The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 63 Triangular Relationship
Something is vaguely wrong——

From the car to the stage to the opening, step after step, quietly and unconsciously, Anson is breaking expectations and subverting the balance.

Every detail was beyond the imagination of the reporters present, so that the initiative gradually fell into Anson's control.

This... shouldn't be like this.

As a senior reporter, Nicholas noticed the anomaly immediately. Now he had no time to think about it carefully. He had to regain control of the situation.

"Anson, may I ask, have you heard the rumors that Brad Pitt tried to kick you off the set of 'Friends'?"

As soon as you open your mouth, go straight to the topic.

No polite pleasantries, no beating around the bush, just hit the mark.

Rustling.

The noisy and chaotic sounds calmed down a little, and the hot and excited eyes rushed towards Anson, instantly surrounding the young man.

Anson, however, did not panic.

In his previous life, before trying different jobs, he majored in journalism and communication at university. Not only did he intern at a newspaper, but he also worked in a television station after graduation. Before switching careers to seek development opportunities in other industries, he really liked the journalism industry.

Now, it still is.

media. reporter. paparazzi. flow. These concepts in journalism and communication are not scary to Anson, and are even somewhat familiar.

From my past life to this life, it has been a long time since I dealt with the media again. Although I am in a different position now, I feel like I am reunited with old friends.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said cheerfully and joyfully, "Oh, so this is the reason why you are gathered here."

Nicholas:…

reporter:? ? ?

Why does Anson's voice sound like he's reunited with an old friend? Is there something wrong with that kind of sincere joy?

Is it because the newcomer is overjoyed to finally gain media attention?
Nicholas couldn't understand -

Anyway, from the moment Anson appeared, everything so far is incomprehensible.

But Nicholas reacted quickly, "So, what do you think?"

Ask immediately.

Hurray, with Nicholas's questions, other reporters were also very cooperative and put the recorders in their hands immediately.

It was obviously just a recorder, but it was like a dagger, stabbing Anson's cheeks, mouth, nostrils, neck and other vital points.

That kind of pressure, with threat and impact, rushed towards his face, as if Anson's blood would be splattered on the spot in the next second.

To be honest, even a veteran who has experienced many battles would find it hard to bear the heart of being the protagonist of such a scene; Anson is no exception.

In such a scene, participating as a reporter and participating as an interviewee are completely different things.

Anson could also feel the slight contraction of his heart.

Startled.

However, after a brief period of shock, a kind of excitement and familiarity that cannot be described in words was injected into the blood, and the self-confidence that emerged suddenly made the waist straight.

"Ta-da, I'm here, Studio 24, right?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and a small number of people actually didn't realize what Anson's erroneous answer meant.

Nicholas was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the young man in front of him might be different from what they imagined.

Before Nicholas could speak, a reporter next to him immediately asked, "What do you mean?"

Anson followed the voice and looked over, "I guess this means the rumors don't exist at all?"

Not a declarative sentence, but a rhetorical question——

Ridicule, teasing. Although Anson didn't say it, there was something in his words that was complaining about the reporter's stupidity.

At the same time, he denied the rumors in a joking way. If the rumors were true, then he would not be able to appear here, so his appearance proved that all the rumors were false; but he did not respond directly to avoid conflicts with Bu. Ladd faced a head-on confrontation, still avoiding the edge.

Seasoned, sharp, and accurate.

The most important thing is that everything disappears into the invisible, and there is no trace of the entire handling and response. From words to attitude, it is completely natural.

Nicholas was stunned.

He had some doubts, was he thinking too much?
Maybe Anson was just fooling around; maybe Anson was just escaping... After all, the young man in front of him was only eighteen years old.

It has only been sixty seconds since his debut, which is far from enough to judge a person.

Nicholas perked up again, he needed to test it out again, "So, what you're saying is, you don't think Brad Pitt did this?"

Anson was avoiding it, while Nicholas was forcing Anson to face it.

Before Anson could speak, Nicholas asked again, "In other words, Brad Pitt did this, but in order to prove that he would not listen to others, David Klein went against Brad Pitt's wishes and re-entered the world. You were given a chance and you became their wrestling ground?”

One step, another, aggressive.

The noise subsided again, and all the other reporters around held their breath, because Nicholas' question hit the nail on the head.

Whether it's Brad Pitt or David Klein, both of them cannot be easily offended. No matter whose side you are on in this matter, it means offending the other side. Even though these two days in Los Angeles There are many rumors, and the truth is ready to come out, but it is always just private speculation.

People wouldn't be surprised if someone said that this was David Klein deliberately using Brad's name to stir up news in order to increase his negotiating leverage.

And now.

Nicholas is trying to start from Anson's weak link and pop this bubble.

Everyone, hold your breath.

Not because of the focus on Anson, but because of Brad Pitt and David Crane, that's the real deal.

So, what about Anson?

The face of the eighteen-year-old boy in front of him is still young and energetic, but his brows reveal a temperament that belies his age, calm and calm.

He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, still smiling, and asked, "What do you think?"

Nicholas frowned. He was looking into Anson's eyes. The sunlight was shining in those eyes and he couldn't see clearly. He hit the wall back reflexively, "I believe this is the truth."

Anson also hit the wall without pausing and came back, "Can you prove it?"

Nicholas, "Uh."

He couldn't help but choke. At this time, he was trying to prove this through Anson. Otherwise, would Anson think they were here for a morning jog and sunbathing?
Nicholas did not panic and continued to press, "I am asking for your opinion."

The smile on Anson's lips tightened, and there was a hint of seriousness in his eyes. The golden sunlight instantly burst out with amazing energy, "Whoever claims it will provide evidence."

"Since you doubt this, the burden of proof is on you and not on me. Why don't we hear the evidence that you doubt this."

"Everyone has one mouth, and there is no cost at all for talking nonsense, but I believe that media reporters still have a bottom line of professional ethics and will not talk nonsense."

"so."

After a pause, the smile crept up to his lips again.

"I believe that when you appear here, you must have found the truth, right? I am waiting for the answer from the Uncrowned King."

Anson looked into Nicholas' eyes calmly and directly. He was not aggressive, but exuded a sense of confidence and pride from the inside out.

Nicholas swallowed without noticing, his throat was so dry, and his lungs seemed to be on fire.

There was silence all around.

(End of this chapter)