Chapter 1176 Pretending to be noble
Jack was angry.
Emotions finally got out of control.
He couldn't understand and didn't want to understand. He was just fighting for a role and seizing an opportunity. Why should he be the one who bears the infamy?
"I thought you were always aboveboard."
Jack looked at Anson, unable to hide his disappointment.
Anson laughed directly——
The backstabber is accusing him of not being above board?
Was he hallucinating?
But looking at Jack's expression, Anson knew that he was serious, which made the smile on Anson's lips even brighter. He was not ready to respond. Jack had Jack's thoughts and his own position. There was no need for them to convince each other. Just keep maintaining your own opinions.
However, now Jack actually accuses him, completely confusing right and wrong. He will not take the blame. He is not that noble.
"Yes. I'm worried about you getting this role." Anson looked at Jack with a smile.
Admitted it, actually admitted it like this?
"When I was lying in the hospital, not knowing my condition and not sure what would happen tomorrow, I had no idea that an accident on set could cause me to lose this role, so shouldn't I be worried?"
"Remember, I also have my career to protect. Because I know what an excellent actor you are, and I also know how suitable you are for this role. I am worried that I may have lost the initiative."
"But, you are my friend. I know that you are also eager for opportunities and seeking a career breakthrough, so I cannot and will not ask you to refuse Sony Colombia's invitation."
"I don't mind you participating in the competition, you show your charm, I show my strength, each shows his or her own talents, and finally let's see what Sony Colombia chooses."
"What I really care about is not your decision, but your concealment. You didn't even have the courage to look me in the eyes and tell me the news yourself."
"It shouldn't be like this."
Jack's eyes were still burning with anger and annoyance, "I don't understand the difference."
"I told you, I didn't tell you, and then what?"
"Does this change anything? If you don't mind me auditioning, what difference does it make?"
"In Hollywood, there are a thousand and one auditions every day. Do I need to ask before I attend every audition whether my friends are also competitors?"
"Absurd."
Does it make sense to argue?
No.
Because Jack always ignored key facts, ignored the background of Anson being injured and hospitalized at the time, and distorted the entire incident out of context.
Like a ghost beating a wall, they return to the starting point over and over again.
Such conversations just make them look extra stupid.
Communication can indeed solve most problems, but occasionally it fails.
Anson looked at Jack, "If you really think you are right, why do you feel guilty?"
Jack, "I didn't."
Anson, "When I was hospitalized, you never showed up or even made a phone call. I thought it was because of guilt. Deep down in your heart, you still regarded me as a friend. You also realized that Sony Columbia's audition invitation was not that innocent. , now it seems that I am still too sentimental.”
Jack was stunned.
In a daze, Jack looked at Anson. The corners of Anson's mouth were still raised, showing a bright and brilliant smile; but there was a touch of sadness and bitterness in that smile.
This was something Jack hadn't expected.
Opening his mouth, Jack tried to refute something, but found that there were no thoughts or words in his mind. His voice lingered in his throat, but he didn't know what to say.
Anson lightly shrugged, shifted his gaze to the three people in front of him, and exhaled, "Now I can be 100% sure that I am that damn Hollywood star. I am always self-centered and think that the earth should revolve around me. My thoughts That’s what everyone thinks.”
"Okay, now I'm embarrassed. I should learn to self-examine." He laughed and cursed, sarcastically.
And, with all firepower.
Claire, who had not spoken or interrupted during the entire process, could not control herself at this moment. She puffed, and the smile on her lips bloomed like a flower.
However, others don't think so.
Ryan glared at Claire silently, as if he was scolding Claire for being inappropriate, but obviously, Claire didn't care.
Anne was always paying attention to Anson and Jack, unable to hide her worries.
Anson seemed particularly relaxed and looked at Jack again.
"I think it's time to exit now. I've said everything I want to say. After making our position clear, we should learn to turn the page, right?"
"Jack, don't worry, I'm fine. Didn't Ryan just say that? I kept the role and the movie that was just released was a success. I don't have to worry about anything, so there is nothing between us."
"How about it, friend?"
As he spoke, Anson patted Jack's shoulder affectionately, showing his maturity and rationality in a Hollywood way, like a well-rounded veteran.
However, Jack couldn't laugh.
But Anson was no longer waiting for a response, "Then I won't disturb your party. There will be a performance later. I hope you enjoy it."
Turn around and take steps.
Anson left gracefully, unhurriedly, and even had time to say goodbye to Jim, Rebecca and others in the bar——
They saw the scene in the corner. Jim and Rebecca both stepped forward to confirm Anson's situation.
Anson comforted them repeatedly, saying everything was fine and there was no need to worry. See you at the show tomorrow night, and then he opened the bar door and left.
The snow has stopped.
The sky outside has cleared up, and although it is night, you can see when you look up through the concrete forest that the thick clouds and fog have dispersed, and you can vaguely see the twinkling stars in the dim lights of Manhattan.
Even the raging wind slowed down and became gentle.
The temperature seems to have risen slightly.
Standing on the side of the street, I looked around. Vehicles were busy coming and going, but all yellow taxis were full of passengers, and not a single one was empty.
Sure enough, when you need a taxi, you can never find an empty one in Manhattan.
Anson was about to take a step forward when the door behind him was pushed open again.
There was a clang, and the billowing warm current flowed down, and the dim light also flowed out.
Anne rushed out in a hurry, her scarf hanging casually around her neck, dragging it down for a long time and falling to the ground like a tail; but she didn't care at all and hurriedly tried to put on her coat. He looked around anxiously, raised his chin and looked around.
As soon as Anson turned around, he saw Anne's appearance. He also followed Anne's gaze and asked in a loud voice, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Annie, "I'm looking for someone who is tall, has a beard, and carries a guitar."
Anson: ..."He just got into the taxi."
Anne was stunned for a moment, and her busy movements froze. At this moment, she finally followed the voice and looked at the "good Samaritan". Then, her expression and body were instantly cast a rigid spell, as if she was seeing Medusa.
Anson's face was serious, "This is New York, right? You can never find a taxi when you need it, and it's all over the streets when you don't need it."
"Strangulation."
(End of chapter)