The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1275: Catch the bag on the spot
"…So, who knows what's going on? We've been waiting here like fools for a whole week."

"I have no idea. How can we mortals understand the world of superstars?"

“Who knows, maybe they are creating art!”

"Hahaha."

"This isn't the first time. Wasn't it the same thing with Spider-Man last time?"

"It was different last time, I was injured..."

"They say he was injured, but who knows the truth? We are all in Hollywood, and we should know that the truth you see is the truth they want you to see, but who knows what is going on behind the scenes."

"That's right. Maybe he knew Sony Columbia was trying to cause trouble for him, so he faked an injury and took the initiative to kill Sony Columbia by surprise."

"Now that the whole of Hollywood is praising him, things seem a little strange. There must be something fishy going on. It looks like the PR leaked the news to cover up something."

"After being in Hollywood for so long, you should have some experience. So-called superstars may appear gentlemanly, polite and glamorous on the surface, but what are they really like in private? Are you still harboring illusions?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I guess the legendary super handsome guy is just like Tom Cruise. I really think he looks like a child. I bet he is definitely not five feet eight inches (173 cm). At most, he is five feet six inches (168 cm), at most!"

"You mean Anson is secretly a jerk like you, right?"

"Hahaha."

"I don't have any fantasies about him. Please don't get me wrong. I'm not interested in men. God, I just hate these self-righteous Hollywood stars who are nothing but a pair of skins. I can't stand their stupidity and willfulness."

"You'd better pray that he will behave himself after the camera is turned on."

"I strongly doubt that he will use artistic creation as an excuse to mess with the crew, and I don't think the director will oppose him."

blah blah blah.

You and I talk back and forth and can't stop. Gossip is like Pandora's box, once opened it can never be closed. All the evil spirits jump out and true and false, real and fake rumors are flying all over the sky.

The point is, they were not discussing the matter seriously, they were just complaining and venting, and as they talked, the topic had already deviated to outer space.

Even when complaining, I don't know what I'm complaining about.

Cody-Caffey rolled his eyes, and the thick, dark beard on his chin moved vividly as his mouth opened and closed.

"Anyway, he's a superstar. Countless boys and girls scream for him, and some even want to devote themselves to him. They look at him as if they were worshipping a god, and we little shrimps are just following suit."

The gossip continued as usual, but the atmosphere changed slightly without warning.

Several people in front of me were putting out their cigarettes and making faces, looking as if they had facial nerve disorders, which was really speechless.

The bearded Cody, who couldn't stop talking once he started, didn't fail to notice it, but didn't care. Instead, he glared back and complained harshly.

"Why, did you see Lucifer?"

"Haha, I won't be fooled. Your eyes are clearly hinting that Anson is behind you, right? I've watched too many Hollywood movies and TV shows, so pranks like this won't work. You'd better forget it."

"Let me tell you, I'd say the same thing even if Anson were here."

"He is a self-centered jerk who has totally ignored our workload. We are charged by project, not by working hours. If we sit here waiting in a daze, our income will not increase, but it will affect our subsequent work and we may not be able to get other projects."

"He is a top star, and millions and tens of millions are just like drinking water and eating. But we have this project but don't know where the next project will be. We need to support our family, okay?"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the angrier he became.

My lungs almost exploded.

Then, a voice came from behind, "Why don't you submit your complaint in writing? What if that guy left you hanging here for most of the day?" Cody sneered, "Are you stupid? If we submit our complaint, we will be exposed and wait for someone to make trouble for us. In the worst case, we will lose our job. Anyway, there are too many people in Hollywood who are waiting to be fed."

The voice at the back continued, "If this situation really shouldn't have happened, I think you should fight for your rights, and the union will support you. But if the union supports it, it's just a matter of convention. The crew didn't make any mistakes, and the producer doesn't have to compensate you for your losses, because the working cycle of a film project can't be 100% certain. Are you aware that you are in the wrong and are just talking nonsense here?"

Cody: …

Just as I was about to retort, I finally reacted a little too late. My brain froze, and I stared blankly at the faces in front of me, some stiff, some evasive, and some anxious.

They come in all shapes and sizes, but they don't lie.

Cody got goose bumps all over his back.

"He's right back there, isn't he?"

Cody heard his voice trembling, but the people in front of him looked away and avoided contact, and no one was willing to answer his question.

My heart sank.

Oh my god! Why did this happen to him?
Obviously everyone on the crew was saying bad things about the actors and director, and all the staff were no exception. No one had ever been discovered, but why was he caught?
"hehe."

A voice came from behind, "I don't eat people, really. Although I don't know what Hollywood rumors say, I don't eat people, I can swear."

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There was teasing and joking in his words.

However, Cody could not laugh, but instead fell into despair.

Cody took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, gritted his teeth, and turned around.

"Hey." A greeting came from the front.

Only then did Cody realize that he had his eyes closed with a fearless expression. He forced himself to open his eyes, and then he saw Anson's face with a warm smile.

"Oh."

Cody whined, his knees weakened, and he almost sat down.

Talking bad about people behind their backs is no big deal, everyone in Hollywood does it.

But if you are caught saying bad things behind someone's back, that would be a real disaster.

Cody felt as if the world had collapsed in an instant. Even though everyone had just been saying bad things about Anson, he was probably the only one who was caught red-handed.

He thought that he might lose this job. No one likes to be plotted against behind the scenes by others.

Despair. Pain. Suffering.

A vivid expression conveyed more information than words. Anson couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning, what's your name?"

Cody was stunned and wailed.

Anson was a little slow to react, "I was just asking for your name..."

But obviously, at this moment, Anson asked for the name, as if he was ready to hold someone accountable.

Cody couldn't listen at all. He had a preconceived idea that he had offended Anson. He muttered something, and his name was on the tip of his tongue, but he still didn't have the courage to say it. He felt as stupid as if he was going to die.

So, what to do?
Even after going around in different crews, there was still no solution to the situation.

(End of this chapter)