan:? ? ?
Anson didn't deny what he said, but why did the whole conversation feel weird?
Ryan frowned and looked Anson up and down, but he didn't like him anyway.
Anson's eyes swept over Ryan and Jack, and he was no longer confused at this time.
Because he knew that they didn't care at all. Not only did they not care, they might even laugh at his cowardice and frustration behind his back, and did not dare to speak out.
In his second life, Anson is not prepared to live life based on other people's eyes. He will face his own feelings and thoughts calmly. No one should speak for him.
"Indeed, this is Hollywood. No one cares about conscience or bottom line. In Vanity Fair, where interests come first, discussing moral values with others is not a wise choice. After all, here, it is a life-and-death struggle."
"But."
"Just because everyone is doing it doesn't mean it's right." "In the war years, life was like grass and corpses were everywhere. Murder and arson seemed to be commonplace, but that doesn't mean killing is right."
"When the opportunity appears in front of you, you can choose to be bloody, but you can also choose not to."
"The same goes for Vanity Fair. For the sake of profit, everyone is rushing to the flames, but everyone is stabbing in the back, which doesn't mean you need to do the same."
"There is no need to use other people's ugliness to justify your filth and depravity."
The really interesting part is Anson's tone.
Not angry, not accusing, not preaching, not venting; in fact, the words were extremely calm, as if they were discussing the lunch menu, a normal conversation between equals, relaxed, unhurried, and even... You can see the curvature of the corners of Anson's mouth.
However, precisely because of this, the irony hidden in it is even more intense, and it stings the nerves.
Ryan hesitated to speak, trying to find some words to fight back or defend himself, but in the end he failed and muttered something in a low voice.
"You pretend to be noble. You think you are Mother Teresa. Who knows whose blood your hands are stained with."
After saying that, without waiting for Anson to refute, he turned his head, picked up the beer, and refused to make eye contact with Anson.
On the side, Jack's expression was not good.
Taking a deep breath, Jack tried to control himself and reason, raised his hands and made a push-out and then-down motion to control the situation and prevent Ryan and Anson from quarreling.
Jack looked at Anson with a sincere face, "I didn't know you minded so much. I thought you wouldn't mind. There was no conspiracy or trick behind it; what's more, you won, didn't you? You kept your role, I I didn’t expect that you would always be worried about it.”
"If that's the case, I'm sorry. I express my apologies and I hope this incident will not affect our friendship."
Although he was apologizing, he was always blaming Anson, speculating on Anson's thoughts and feelings on Anson's behalf, and downplaying the whole thing with "I thought you wouldn't mind."
So, things are back to the starting point: Anson is the wretched, petty person.
An apology is indeed an apology; but an apology is not an apology.
However, this is no longer important.
Because Anson realized that the thoughts of both parties were not on the same frequency at all. He had just said so much, but Jack's final outcome was actually——
Okay, so be it, you are correct, okay?
A hasty attitude.
Even if we continue to argue, there is no point and no answer.
Anson was not prepared to continue such a worthless argument, "Yes, of course, in Hollywood, everyone is a friend, right?"
Jack was stunned: That's it?
Looking at Anson's attitude, Jack was irritated. He felt that he had been humiliated.
More importantly, Jack remembered Kristen's attitude, that contemptuous look in his eyes, as if he was some kind of dirty ant, and he couldn't stand it.
"No." Jack shook his head and thought about it seriously, "No, I'm not sorry. I didn't do anything wrong."
"I don't understand why you are obsessed with this. It was just an audition. Sony Columbia called me and invited me to audition."
“So, I auditioned.”
"What, is this something outrageous? Or are you worried about being robbed of your role?"
One sentence after another, aggressive.
Until now, Jack finally revealed his true mood swings and stopped maintaining a friendly mask.
(End of chapter)