The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 20 Confidentiality Agreement
Ding.

The elevator arrived at the first floor from the underground parking lot. The elevator door slowly opened, and the scene of the Actors Guild came into view. It was slightly different from the picture imagined. The beige and yellow-based decoration revealed a soft atmosphere, vaguely like a book. The feeling of the museum has nothing to do with the movie anyway——

The front desk is responsible for reception, and there is a pile of information piled next to it.

There is a waiting area set up at the door. Some people are sitting there bored because they don't have smartphones, but they are still looking down at the newspapers and magazines.

Diagonally ahead, in the bulletin board area, a black lady with glasses wearing a sweater and cardigan is writing on it, which is filled with recruitment information.

Although it is now the 2000st century and computer penetration has increased across the board, at least as of , the convenience of the Internet is still waiting to be further explored. Retro and old-school recruitment information is still very popular, and the hardware facilities of the Screen Actors Guild have been updated. Still not fast enough.

Stand there and look at it carefully——

red. yellow. green. blue.

Different colors of chalk represent different types of crews, different attribute requirements, different levels of emergencies, etc. Everyone can find audition information according to their own situation.

I used to hear that Hollywood produces 300 movies a year. At first glance, I didn’t think much of it. I was even a little surprised. There were only 300 movies?
But now I see with my own eyes that the number of job opportunities provided by the number "three hundred" is like a wave of waves, and the whole nature is completely different.

"Excuse me……"

The receptionist noticed Anson's footsteps and stopped in place, as if Harry Potter was entering Hogwarts for the first time, and asked politely.

Sensing Anson's gaze, the receptionist smiled sweetly.

"Is there anything I can do to help? It should be your first time coming to the union. I can give you a brief introduction."

Kind and polite.

Anson laughed dumbly, "It seems that the word unfamiliar is written on my face."

The receptionist's eyebrows relaxed completely, "I prefer to call it vigor."

Angry?

Savor it carefully, this adjective is not only just right, but also meaningful.

Anson couldn't help but take another look at the front desk.

Sure enough, even the front desk has gone through many vicissitudes of life.

Anson was a little curious and cast a glance at the bulletin board, "So, is there any special trick for surfing the waves here?"

"Big waves?" the receptionist repeated, with a smile in his eyes, "Maybe luck is the only answer."

Anson smiled.

Indeed, for others, this is true; but not for him. The memories from 2023 are an infinite treasure.

The corners of Anson's mouth raised slightly, "I should go to the church for worship later. Do you know any nearby churches?"

"Ha." The front desk immediately heard Anson's joke and his expression relaxed completely.

Anson did not continue the greetings, "Anson Wood. I have an appointment. In order to avoid being late, it is better to move our summit conversation to a later date."

"Haha." The front desk looked at the only computer screen on the first floor with a smile, and typed happily. The screen refreshed the information at a turtle speed——

Darren has made an appointment in advance.

"Oh, here, Anson Wood, fourth floor, 407, Andrew O'Connell, you can just go up."

Anson smiled and said, "Thank you."

The receptionist looked up and saw Anson's smile, and his mood brightened, "Congratulations."

Anson was slightly startled.

The receptionist quickly explained, "You came here to sign a contract, right? Congratulations on getting the role."

Anson suddenly realized, "I hope this isn't the last time."

The casual joke once again won a soft laugh, and then Anson walked towards the elevator bathed in the gaze. The front desk couldn't help but stand up, leaned out slightly, and stared at the upright and handsome back. The smile on the corner of his mouth never calmed down. When I came down, my eyes were shining.

Until the elevator door closes. …

knock knock!

The knock on the door caused shallow ripples in the silence of the corridor. No need to wait, a crisp voice came from inside, and Anson pushed the door open and entered.

document. document. Still a file.

A mountain of documents.

As soon as he walked in, Anson instantly dreamed back to his senior year in high school.

At that time, they did the same thing. They piled books, test papers, and exercises around their desks, like a siege, surrounding themselves.

In the corner of the document, a pair of feet wearing white socks are placed cross-stacked. The visual impact is very intuitive——

For a moment, it felt like I was on a Quentin Tarantino set.

The whole of Hollywood knows that Quentin likes to pat feet the most and has his own hobby.

Slightly slower than half a beat, the feet were retracted, and a ginger chestnut head suddenly raised up.

All the facial features on that face seem to have their own personality, letting themselves go, and the whole appearance is a bit sloppy; but the rough temperament between the eyebrows cleverly integrates the facial features to form a unique personality.

If he appeared in a ruffian gangster movie, he would be very suitable.

Maybe, Tarantino's "Reservoir Dogs"?
Or Guy-Ritchie's "Two Smoking Barrels."

"Anson?"

Andrew O'Connell held a cigarette in his mouth but did not light it. The cigarette swayed up and down with the movement of his lips as he spoke, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

After receiving a positive reply, Andrew did not continue to be polite.

"Terms. Project. Details."

"I have communicated everything, there is no problem, the rest just needs your confirmation."

"This is a confidentiality agreement."

"This is a performance agreement."

There was no pause at all, and the huge amount of information came crashing down, showing Andrew's resolute attitude.

Although the desktop was full of documents, it was obvious that Andrew had his own habits. He quickly pulled out a few documents and handed them to Anson.

Anson was not in a hurry. He caught a detail in his words and interrupted Andrew, "Confidentiality agreement?"

Andrew held a cigarette in his mouth, raised his chin and glanced at Anson with squinted eyes.

"The filming of this season of 'Friends' is almost complete, and countless people are curious about how the story of this season will end."

"Especially how Chandler will propose to Monica, the show team must keep the subsequent plot secret."

"Look, they are not even willing to send me the script. After you sign the confidentiality agreement, the crew will hand over the script to you."

After a pause, Andrew's eyebrows frowned slightly. He didn't light the cigarette, but he seemed to be able to see the curls of smoke covering his face.

He leaned forward slightly, like a black deal in a crime movie, his face hidden in the shadow of the light, and his voice lowered.

"Do you know anyone who would pay four hundred thousand dollars for an episode of scripts right now?"

Anson raised his eyebrows slightly. It seems that Marvel's method of preventing spoilers is nothing new in Hollywood, but a fine tradition.

Andrew noticed Anson's expression, but misunderstood Anson's thoughts. He stretched his eyebrows with a teasing look, sat up straight again, distanced himself again, and made a joke casually.

"Believe me, it's not worth it for a mere four hundred thousand dollars."

　The cute new entertainment author Qimao is on the stage. Thank you all book friends for your support. Read, read, read. I sincerely hope that all readers can keep reading during the new book period. Thank you! Thanks!
　　
　
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