The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1175 Calling a deer a horse
Jack was completely sincere in every word he said. He thought Anson was petty, he thought Anson was sentimental, he thought Anson was naive.

After saying that, Jack patted Anson's shoulder gently as if he was comforting a child, looking like a magnanimous adult who would not quibble with Anson.

Anson didn't panic, but smiled, showing a big smile, "No, of course not. Jack, how could I ask you to do this?"

"But you could at least tell me: Hey, man, Sony Columbia is planning to stab you in the back. I'll let you know in advance. Although I can't sacrifice my future for you, I'll still agree and audition. But at least I won't quietly seize the opportunity to stab you in the back, and then wait for the news media to expose it, and you'll see my name on the news."

"You chose to remain silent because you were worried that I would reject you and ask you not to audition, or because you felt guilty and you knew this was a fucked-up thing?"

In a word, it hit the bull's eye.

After Anson finished speaking, there was silence in the air and the atmosphere was frozen.

Jack took a small step back and looked at Anson in disbelief, as if trying to judge the seriousness of Anson's words. "Are you serious?"

Instead, Anson remained calm, smiled at Jack and shrugged slightly, "I'm trying to express my feelings."

Jack stood there, stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Unexpectedly, it was Ryan who spoke again to break the silence.

Ryan Phillippe glanced at Anson a few times, and the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him. He couldn't see why this guy deserved any praise at all.

"Humph."

Ryan lowered his head and muttered sarcastically.

"There's nothing to be surprised about."

"This is Hollywood. Things like this happen every day. Some people even steal scripts and roles and cut off other people's careers. I don't see anyone else whining and whining about their lives."

"Life must go on. If you don't have the means to maintain your role and seize your opportunities, it's your incompetence. No one needs to be responsible for your fragility."

"Besides, no one else has taken you away. You are now Spider-Man, and the movie just came out and was a huge success. Give others some room to live."

"Jack is your friend, isn't he? There's no need to kill him."

Sure enough, confusing right and wrong and calling a horse a zebra is worthy of Hollywood's Vanity Fair.

Anson just laughed.

"Now it seems that I was wrong?"

"Jack, some people think you're a victim, so you're a victim?"

Jack's eyes widened and he glared at Anson with anger as loud as copper bells.

Anson raised his hands in surrender, looking innocent.

Jack turned his head away angrily.

Ryan：???
Anson didn't deny what he said, but why did the whole conversation feel weird?

Ryan looked Anson up and down with a frown on his face, and he just couldn't stand him no matter how he looked at him.

Anson glanced at Ryan and Jack, no longer feeling any hesitation.

Because he knew that they didn't care at all. Not only that, they might even laugh at his cowardice and frustration behind his back, and he didn't dare to make his own voice heard.

In his second life, Anson is not going to live by other people's opinions. He will face his feelings and thoughts calmly, and no one should speak for him.

"Indeed, this is Hollywood. No one cares about conscience or bottom line. In the world of fame and fortune where profit is paramount, discussing moral values ​​with others is not a wise choice. After all, here, it is a life-and-death struggle."

"but."

"Just because everyone does it doesn't mean it's right." "In times of war, life is worthless, and there are corpses everywhere. Killing and arson seem to be commonplace, but that doesn't mean killing is right."

"When the opportunity presents itself to you, you can choose to be bloodied, but you can also choose not to."

"It's the same in Vanity Fair. For the sake of profit, everyone is throwing themselves into the fire. But just because everyone is stabbing you in the back doesn't mean you need to do the same."

“There is no need to use the ugliness of others to justify your own filthiness and depravity.”

The really interesting part is Anson's tone.

It was not anger, nor accusation, nor preaching, nor venting; in fact, the conversation was extremely calm, as if they were discussing the lunch menu, a normal conversation on equal terms, with the right amount of tension and relaxation, not too fast or too slow, and you could even see the curve of Anson's mouth.

However, precisely because of this, the irony hidden in it is even more intense, and it pricks the nerves in a subtle way.

Ryan hesitated, trying to find some words to fight back or to defend himself, but failed in the end and muttered to himself.

"You are so self-righteous. You think you are Mother Teresa, but who knows whose blood is on your hands."

After saying that, without waiting for Anson to refute, he turned his head, picked up the beer, and refused to make eye contact with Anson.

On the side, Jack's expression was not good.

Taking a deep breath, Jack tried to control himself, grasp his reason, raise his hands and make a push-out and then push-down motion to control the situation and prevent Ryan and Anson from arguing.

Jack looked at Anson with a sincere expression, "I didn't know you minded so much. I thought you wouldn't mind. There was no conspiracy or trick behind it. What's more, you won, didn't you? You kept your role, and I didn't expect you to still be brooding over it."

"If that's the case, I'm sorry. I express my apologies, and I hope this incident won't affect our friendship."

Although it was an apology, he was still blaming Anson in his words, guessing Anson's thoughts and feeling for him, and he just downplayed the whole thing with a sentence "I thought you wouldn't mind".

So, things are back to the starting point: Anson is the poor guy who is petty and narrow-minded.

An apology is indeed an apology; but an apology is not an apology.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Because Anson realized that the two sides were not thinking at the same frequency. He had just said so much, but Jack's final outcome was actually -

Okay, that's it, you're right, okay?
An attitude of doing things in a perfunctory manner.

Even if we continue to argue, there is no point and no answer.

Anson was not going to continue such a worthless argument. "Yes, of course. In Hollywood, everyone is friends, right?"

Jack was stunned: That's it?
Seeing Anson's attitude, Jack was enraged and felt humiliated.

More importantly, Jack thought of Kristen's attitude, that look of contempt and disdain, as if he was some dirty ant, and he couldn't stand it.

"No." Jack shook his head and thought carefully. "No, I'm not sorry. I didn't do anything wrong."

"I don't understand why you're still thinking about it. It was just an audition. Sony Columbia called me and invited me to audition."

“So, I auditioned.”

"Why, is this something immoral? Or are you worried that someone will take away your role?"

One sentence after another, aggressively.

It was only now that Jack finally showed his true emotions and stopped maintaining the friendly mask.

(End of this chapter)