The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 159 Flying across the continent
"Excuse me, can you give me a glass of water? Thank you."

The plane from Los Angeles to New York has entered a smooth flight stage. Edgar has explained all the ins and outs of the future in a eloquent manner. Now he just feels that his mouth is dry.

If he wasn't worried that he might need to get into work after the plane landed, Edgar seemed to be in desperate need of alcohol, and a glass of whiskey would be just fine.

But Edgar controlled himself——

Business matters.

After adjusting his breathing, Edgar turned to look at Anson, his eyes still showing a trace of surprise and admiration.

Just leave as soon as you say it, simply and neatly.

No luggage, no belongings, just like Anson himself said, just bring your wallet and keys and travel light.

Then, they rushed all the way to Los Angeles International Airport, bought two tickets on the spot, and hurriedly boarded the plane. When they regained consciousness, they were already in the air.

Along the way, Anson didn't ask any questions or say anything else, until the two of them sat down in the cabin, waiting for Edgar to start explaining himself.

With great difficulty, Edgar calmed down, organized his words, and told Anson the whole truth without any reservations.

In fact, Edgar was a little hesitant as to whether he should tell all the details without reservation, including the conspiracy, but he did not hesitate for too long. When facing Anson, the answer seemed to emerge naturally. He knew Anson's intelligence and calmness. There is really no need to hide the truth.

Moreover, this is his role model, so he naturally needs to show it well.

After pouring it all out, I took advantage of the break to ask for water to adjust my rhythm. I turned back and looked at Anson, and a sense of absurdity came to my mind——

Anson, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, not to mention the suitcase, even the belongings were easily stuffed into the pockets. It looked like he was going out for afternoon tea with friends, but in the end he was sitting with him On the plane, prepare to cross the entire North American continent.

No panic, no rush.

No tension, no anxiety.

He went into battle calmly and comfortably, even more relaxed than the person who initiated everything. This detail alone showed his magnanimity and open-mindedness, and made Edgar's mouth corners rise slightly.

Absurd to the point of absurd, but quite interesting. This is the life he longs to experience as an agent. It is full of excitement and variables, dilemmas and opportunities coexist, and he is always on a roller coaster, depending on who can control the situation.

Involuntarily, the black face of Harry Smith after the meeting came to mind, and Edgar believed that he had made the right move.

Then Edgar met Anson's eyes.

"So, do you have anything to ask?"

Anson remained patient and focused, never disrupting Edgar's rhythm. He seemed passive and was completely led by Edgar; but in fact, he stopped with stillness and firmly held the initiative in his hands.

At this time, it's the same.

Anson was not in a hurry, even though there were countless question marks surging in his mind now, and the whole situation and the whole process seemed incredible; but Anson soon realized that those question marks were not important.

There is only one important thing.

"Why me?" Anson asked.

Edgar, "I spoke to you last time because I believed you were special..."

The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, "Intuition?"

Edgar could tell that this was not the answer Anson needed.

Sure enough, Anson continued, "The last time you visited my home, it was actually only our second meeting. I trust your intuition, but I don't trust Hollywood. No one is irreplaceable here." I’m not belittling myself, but actors in my current position in Hollywood can only have eight thousand if they don’t have ten thousand. It’s one thing for me to believe in myself, but another thing is whether you believe it and how you believe it.”

"Captain Cook, if you think about your behavior, you obtained such an important opportunity for me without notifying me or signing a contract with me. I think the reason behind it is not that simple."

In other words, during the second meeting, Anson did not completely believe Edgar from beginning to end.

This also explains why Anson did not sign with William Morris and did not sign with Innovative Artists, nor did he contact Edgar.

Intuition is too illusory. Anyway, it all depends on one mouth. No matter what you say, how can it be trusted before a bond of trust is established?

At the same time, even now, with the opportunity to audition for "Spider-Man" just around the corner, Anson has not been overwhelmed by joy and remains calm.

Edgar's words were stagnant. Although he was a little frustrated, he thought that his performance in the second meeting was perfect, 95 points if not 100 points. Now it seems that he was not able to impress Anson at all; but surprisingly, he I am not disappointed, but I like Anson even more.

This is a truly intelligent actor.

Being willing to listen to opinions but having your own judgment, being stubborn but willing to be open to breaking out of your comfort zone is not a little cleverness, but a great wisdom.

Such an actor is bound to be a pleasure to work with.

But Edgar also understands that he needs to show his ability to convince the other party.

Perhaps, sincerity is the only key.

The last time they met, Edgar was sincere enough to analyze his own strengths and weaknesses, but that was not enough; so this time, what should he come up with?

Edgar did not immediately answer Anson's words, "Since you were still suspicious, why didn't you follow me to the airport without asking questions at home? Aren't you worried that I would kidnap you and sell you to Bangladesh?"

The smile on Anson's lips rose completely, "You can give it a try."

The confidence revealed in his words was not only calm but also determined. Edgar couldn't help but feel excited. He believed that if he had evil intentions, he might be the one who helped count the money after being sold.

"Ahem." Edgar cleared his throat and calmly changed the subject, "Can I be honest with you?"

Anson shrugged slightly.

Edgar, "The first time we met in the theater, you were the only person there who looked me in the eye."

Anson:?
Edgar continued to explain, "Not just James and Seth, but before that - in fact, also after that until now, I have seen countless actors, senior ones, just starting in the industry, and their hearts are as high as the sky. I’ve seen all kinds of actors, those who are full of expectations, and those who beg for it when they see the name William Morris.”

"But you are the only one who communicates with me on an equal footing."

"You don't look down on me because I'm a junior agent, and you don't look down on me because of William Morris. In your eyes, I am just an agent, an ordinary person who works as an agent. What you appreciate and test is Professional skills are the only criterion for judging agents.”

"The look in your eyes and your attitude really treat me like an agent."

Having said this, Edgar showed a wry smile.

"In fact, even within William Morris, no one can maintain a truly objective and impartial attitude towards me. You are still the only one."

"I think……"

Edgar's words were a little difficult, but he still took a deep breath, looked up at Anson, and showed himself calmly. Perhaps this was the most critical step.

　The fifth update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)