Chapter 1448: Any means
The clouds are calm, but the wind is light, but the move is fatal-
Now, Jon can confirm 100% that Ansen is not a vase.
Sure enough, stereotypes kill people. What's going on in Hollywood rumors? If Anson was a fool, there would be no smart people in Hollywood.
Compared with Jon who was completely stiff in place, Anson seemed much more relaxed, "Sorry, you know, those damn Hollywood actors all think that they are the center of the universe, and the whole world revolves around them, and I inevitably made a mistake."
"My friend said that my arrogance and arrogance in New York were no longer in a hurry. I have always denied it, but now it seems that I need to review myself."
Thaking, self-deprecating.
It's easy to pick it up and be funny and humorous. Anson easily controls the situation. On the contrary, Jon does not rise or fall and does not move forward or retreat.
What should I do?
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Jon was anxious: What to do? Jon, think, think quickly, you can't continue to be silent, his smile almost stiffly, he must respond, he must give a witty response, but now his whole brain is covered in a mess, what's going on?
Anson looked at Jon, slightly staggered, crossed Jon's arm, and looked outside the coffee house.
"So, the one who has been lying at the door is not your friend?"
"Haha, I was thinking just now that he might be an emergency measure, and he temporarily pushed the door in to find you and created a natural excuse to bring up the script."
"But now it seems that it is completely my random thoughts. I should really stay away from Hollywood for a while, and those movie scenes filled my mind."
To be honest, the burly and clumsy body can't hide it even when standing behind the potted plant.
He was tall and strong, slow and clumsy like a monster created by Frankenstein. His hair was malnourished, sparse and messy, swaying gently like a water plant in the breeze. His deep facial features and pale skin looked even more weird.
But his shoulders were cramped and stood behind the potted plant, holding his breath, and the pedestrians coming and going immediately thought of a thousand words of the novel "Frankenstein".
Because of Anson's words, Jon couldn't help but turn his head and look over, his expression froze, and he completely lost his ability to react.
However, the figure seemed to notice Jon's signal and pushed the door and walked in.
Jon's face changed, put his right hand next to his thigh, blocking Ansen's vision with his body, waved his hands repeatedly, sent out signals, and even whispered his eyebrows and kept saying with his mouth: No, no, no, no, no, no.
The burly figure had already walked towards him, showing a smile, and was about to say hello, but at this time he finally saw Jon's hidden gestures. He swallowed his words and pretended not to know Jon at all, and walked straight forward.
Acting skills are stiff.
The first second was ecstatic, but the next second was expressionless - the front and back veins could not be completely connected.
The person who came was slowing down for a while before realizing that something was wrong, he quickly added. "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person. I thought it was my friend."
But no matter how you hear this sentence, it seems that it is more obvious.
Jon turned to look at Anson, and the last glimmer of hope also disappeared in Anson's shallow smile. He grabbed his friend's shoulder and sighed lightly.
"Stop acting, we're in trouble, Scott."
Scott-Moore was not sure about the situation yet, so he looked around, "Scott, who is Scott?"
Jon looked at this terrible acting, "Scott, we're in trouble, Anson saw it all, there's no need to continue to show off his acting skills."
Scott was stunned and showed an awkward expression, "Is it very bad?"
Jon nodded.
Scott scratched his head, "I tried it before, but everyone said that my acting skills are terrible, so I can only clean up the dream of an actor."
"But I am still full of imagination and expectations for Hollywood. I have been thinking for a long time. I still have any way to go to Hollywood and become a member of that Vanity Fair. Without a handsome face and strong muscles, the only thing I have left is a brain that is not smart but humorous."
"Hey, the screenwriter seems to be a good idea." "I'm very happy to meet you, Anson, Scott Moore, screenwriter."
A self-deprecating joke made people shine, and it was indeed much better than acting.
Anson raised his right hand and waved it gently, "Hey, Scott."
Scott looked at Jon who was desperate, but he seemed much more generous, "So, Anson, do you have time to read our script?"
As a matter of fact, Anson's observation was correct.
In this world, where are so many chance encounters and so many chance encounters?
It is undeniable that luck does exist and plays an important role; but if you have too much luck, it will lose its magic. The preciousness of luck lies in its rareness, and in real life, it is often the result of careful calculation and overall layout.
Hollywood is no exception.
Anson's lips raised gently, "Sorry, I'm busy now."
Scott grinned, "No, you don't."
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"We saw you inadvertently last week. We were suspicious of our eyes, but then we found you and Anne here. We realized that we had not recognized the wrong person. It was you, and you were on vacation."
"We have been here for four days."
"Of course, we can't force you to read our scripts. There are countless people like us in Hollywood, and I can completely understand your rejection; but please, give us five minutes, no, three minutes, and three minutes, and allow us to talk about our ideas and ideas."
Anson smiled in his eyes, "What if I refuse?"
Scott, "We will try to take the evidence secretly and hand it over to TMZ."
Anson chuckled directly, "Are you threatening me now?"
Scott, "Yes. In Hollywood, we need some means, we are not children anymore, what do you think? We originally wanted to create a coincidence, and let you read the script naturally; but obviously, you are not interested, so we can only adopt Plan B."
"Scott!" Jon finally came to his senses and grabbed Scott.
"Sorry, Anson, Stroco is crazy. We won't threaten you or shouldn't threaten you, we won't say anything casually."
However, Scott noticed the calmness on Anson's face, which was different from what they imagined.
Scott looked at Anson with enthusiasm, "Aren't you angry? We are trying to threaten you?"
Anson waved his hand gently, "No, not at all. As you said, welcome to Hollywood. We use any means to achieve our goals. You can threaten me, and I can also trade with TMZ to block the photos, and then make a noise, and completely ban you in Hollywood."
"Look, things are so simple, you can't hurt me, but I can easily destroy your career."
"What's more, I don't mind the photos being revealed at all, otherwise you would think we would be wandering around in New York so stupidly?"
"Look, it's so simple. You can't hurt me, but I can easily destroy your career."
"What's more, I don't mind the photos being revealed at all, otherwise you would think we would be so stupid and wandering around in New York?"
Scott:…
Jon:…
Speakless.
They used to be full of confidence and thought they had already figured out everything, but their plans were simply vulnerable to Anson.
So, what should I do?
Scott looked at Jon, they seemed to have screwed up.
(This chapter ends)