The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 480 The whirlpool of fame and fortune
Brad's eyes were a little flustered, and he tried to dodge, but he was worried that he was guilty of committing a crime, so he looked at Anson again and tried to force a smile.

"what."

"Haha. Did someone say you could be a great screenwriter? Anson."

"Do you think I have so many inner dramas outside alone? Did I put on a show by myself? Isn't this fucking Shakespeare?"

"No, it's actually kind of sad that my friends think I'm this kind of person."

"God, what has Hollywood done to you, Anson, you should look in the mirror."

The best defense is offense.

Brad raked back, his face full of sadness, his cheeks reddened by alcohol became more and more excited, and he looked up and down at Anson with a look of disbelief on his face.

Anson thought that he was mature enough and calm enough. He could face all this calmly. Even if he confronted Brad head-on, he never lost his mind. But at this moment, looking at Brad who was performing in front of him, he felt a surge of anger. Breaking the dam burns in the chest.

"It's precisely because I clearly realize that my friend went through so much inner drama and still chose to hurt him in the end, that it's really sad."

"If it was last year, no, to be precise, even a few months ago. Before Hayden suddenly disappeared, I still wouldn't have thought that way."

"But now, yeah, I'm getting dark."

"Hey, welcome to Hollywood, right?"

"So, tell me that I'm wrong, tell me that the person who has too much inner drama is actually me, tell me that I'm the one who lost his mind because of Vanity Fair, please, please, tell me that I'm a bastard, I You shouldn’t doubt my friend like this, even thinking like this is wrong.”

"Quick, tell me."

This is sincere. Anson sincerely hopes that things can be simpler. He doesn't want to witness the filth and ugliness he experienced in his previous life again.

Anson looked at Brad, so calm and forthright, and waited quietly.

Brad's words were stuck in his throat, and his eyes struggled slightly. He could clearly see that the hope in Anson's eyes was slowly extinguishing.

"No, that's not the case." Brad hurriedly said, "Everything I said is true. I don't know the rumors in Century City at all."

Anson showed a bitter smile and said, "Who is that producer?"

Brad was stunned, "What?"

Anson, "Who is that producer who wants to talk to you about a project that you just left to meet at the Hilton? He must have a name."

Brad froze completely, "Uh, what?"

Anson didn't speak any more, he just stood there and looked at Brad with a smile.

One look and one movement had pushed Brad into a corner.

Brad tried to argue, "No...I...wait..."

However, no words came out of his mouth.

Finally, it turned into anger and irritation, and Brad also raised his voice, "No, I won't tell you his name, and I won't let you call him and ruin my chance of auditioning."

"Haha." Angrily laughed back, Anson lightly shrugged, "Why do I want to ruin your audition opportunities? Why do you think I want to ruin your audition opportunities? Have you forgotten that the chance of 'Murder by Numbers' is still I encourage you to go for it.”

Brad:…

Brad was stunned. He just froze in place. You could clearly see the sweat slowly dripping from his forehead, and he didn't even turn his eyes.

The answer seems to be obvious.

"Hell." Anson couldn't help but curse. Even if he personally uncovered the scars to peek into the secrets hidden in the shadow of the Vanity Fair spotlight, he still couldn't control his anger when he was truly confirmed.

"What the hell!"

In a rare moment, Anson cursed again. "Brad, you, I...why can't you just be happy for us? You should know how long James and I have been waiting for this opportunity, but you can't do it, you..."

"You don't want to come to the review party because you're worried that James and I might actually make it."

Brad finally regained his sense, "No, no, no, this is a lie. You are lying. I hope you succeed, and I also really hope James can succeed. When you auditioned for these commercial blockbusters, I have been blessing you, I even help you play with each other, I will always support you..."

Anson couldn't stand looking at the aggrieved Brad in front of him, "That's because you don't think the movie can be successful. You are only willing to support us when we are in the same mud as you; but, when we may When you are as successful as you, or even more successful than you, things are different.”

"God damn it."

"Brad, losing Murder by Numbers is not the end of the world. You don't have to curse us all to rot and stink in the ditch with you."

Brad was stuck, alcohol made his brain unable to function, "You, so, you, me, do you think I am a monster? The whole of Hollywood is like this, be realistic, Mr. Naive, you should wake up, you should realize This is the truth. It’s like what you just said yourself.”

"Welcome to Hollywood."

"What, are you going to judge me morally? I didn't do anything wrong. Everyone thinks like this, why not me? I should also be allowed to have my own thoughts."

This is tantamount to admission.

Finally, the truth was revealed cruelly before our eyes, dripping with blood.

Anson shook his head slightly, feeling a little weak and tired.

"No, Brad, you are right. You did not commit a crime, and I do not have the power to judge you morally. This is Hollywood, cruel and cold-blooded."

"I, uh..."

Anson let out a long breath, only to feel deep fatigue, dragging his soul slowly down, as if he was drowning.

"I just think we're friends and at least we can really cheer each other on."

"But you are right. I was too naive. I should examine myself."

The words, at this point, seem to be no longer necessary to continue.

Anson took a deep breath and smiled again.

"Brad, fame and fortune is not easy. We know it, and you know it. I just hope that at least we still have some real friends in our lives."

"There are no interests involved, no overt and covert fights. We are willing to sincerely applaud each other's successes, and we are also willing to accompany our friends when they encounter setbacks and become the strength for each other to continue going forward, just like the gang of bad guys. Although no one believes in friendship in Hollywood , but for God’s sake, we are real people, not tools or steps, and we should be allowed to have unrealistic dreams.”

"In fact, you did nothing wrong."

"Maybe, I just need to digest this reality."

Anson looked at Brad, but the thousands of words seemed to be no longer important. Those gorgeous words had all lost their power and became pale and powerless.

The anger, sadness, and bitterness all disappeared, and finally turned into a kind of powerlessness.

"Feel sorry."

Anson said.

It wasn't Brad, but Anson, who apologized, maybe he shouldn't have peeled off the gorgeous satin, shouldn't have tried to uncover the truth, shouldn't have gotten his hopes up.

It's his fault.

Turning around, Anson saw Chris standing in a daze at the door of the kitchen.

The air flowed quietly, and the whole world became quiet.

(End of this chapter)