The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1008 Unknown Premonition
The conference room is clean, spacious and bright.

Looking out from the 39th floor, the city streets of Manhattan are like blood vessels, and the vehicles and pedestrians are shrunk to the size of ants rushing for life; however, the floors here are still not high enough, at least unable to penetrate the obstruction of the clouds and feel the bright sunlight pouring down unhindered.

Therefore, people are always eager to continue to climb up——

Forty-nine floors. Fifty-nine floors. Ninety-nine floors.

Until you can overlook the whole world.

But Lucas Wood just found it boring. Everyone longs to conquer, conquer the world, conquer the universe, conquer the galaxy. However, the more they desire to do so, the more they are concealing their inner inferiority and poverty, using those magnificent and untouchable things to cover up their own insignificance.

The so-called conquest has nothing to do with courage or determination.

However, in life, we always need to find something to pass the time.

Lucas didn't mind their desire to "conquer" as long as it didn't offend him; in fact, perhaps he could use this mentality to create a space for himself to enjoy, with an $8,000 Italian handmade sofa, a £10,000 British handmade tailor-made suit, and a $350,000 modern art statue, allowing him to play around freely.

Actually, it’s not bad.

There is such a man in front of me——

He talks eloquently about his dreams and describes in great detail the world he desires, his aspirations, his ambitions, and the achievements he longs to achieve.

Blah blah, blah blah, there were countless "me, me, me" in those words, as Hollywood people always seem to do.

Inexplicably, Lucas felt a dull pain in his temple, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably panicked, gripped by a feeling of irritability and tension.

There seems to be a sense of foreboding.

Lucas quietly controlled himself, pulled his wandering thoughts back, leaned forward slightly, and decided to have this conversation.

"Mr. Pitt."

"Mr. Brad Pitt."

at last!

The "world's sexiest man" finally stopped talking and looked at Lucas with great interest, his eyes slightly amused.

There was no anger or annoyance, but it was obvious that he did not calmly accept the fact that he was interrupted. His eyes were fixed on Lucas without moving, and the movement of chewing gum slowly, slowly slowed down, naturally allowing the silence to make the atmosphere stiff.

Lucas never knew that Brad Pitt was so talkative in private.

But that doesn't matter.

Lucas simply and directly threw out the conclusion, "This won't work."

“I know nothing about movies.”

"But I know that starting your own film company won't make you a famous actor, nor will it make you a wealthy man."

"This is their game, this is a Wall Street game."

"Of course, unless you just want to have the freedom to choose scripts, regardless of the success or failure of the work, to film some roles that interest you and change your vase image, then setting up a film company is a good idea."

“Not brilliant enough, but smart enough.”

"But if you want to change your position in Hollywood and realize your dreams, it's not a good idea to set up a film company. You will never be able to surpass what DreamWorks has achieved."

"And they have the funds of three people, and you are all by yourself."

"Wait, are all your wife's funds also provided for you to use flexibly?"

The words are neither hurried nor slow, neither fast nor slow, and are straightforward but sharp. The tone remains objective without any particular ups and downs, but sounds sharp and ironic to the ears, which is irritating no matter how you listen to it.

Brad Pitt didn't say anything, but his agent was angry.

"You better show some respect!"

"This is Brad Pitt, the most valuable man in Hollywood. If anyone can change the landscape of Hollywood and go down in history, he is the only one." Lucas had a blank expression on his face, and even his eyebrows did not move.

"Oh."

He just responded.

"So, the 20 million club?"

The air was quiet because Brad Pitt was not a member of the 20 million club for the time being.

"Forget it, there's no need to answer, because the 20 million club is still a pawn. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to set up a film production company to change your position and come to ask for our investment advice, right?"

“But even if you become the second DreamWorks, you still can’t change your situation and status because you don’t have enough funds.”

"Here, I'm not talking about just 10 billion or 20 billion."

Buzz, buzz.

The phone vibrated slightly.

John-Quinn, one of the big bosses of the company where Lucas works, was also the key figure who promoted Lucas to partner two years ago and had full confidence in Lucas's talents.

When they got connected with Brad Pitt, who said he needed some financial advice and was looking for a partner, John wanted to seize the opportunity.

The point is not Brad Pitt, but a point of entry into Hollywood. Their company can set up a branch in Los Angeles and bring those spoiled Hollywood actors who don't know how to manage their finances into the company, thus easily opening up a new situation.

John believed in Lucas's ability, and he also heard that Lucas's brother seemed to be an actor, which should be a plus.

So far, the situation has been a little tense, but John thinks Lucas is in control, until his cell phone vibrates and disrupts the conversation.

John couldn't help but glance at Lucas——

Was this also a planned move, designed to disrupt order and further crush Brad Pitt's arrogance?
Lucas continued as he picked up his phone and glanced at it.

"Starting a film company is an option, which means you start playing their game, but..."

A word of dialogue.

Lucas saw the caller ID—

Noah Newman.

Anson's assistant. At first, Anson never hired an assistant because he thought it was unnecessary and he always kept to himself. Lucas simply interviewed an assistant and gave him the job directly to Anson through Edgar, without waiting for Anson's objection.

Lucas knew that Anson would definitely think it was unnecessary, but Anson was soft-hearted. If he fired Noah, it might cause Noah to lose his job, so even though Anson opposed it, he would still keep Noah in the end.

It turns out that Lucas was right.

So, Noah called, what happened?

My heart was beating wildly and the ominous premonition became clearer and clearer.

Lucas nodded slightly to Brad to apologize, but had no time to speak and answered the phone directly.

John's expression changed slightly. After thinking for a while, he decided to ease the atmosphere. He looked at Brad and explained, "…Business is very busy recently."

In just a few words, Lucas ended the call in less than five seconds. "Sorry, something unexpected happened. I have to leave now. Please excuse my absence."

After saying a bunch of words, Lucas didn't wait for any response. He turned around, opened the door of the conference room, and walked out like a storm.

In the conference room, a group of people looked at each other, caught off guard and completely confused about what was happening.

John's smile was still on his lips, but it froze.

(End of this chapter)