The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1025 Strategic Game
Eve is indeed a professional. After opening a small hole, her thoughts started to run at high speed. She could see the whole picture from the small details.

If Michael Lynton was going to replace Anson, would he not have anticipated the backlash? Would he not have known about Anson's current popularity?
Obviously, Michael knew it, so he would not rashly shoot directly and expose his true intentions.

But then a small surprise happened: Sam Raimi.

Sam stood on Anson's side without hesitation, and his all-or-nothing attitude changed the situation, which made Sony Columbia a little cautious.

Judging from the current situation, Sony Columbia is calm, just like the calm before the storm. Maybe Michael is just waiting for Anson to make the first move, and then they will counter his moves to avoid exposing their own wolf ambitions too early, and cleverly turn all disadvantages and advantages into their own momentum.

Suddenly, Eve's eyes lit up.

"Anson is right."

Anson shrugged slightly. "Although I am always right, please elaborate on it."

Eve: Haha.

"We can't incite Kristen and James. If we stick together, Anson would be the victim, but in the blink of an eye, he would be the conspirator who destroys the unity of the crew and tries to break with Sony Columbia because of the slightest disturbance. It may even turn out that all this is Anson's own directing and acting in order to fight for the power of producer."

"Michael Lynton has set a trap and is waiting for us to fall into it."

Eve quickly connected all the clues together, and when she looked at Anson again, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She knew Anson was smart, but this smart?
This is not just about being smart, but also about being professional, and having a deep understanding of news, media, public relations, public opinion, etc.

Anson noticed the scrutiny in Eve's eyes, and acted as if it was a matter of course, looking back with a smile.

Eve paused for a moment, and finally convinced herself that she was making a fuss and thinking too much. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Anson didn't see the twists and turns in it. He simply rejected the proposal because he didn't want to morally blackmail his friend.

Anson looked calm, "So, what is your suggestion?"

Eve collected her thoughts and said, "We can't just do it directly, nor can we force it. We need a comprehensive plan to fight against Sony Columbia."

"Even though the situation is very bad now and they did catch us off guard, we still have the moral high ground and as long as we don't do anything stupid, we can still fight back."

"I guess Michael Lynton didn't expect that Anson, this pretty face, would be so patient and would bite him back."

Anson looked at Eve, "I actually have a strategy here. I'm not sure, but it might come in handy."

Eve and Edgar exchanged glances, their eyes slightly brightening—

Every time Anson started to think, it seemed to mean that someone was going to be in trouble.

Michael Lynton: A-Sneeze?
what happened?

Michael looked around and saw nothing unusual, but he couldn't control himself and sneezed three times in a row, with a buzzing sound above his eardrums.

Could it be that I have a cold?

……

Dusk slowly fell, and the brightness outside the window of Mount Sinai Hospital gradually turned into a brilliant golden color, even more magnificent than the sunrise in the morning.

Anson was quietly admiring the blazing sunset.

This time, regardless of his personal wishes, Anson was forced to lie on the bed and could not move. Especially this time, his waist and back were injured and he needed to rest for a short time. He could not move rashly. Lucas took the doctor's order and completely suppressed Anson. Perhaps, the only positive thing is that now he has a lot of time, and he can finally stop and look up at the blue sky.

I have heard this saying before: modern people are too tired and too busy. Everyone is trapped in their own desires and pressures, and no one can escape. They are busy running around every day so much that they can't straighten their backs. Their eyes are always on the ground, and they have no time to look up at the sky.

This is even more so after the advent of smartphones. Everyone is trapped in their own phone screens. Not to mention the sky, even the world around them has become blurry. In the end, there is only the world inside the phone in their eyes and brains. They gradually become disconnected from reality and float in mid-air.

Occasionally, stop, raise your head, look for the palm-sized sky among the crowded high-rise buildings, look for traces left by clouds and the sun, and look for infinite possibilities in the deep and vast universe. At that time, your troubles and confusions will seem insignificant and no longer important.

All the time, Anson tried to remind himself of this, not to repeat the mistakes of his past life, and occasionally looked up at the sky.

But I didn’t expect that I had been so busy recently that I gradually forgot about it.

Maybe this injury isn't entirely a bad thing.

So, when the whole world was bustling with noise and chaos, Anson had the leisure to appreciate the sunset outside the window and steal a half day of leisure.

knock knock.

There was a gentle knock on the door, not loud or forceful, and for a moment, he was not sure whether he wanted the people in the ward to hear and respond.

Involuntarily, it reminds me of the thief——

Try it stealthily. If you don't alarm anyone in the house, it means the light is green. Even if there is someone inside, you can still give it a try.

Sure enough, before Anson could respond, the door of the room was pushed open, and a head poked in furtively, looking around quietly. When he turned around, he saw Anson lying on the hospital bed, looking at him with a smile on his face, as if he was watching a good show, except for the popcorn in his hand.

This made the visitor feel a little shy. He touched his neck stiffly, entered the ward, and stood straight against the wall, like a child being punished by the teacher.

"Anson." He called out awkwardly.

Anson couldn't help but smile, and his eyes flickered. "It seems that you have been punished to stand in the principal's office many times in school. Your posture is very standard."

The visitor chuckled twice and did not deny it.

Anson laughed too, but soon the smile disappeared from his mouth, revealing a little worry, "Jack, you shouldn't have come back to New York."

The "thief" who appeared before him was Jack Forrest, the boy who escaped from New York at all costs.

Jack has always tried to stay away from New York as far as possible, otherwise he and his mother might be entangled in the past again and unable to get rid of it, but now he appears in New York again.

Anson couldn't help but worry.

Jack glanced at Anson nervously, "I'm not the one who needs to worry about it right now."

Anson was slightly stunned and laughed. "It seems that someone has grown up and started to learn to fight back. This is a good thing."

Jack chuckled.

Anson said, "First of all, I'm fine. Now half the hospital is staring at me. I finally understand why the king is so uncomfortable when he is sick. It may be more annoying than the illness itself."

"Secondly, you should fight back and defend yourself. If you see the same thing happening to that man, don't be stupid and let him continue to do whatever he wants."

(End of this chapter)