The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1176: Self-righteousness
Jack was angry.

The emotions finally got out of control.

He couldn't understand and didn't want to understand. He was just trying to get a role and seize an opportunity, so why should he become the one who bears the stigma?

"I thought you were always aboveboard."

Jack looked at Anson, unable to hide his disappointment.

Anson laughed directly——

The person who stabbed him in the back was accusing him of not being upright?
Was he hallucinating?

But looking at Jack's expression, Anson knew he was serious, which made the smile on Anson's lips even brighter. He was not going to respond at all. Jack had his own ideas and he had his own stance. There was no need for them to convince each other. They should just continue to maintain their own opinions.

However, now Jack actually turned the tables and accused him, completely confusing right and wrong. He would not take the blame. He was not that noble.

"Yes. I'm worried that you will get the role." Anson looked at Jack with a smile.

Admitted it, just admitted it like that?

"When I was lying in the hospital, not knowing my condition and not sure what would happen tomorrow, I had no idea that an accident on the set could lead to me losing the role, so shouldn't I be worried?"

"Remember, I have a career to protect, too. Because I know what a great actor you are, and I know how perfect you are for this role, and I'm worried that I might have thrown the initiative away."

"But you are my friend. I know you are also eager for opportunities and seeking a breakthrough in your career, so I can't and won't ask you to refuse Sony Columbia's invitation."

"I don't mind you participating in the competition. You show your charm, I show my strength, we each show our talents, and finally see what Sony Columbia chooses."

"What I really care about is not your decision, but your concealment. You don't even have the courage to look me in the eye and tell me the news in person."

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

Jack's eyes were still burning with anger and irritation, "I don't understand the difference."

"I told you, I didn't tell you, and then what?"

"Does this change anything? If you don't mind me auditioning, then what difference does it make?"

"In Hollywood, there are a thousand and one auditions every day. Do I need to ask before every audition if my friends are also competitors?"

"absurd."

Is there any point in arguing?
No.

Because Jack always ignores key facts, disregards the fact that Anson was injured and hospitalized at the time, and distorts the entire incident out of context.

They were like a ghost walking in a wall, returning to the starting point again and again.

Such conversations just make them look particularly stupid.

Communication can indeed solve most problems, but it sometimes fails.

Anson looked at Jack, "If you really believe you are not wrong, why do you feel guilty?"

Jack, "I didn't."

Anson, "During my hospital stay, you never showed up, not even a single phone call. I thought it was out of guilt, that deep down you still considered me a friend, and that you also realized that the audition invitation from Sony Columbia was not that simple. Now it seems that I was just being too sentimental."

Jack was stunned.

Jack looked at Anson blankly. Anson's mouth corners were still raised, revealing a smile, bright and brilliant; but there was a hint of sigh and bitterness in that smile.

This was something Jack had not expected.

Jack opened his mouth and tried to say something in rebuttal, but found that he had no thoughts or words in his mind. The sound stayed in his throat, but he didn't know what to say.

Anson shrugged slightly, shifted his gaze to the three people in front of him, and exhaled, "Now I am 100% sure that I am that damn Hollywood star, always self-centered, thinking that the earth should revolve around me, and my thoughts are everyone else's thoughts."

"Well, now I'm embarrassed. I should learn to reflect on myself." Laughing, cursing, and sarcastic.

And, full firepower.

Claire, who had not spoken a word or interrupted the entire time, couldn't control herself at this moment. She burst into laughter, and a smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth like a flower.

However, others do not see it that way.

Ryan glared at Claire speechlessly, as if reprimanding her for her inappropriate behavior, but obviously, Claire didn't care.

Anne was always paying attention to Anson and Jack, unable to hide her worry.

Anson seemed unusually relaxed and looked back at Jack.

"I think it's time to leave now. I've said everything I wanted to say. After making our stance clear, we should learn to turn the page, right?"

"Jack, don't worry, I'm fine. Didn't Ryan just say that? I kept the role, and the movie that just came out was a success. I don't have to worry about anything, so everything is fine between us."

"How is it, friend?"

As he spoke, Anson patted Jack on the shoulder affectionately, showing his maturity and rationality in the Hollywood way, like a skilled veteran.

However, Jack couldn't laugh.

But Anson didn't wait for a response. "Then I won't disturb your party. There will be another performance later. I hope you enjoy it."

Turn around and take a step.

Anson left in a leisurely manner, even having time to say goodbye to Jim, Rebecca and others in the bar.

They saw what was happening in the corner, and Jim and Rebecca both stepped forward to check on Anson's condition.

Anson repeatedly comforted them, saying that everything was fine and there was no need to worry, and that they would see each other at the performance tomorrow night. Then he pushed open the door of the bar and left.

Snow, stop.

The sky outside had cleared up. Although it was night, looking up through the steel forest one could see that the thick clouds had dispersed, and one could vaguely see the twinkling stars among the dim lights of Manhattan.

Even the raging wind slowed down and became gentle.

The temperature seems to have risen slightly.

Standing on the street and looking left and right, I saw vehicles coming and going busily, but all the yellow taxis were full of passengers, with not a single empty one.

Sure enough, when you need a taxi, there is never an empty one in Manhattan.

Just as Anson was about to take a step forward, the door behind him was pushed open again.

With a clang, a warm current flowed out, and the dim light also flowed out.

Anne rushed out in a hurry, with her scarf casually hung around her neck, dragging down and falling to the ground like a tail; but she didn't care at all, and tried to put on her coat in a hurry, looking around anxiously, raising her chin to look around.

Anson turned around and saw Anne's expression. He followed Anne's gaze and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Anne, "I'm looking for a tall guy with a beard and a guitar."

Anson: ... "He just got in a taxi."

Annie was stunned, and her busy movements froze. At this moment, she finally looked in the direction of the voice towards the "kind-hearted person", and then her expression and body were instantly frozen under a spell, as if she had seen Medusa.

Anson said seriously, "This is New York, right? You can never find a taxi when you need one, but when you don't need one, they're everywhere."

"Strangle your wrist."

(End of this chapter)