Chapter 1098 Vagrant
“I don’t think Edgar is just doing it for marketing, he may truly believe that you have a chance.”
Amidst the disturbing news, Lucas grasped core.
“Imagine, why not?”
“007 has been thirty years? Forty years? It has always been the same type and style, maintaining its own brand image. This is a A good thing.”
"But at the same time, the audience is no longer those audiences. Now the audience has higher and higher requirements for genre movies, and their tastes are becoming more and more picky. If 007 does not change, they may face a loss of market, like a pool of stagnant water, gradually losing its vitality. "
"The Sherlock Holmes series has not been updated for many years, right?"
"If the production team is smart enough, it should break the rules at the right time and inject different colors into the series. "
"I believe you are their opportunity, Edgar should think so too."
At least, from a theoretical perspective, this is true.
Anson put down the palette in his hand and looked at Lucas with a surprised look on his face, showing interest, "Since when did you start caring about movies?"
Lucas's eyesightened. Without raising his voice, "From the time you started to become an actor."
Anson choked.
Lucas, "At its core, movies are a business."
Anson protested, "Oh, that's not romantic at all. Movies are art. Art!"
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Lucas, "Art also needs to make money, otherwise art that no one discovers means that no one recognizes its value. Are you willing to be Van Gogh?"
Anson spread his hands with a look of helplessness on his face With a loving expression, "You ruined all romantic fantasies, and now I feel like I'm covered in copper."
This is obviously a joke.
Lucas took off his hat as a gesture of thanks.
Anson burst into laughter, "By the way, why are you here? Where is your job? God, if I were your boss, I would have kicked you out."
Lucas, "No need to wait for you to make a move. I resign."
Anson:...
Anson blinked his eyes, his first reaction was that Lucas was joking, but carefully After looking Lucas over, he realized that Lucas didn't have one.
“Wait, why?”
Lucas, “Different concepts of cooperation.”
Anson sneered, "Is this some kind of divorce statement? Why did you say it so lightly?"
Lucas remained calm, "When we get together, we part, when we cooperate, we break up. This is life, and then It's normal, there's no need to make a fuss."
Anson sighed and rolled his eyes, "Do your parents know?"
Lucas, "They didn't ask."< br>
Because it was too ridiculous, Anson laughed directly, "If I hadn't asked, you wouldn't have said it, right?"
Lucas, "Every time you take on a project or miss a project, will you tell us?"
Anson's eyes widened, "From today on, I will, I will definitely do it."< br>
Lucas, "But I don't want to hear it."
Anson:...
After a brief moment of shock, Anson calmed down a little, "When did it happen?"
Lucas said lightly, "It's been a while."
Anson, "Wait, is it because of me?"
Lucas was about to speak.
Anson shook his head, "Don't deal with me. When I was in the hospital, you were always hanging around in the hospital like a vagrant. Is it because of this that you had a falling out with the company?"
< br>"Luca, is that so?" Lucas said nothing.
Anson didn't hold back, "Fuck, rush, rush!"
Raised his head and looked at Lucas, all kinds of complicated emotions surged in his chest, and finally turned into a smile at the corner of his mouth, He raised his head feebly, "So, what's the next step, what are you going to do?"
Lucas was still worried, "You don't need to worry about me."
"You forgot Well, I went to Silicon Valley alone, starting from scratch, without fear of anything; it’s still the same now.”
"What's more, I still have you now, right? My baby brother has grown up, and I am still making good use of the funds you have with me."
Pause, "I'm going to Los Angeles ."
Anson raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you come to Malibu and I'll support you?"
Originally, Anson was just joking, teasing Lucas. Unexpectedly, Lucas nodded lightly, "This was the plan for the first half year. Before I could establish myself, I would live at your place and my luggage had already been moved in."
Anson:?
After thinking for a while, "Luka, to be honest, Noah is the spy you arranged beside me, right?" Anson's face was full of seriousness.
Lucas glanced at Anson and said, "I thought you just invited me to Malibu."
"An invitation is an invitation. If you don't say hello, you just cut it off first. Something is wrong."< br>
“The result is the same anyway, isn’t that enough?”
“No, no, no, the logical sequence is different. You yourself feel guilty, so you came here specifically to express your apology to Columbus. Right? ”
Chirping, chattering.
The two brothers started to fight without giving in, and the tit-for-tat confrontation between you and me lasted for a long time.
After the sun went down, Anson and Lucas left the studio without driving. They relied on their legs to walk in the sunset and headed to a restaurant for dinner.
It was an inconspicuous Italian family restaurant. There was no special cuisine, but it was extremely warm.
The chef and owner said that all their recipes were passed down from their grandmother, and they are all authentic Italian family dishes.
My grandmother was the first chef of this restaurant until her health could no longer support her and she was forced to retire, then the boss took over the restaurant.
And the gray-haired old man still came to the restaurant every now and then to supervise, chatting in Italian and mingling with the guests.
Anson and the grandmother drank a small glass of red wine. Lucas sat quietly and watched his brother chatting happily with the hosts and guests in the restaurant.
After dinner, the Wood brothers continued to walk in the city night on their legs and went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of things.
Looking at Anson’s sneaky figure, Lucas pretended that he didn’t see the three bags of potato chips that Anson secretly hid in the corner of the cart——
Even though Anson had bought five packs openly.
It was not until the time of checkout that Anson confessed his guilt, and Lucas tacitly agreed, which made Anson happily raise his arms and shout.
Carrying a bunch of things, the two brothers staggered back to the studio -
There was a second floor with bedrooms, bathrooms, guest rooms, everything. Anson lived there during this time There.
Arrived at the studio, Lucas was responsible for making cocktails, while Anson was responsible for sitting on the sofa chair in the backyard and counting the stars. The refreshing breeze blew slowly on his cheeks, and his muscles relaxed. A bottle of Coke was paired with a bag of potato chips. , leisurely and comfortable, the happiness of life seems to be nothing more than this.
"...This is already the second bag. If this continues, I may not be able to last until tomorrow night." Lucas looked at the potato chip bag in Anson's hand, looking a little helpless.
Anson waved his hand, took the cocktail from Lucas, and changed the subject nonchalantly.
Lucas didn't say anything more after all. He sat down on the sofa next to Anson, bathed in the moonlight, and slowly relaxed.
Until Anson's calm voice came from his ears, "Luca, it's not an accident that you left the company for Los Angeles, right?"
Hidden behind the calmness was a trace of emotion. With such determination, he suddenly grabbed Lucas's heart.
Lucas's muscles stiffened, thunder surged above his eardrums, and he was stunned for a very, very brief moment.
(End of this chapter)