The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1103 Self-Punishment
"Yeah. I don't want to."

So light, yet so sure.

So simple, yet so strong.

It was just a sentence, but Lucas's mind was refocused under Anson's gaze, and a strong power burst out from the depths of his soul.

Then Anson smiled.

"So, I need your help, Luca. You owe me this."

A little teasing, with a hint of joking.

But Lucas thought of Anson when he was a child, who was reckless and unreasonable. If his parents refused his request, he would always find a breakthrough with Lucas. Those clear big eyes would stare at him pitifully, and he would stand there and act like a rogue, and he would always be easily defeated.

Suddenly, my nose felt sore.

But this time, the corners of Lucas' mouth slightly raised, "Okay."

Anson clenched his fists and lowered his voice in celebration, "Oh yeah."

A low laugh welled up in the back of Lucas' throat.

Anson said seriously, "I'm serious."

"I don't know what will happen next, or when and in what form those nightmares lurking in the darkness will break through the defenses, but I am mentally prepared now. At least I know the truth about that secret."

"So if I needed help, I would call for help,"

"besides……"

Let out a long breath.

"Luca, I think you need to talk to your parents."

Lucas was full of question marks and pointed at his nose, "Shouldn't it be you?"

Anson shrugged lightly. "What should I talk about? I still have no memory of the incident. Should I tell them, hey, I know this happened, but I don't know the details, so don't worry."

"Do you think they can rest assured?"

It seems... there is a little truth in it.

"Luca, this is a secret between the three of you, but you've never talked about it."

"I know I am the victim, but we should not forget that the victims' families are also traumatized. You are also victims."

"You never talked to each other after it happened, that's not normal."

"From what happened in the hospital that day, just because you don't talk doesn't mean you have completely forgotten about it. On the contrary, your wounds are still there."

"You should tell mom and dad that I've been behaving strangely lately and that I seem to have noticed something. You should discuss countermeasures so that the three of you can sit down and really face the matter instead of pretending it doesn't exist. Even if you have an argument, at least you are willing to face your wounds."

Lucas: ... "You're asking me to lie."

Anson, "Yes. Isn't this your daily job?"

Lucas was confused.

Anson burst into laughter. He could almost see the throbbing veins on Lucas' forehead. He braked quickly. "Only if you solve the problem first, you can lend a hand when I face the problem, instead of quarreling with each other when the problem surfaced."

Lucas looked at Anson with hesitation and confusion, "Why do you so openly call yourself a victim and then tell us what to do?"

This isn't right.

Anson shrugged slightly, "I told you, I don't have any memory."

Lucas's eyes stayed on Anson's cheek, observing him carefully, and this time he finally believed Anson.

Lucas finally retracted his gaze, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip, "So, are you scared? I mean, subconsciously..." "No." Anson shook his head, "Why do I need to tie myself up because of what happened in the past? I'm not a victim. I mean, I used to be one, and I don't want to be one forever."

"and."

Anson hesitated a little, but finally spoke out.

"I know you guys have been there."

This is what Anson truly relies on in his heart.

From the alienation and vigilance when I first came to this time and space, to now when I have gradually let down my guard, many things have changed along the way.

"And pray silently that you guys are always there, and not like most parents, 'Hey, you're 18, you're 21, I've had enough, get out of here, be on your own, we need to start enjoying our lives', Jesus Christ, I'm praying for that."

Obviously, this is a rant.

Lucas glanced at Anson speechlessly from the corner of his eye, "Ha. Ha."

That dry laughter actually made Anson laugh heartily and feel particularly bright, which also made Lucas' heavy mood relax a little.

Tonight was not easy for Lucas. His entire back was completely soaked and his muscles, which were tense to the extreme, were beginning to ache. But now, the storm seemed to have passed and his mind was calm again.

Once, he was so afraid that those memories would be reawakened, and those nightmares might hurt Anson again.

However, his worst fears did not occur.

Perhaps Anson was right, and they should face the demons hidden deep in their memories, otherwise they would never be able to truly move on.

"Anson, what are you going to do about Sony Columbia?"

After calming down, Lucas regained his sanity and threw out a heavy blow without making any noise.

To be precise, this was the real reason why Lucas came to Columbus this time, but he did not expect to be ambushed by Anson.

Anson did not hide his surprise. "Sony Columbia? What else can we do? Either we ask for a huge sum of money from them when Spider-Man 3 is released, or we reject the sequel proposal and screw them over. Otherwise, what else?"

"You're not going to fight a rock with an egg? That's not like you at all."

Lucas, "What's my style?"

Anson, "Be calm. Be objective. Be rational. Look at problems in numbers."

Lucas, "That's true. But it also means that, in fairness, we must get back what we lost. You don't think I'm letting them treat you like a toy, do you?"

This time, Anson was really surprised. "Luca, that's Sony Columbia, the top company in the Hollywood pyramid. What are you going to do?"

Lucas, "When you look at it as a giant, you need to look up at it and you don't know where to start; but if you look at it as a structure, you will find that it is just a bunch of numbers."

"If Sony Columbia stops making money, do you think the board will be willing to sell the company? If Sony Columbia makes a series of operational mistakes, do you think the CEO can keep his job?"

"Sony Columbia is a giant, but giants can fall, and in more ways than one."

These things were not what Anson was good at, but he could still slowly outline a grand blueprint from Lucas' words.

Anson couldn't help but sigh, "But, Luca, is it worth it?"

Lucas, "No one should treat you like that."

Even in the understatement, one can still capture a hint of murderous intent.

Lucas turned to look at Anson, "Or are you soft-hearted and think we should make a big deal out of a small matter?"

Anson pulled down the corners of his mouth and smiled. "I just think that there is no need to knock down a whole group of people because of one thing. But you are right. The company should not be treated as a whole. After splitting it up, things should become clearer."

"So, what are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)