Chapter 644: Sliding to the top
Hollywood in 2002 was still the era of superstars.
Logically speaking, the success and glory of the summer season has nothing to do with Anson; naturally, the bottlenecks and shackles of the holiday season have nothing to do with Anson.
Anson Wood’s foundation is still shallow, that is, he is just a vase, an idol, and a chess piece.
It is precisely because of this that Anson attracted ridicule when he starred in "Elephant". Professionals saw through Anson's ambition and advised him not to act too hastily; when Anson served as the producer of "The Butterfly Effect" Again causing complaints, professionals saw through Anson's plan and advised him not to take too big a step.
Everything is imagination and prejudice.
However.
Just as times create heroes, time, place, people and things all align one by one, and opportunities are born.
Hollywood still believes in superstars and still looks forward to superstars. The solution to any difficulties and bottlenecks is superstars. Just believe in superstars to reverse the situation, but the point is, who is this superstar? Can Anson do it? Has Anson reached such a level?
Anson and the "cat-and-mouse game", this combination becomes a test for the holiday season. It is Anson testing the potential of the holiday season, and it is also the holiday season testing Anson's potential——
It looks like a two-way trip, but in fact both parties are involuntary.
But no matter what, it happened like this.
Just a month ago, the media complained that Anson was "more ambitious than capable", "good at calculations and good at strategy", and "has no talent but a big appetite".
As soon as he turned around, the question "the first superstar at the beginning of the century is about to be born" was placed on Anson's head, and the whole of Hollywood was faintly commotion.
As a person involved, Anson said: From beginning to end, it had nothing to do with me.
then.
Anson. Anson. Anson.
When Anson returned from the remote and quiet Vancouver to the spotlight-shrouded Los Angeles, what appeared before his eyes was this scene:
The colorful world is overwhelming, and everything is his own. Name, the whole world was spinning, but he didn't know what was happening.
Click, click, click, click.
The flashbulbs cascaded down like a waterfall, roaring above the eardrums, and the bustling crowds filled the airport arrivals hall.
Obviously, Anson did not expect this scene -
There is no harm without comparison. With a comparison, Vancouver is indeed like the end of the world.
The first and only thought that comes to mind: Really, so many people.
Don’t they have other jobs? Are Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez no longer attracting attention? Didn't Mel Gibson get into a drunk driving brawl? No update on Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston’s marriage? Has Leonardo DiCaprio stopped beating himself up?
And so on and so forth.
Looking at the crowds of people in front of him through his sunglasses, his steps paused slightly. Now Anson finally understood why Edgar insisted on coming to pick up the plane.
But what about the captain?
Looking around, Anson tried to find Edgar's figure among the flashing lights.
Then.
A tall, strong, white and tender figure emerged from the dense crowd and caught the eye immediately——
Dressed in a black suit, slightly ill-fitting, with slightly short trouser legs, revealing embarrassing white socks. If it were Michael Jackson, such a combination would be fashionable and trendy; but for ordinary people, such a combination would look ridiculous.
With a nervous and excited smile on a baby's face, he left the crowd and walked forward with his head held high, showing full confidence from the inside out.
Wait a minute, this is...
Who is it?
At this moment, the feet in black leather shoes slipped on the shiny tile floor of the airport like a spider on skates.
Zi Liu.
Then, the baby face began to dance out of control. The handsome man who appeared as an agent in "Men in Black" immediately collapsed. All the eyes of the entire airport gathered in shock, watching him behave like a runaway train. Crash into Anson.
"Oh. Oh oh oh."
Baby Face let out a wail. Anson did not dodge, but moved forward slightly, opening his arms, ready to meet this poor guy.
Unexpectedly, Baby Face waved his hands repeatedly.
“No, no.”
Bend your knees, lower your center of gravity, and finally fly away from Anson in a bowling posture.
The entire audience was silent.
The next second, "Attack!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and the whole audience burst into laughter.
Anson couldn't control his smile either. The corners of his mouth and eyebrows were all smiling, but he still stepped forward quickly and extended a helping hand to the baby face.
"God, are you okay?"
Two blushes flew up on that fair face. He was embarrassed and annoyed. He touched his head shyly and cautiously. Anson tried to stop him. The movement was still a beat slow——
The baby face used hairspray, picked up the short hair, and gave it a handsome hairstyle, but now, with this move, the hairstyle immediately transformed into an airport.
It's a little funny.
Baby Face noticed that Anson was hesitant to speak. His eyes widened and he looked over with an innocent face, as if he was completely unaware of the problem with his hairstyle.
Anson swallowed the words and changed the subject, "Is everything okay? Does it hurt? Are you injured?"
The baby face looked down at himself and shook his head repeatedly because he was using too much force. It was so aggressive that it made people worry that their heads might fall off in the next second. The huge and clumsy body shook violently like a diamond.
Only then did Anson notice that this baby face was actually taller and stronger than him. He stood tall and thick, like Paddington Bear; but the immature baby face looked extremely young, and his age could not be seen. .
"...No." Without any warning, Baby Face finally found his voice and burst out with one word, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. Mr. Wood."
Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Wood?"
This title?
So, Baby Face is not a paparazzi?
Baby Face did not hear the meaning in Anson's words. Instead, he looked over with confusion, "Is Mr. Wood trying to hide his identity? But Mr. Wood's face is the best business card. How could someone not recognize it? If Mr. Wood If you want to cover up your whereabouts, you can't do it like James Bond."
This serious self-extension made Anson dumbfounded.
Just when Anson was thinking about whether he should explain something, the cell phone in the pocket of Baby Face's pants vibrated, and he hurriedly took it out.
"Mr. Cook."
Anson raised his chin slightly, and then, a familiar voice came from the phone, "Give the phone to Anson."
The baby-faced man handed over the phone respectfully with both hands.
Anson took it.
"Anson, I see you. I'm outside, at the front door. Come over quickly. That kid is here to help."
On the other end of the phone is Edgar , no nonsense, crisp and clear, and hang up the phone directly after the explanation.
Anson handed the phone back, "Your boss asked us to go out now, otherwise, he may be ticketed by the traffic police."
Inadvertently, Anson teased Edgar again.
But Babyface didn't understand it at all and nodded seriously, "That's not good. We need to move faster."
Anson:...
Anson has the guts. I have a hunch that future cooperation may be a little difficult.
(End of this chapter)