The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1253 The Flood of the Times
Sharp and frank, but not aggressive. Instead, it was a confident scrutiny and examination. With just one sentence, the passive situation was reversed.

Lucas showed off his edge a little.

Matt noticed it, but instead of being offended, he smiled.

"Oops, I've been found out."

"Indeed, I was worried that Mr. Wood would leave for the crew and might miss it if he was a little slower, so I threatened Mr. Cook and kidnapped him to come visit, just to complete the interception."

“So, did I succeed?”

Although Matt seemed calm and composed, one could still feel his confidence and composure.

That kind of confidence is eye-catching.

Edgar was slightly anxious.

This morning's incident happened suddenly, and Matt's visit was completely unexpected. He didn't have time to talk to Anson, so he could only use his eyes to signal his secretary, and wait for them to leave the office before letting the secretary notify Anson.

But I don’t know whether the secretary has been notified.

Edgar was just about to give Lucas some hints, but he didn't expect that Lucas would intercept him one step ahead, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile that might scare a child to tears.

"Mr. Brown is joking. If we really want to talk business, there is no rush. Real big things take time."

"So, Mr. Brown's visit was purely a visit from a friend, right?"

"Mr. Matt Brown, who is in charge of an entire emerging department, should be aware of this."

Matt was being warm and gentle but actually being treacherous, while Lucas was pretending to be nice but actually smiling but actually being threatening. The two of them were going back and forth and neither of them gave in.

Matt pushed up his glasses, revealing a hint of interest behind the lenses. "Do you know me? My name is too common, and there are many people with the same name. If I were thrown into a crowd of people, I would be drowned out before I could even blink."

Lucas was not surprised. "I occasionally read the Wall Street Journal."

Matt, "But with so many names, how did you immediately determine it was me?"

Lucas, “No, I’m not sure, not until now.”

You come and I fight, hand to hand.

There was no time to breathe, Matt and Lucas had traded several rounds.

The content of the conversation is not important. What is important is that both people refuse to follow each other's rhythm and try to control the conversation.

Matt: "Oh, it seems that I am still impatient."

Lucas, "No, it's not that I'm anxious, but I want something."

Matt, "I have no room for argument."

Without warning, Matt turned sharply and threw out his white handkerchief in surrender.

As Lucas said, when you ask someone for help, you naturally shouldn't be too arrogant.

So, what is Lucas going to do?
Don’t hit someone who smiles at you?
Just then, the sound of someone stretching came from the hall behind him.

“Luca, I give up. Let’s just leave it at that. There’s no need to bring so many things. We have everything on the set anyway. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Snapped.

The next second, you can hear the sound of a body hitting the sofa.

The three people at the door looked at each other.

Then, Lucas finally made way and made an inviting gesture.

Matt's smile was particularly bright. He nodded slightly and walked in first.

Edgar fell behind, and now he finally had the chance to exchange glances with Lucas——

Matt Brown is the head of Apple's new digital audio department. After a series of mergers and adjustments, he officially took over the iPod, iTunes and other businesses. He has been a hot figure in the past six months.

In fact, Edgar didn't understand why Matt came to visit Anson in person. No matter how he thought about it, Apple and Anson had nothing to do with each other. He still lacked some touch in the business and work in the music field; but his intuition told him that this matter might not be that simple. On the way to Malibu, Edgar kept asking questions, but Matt was very thorough and Edgar didn't get much information.

Lucas nodded slightly to Edgar, imperceptibly, to indicate that he should stay calm.

Edgar's secretary was reliable and called Anson immediately. Anson was packing his luggage, so Lucas answered the call.

Edgar himself didn't know the situation, let alone his secretary.

But at least Lucas had an idea in mind and was mentally prepared in advance.

Lucas did not rush to discuss with Anson, but instead conducted a quick investigation on his own. Only by understanding the opponent's needs and goals could he take the initiative.

Lucas has been paying attention to Apple, this technology company, because of Anson, and has been keeping an eye on their movements all the time. He has been prepared in advance. Now, he is collecting information around Matt Brown, quickly building a system in his mind and making certain preparations.

Behind, Lucas and Edgar exchanged glances and followed one after the other.

As Matt entered the living room, the first thing that caught his eye was the endless view of the Pacific Ocean. His vision was broad and open, and his whole mind was opened.

But then he noticed Anson lying flat on the sofa.

Different from his image in front of the spotlight, Anson in front of him was wearing a loose light blue pullover. He exuded a lazy but sunny aura and was full of youth. He still caught people's attention easily.

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That rude and totally unpresentable look made people smile.

Only at moments like this did he remember that Anson had only just reached the legal drinking age.

The smile on Matt's lips fell to the bottom of his eyes and he coughed twice.

Anson, who was lying on the sofa, heard it, tilted his head and glanced, and saw the guest, but he was not embarrassed or flustered, but stood up calmly with a frank and natural attitude.

"Good morning, I'm Anson. Are you Luca's guest?"

No apology, no shyness, no restraint, everything was so natural.

Matt found that his mood brightened involuntarily.

This was just a meeting.

Matt's pause caught Anson's eyes. Anson noticed the suitcases scattered on the ground, the scattered clothes and daily necessities thrown there casually, and various objects piled on the coffee table and the sofa.

Only then did Anson realize that a guest had arrived.

"Oh, sorry, I'm packing."

Before Anson could speak, Lucas had already packed all the items on the sofa into the suitcase, cleared the space, and shook his head slightly helplessly.

"Don't tell me you've always been like this before." Lucas couldn't help but complain.

Anson shrugged slightly. "But nothing has happened so far, has it?"

Lucas looked at Anson speechlessly, a look that spoke louder than any words.

But Anson still looked calm.

Matt laughed. "Modern life is so convenient. As long as you don't go to a remote island, you can buy daily necessities anytime and anywhere, so there's nothing to worry about."

Anson nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes. I think so too. They should relax a little, sir..."

Matt understood, "Matt Brown, just call me Matt."

While introducing himself, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Anson.

Anson glanced at the card and sighed, "Why would Mr. Brown come to visit Luca?"

Matt once again emphasized, "Just Matt."

Anson looked at Matt meaningfully. "So you are here today purely as a friend?"

Hit the nail on the head.

(End of this chapter)