The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 980: Bole Selects Horses
Mood, excited and nervous.

For a moment, Anne couldn't simply describe the feeling. It was a mixture of anxiety and fear, and it was difficult to summarize it simply in words.

And, Anne was worried about Michael.

Michael is in bad shape recently, at a low point in confidence, lacking expectations for life and the future, and urgently needs a breakthrough and a turning point to ignite hope.

But deep down, Anne couldn't help but feel a little excited because of Thomas's wild guesses. Even though she knew she shouldn't, and that this matter was not about her but about Michael, she still couldn't help it.

Finally, Anne took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and looked at Michael.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

In the end, Annie still hid her feelings and left the decision to the person involved.

This is Michael's business, and she should focus on Michael's mood.

Michael didn't say anything, but looked at Anne with a dull look, a little hesitant.

Although he didn't say anything, the answer was obvious. However, Michael was worried about Anne, so he didn't dare to express his thoughts easily.

Thomas rolled his eyes.

"Oh, God, you two."

"It's not that complicated. You shouldn't think of yourself as so important. You're just Anson Wood, not Leonardo DiCaprio."

With just one complaint, eyes from all directions turned to look over.

Thomas was not nervous at all. "Why? I don't care about Anson Wood. Do you have any objection?"

After a pause, he retracted his gaze.

Thomas spread his hands, "Look, he's not that important."

Annie burst into laughter, and her shy mood relaxed. She stopped struggling and fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone.

"I'll call him now..."

Michael was startled, "Here? What are you thinking about? Are you going to expose yourself?"

As he spoke, Michael protected Anne tightly and quickly left the gallery.

Thomas muttered, "I guess Anson doesn't have such security measures," but he kept up quickly, blocking the angle and all potential sight lines towards Anne.

……

Buzz, buzz.

The sound of a vibrating cell phone broke the silence in the room again.

Anson paused for a moment and said, "Luca, you should turn off your phone for a while and let them take a break. At least they shouldn't work during mealtimes."

Apparently, Lucas was extremely busy, and his phone never stopped ringing all night.

This is bad manners at the dinner table, and even more so in French haute cuisine.

Lucas did not refute, but silently picked up the phone, glanced at it, then looked up and looked around, "Anson, this is your call."

Anson:......

Anson put down his knife and fork, picked up his phone and saw that there was actually a call coming in.

Anson raised his head and shook his head gently, "It turns out that people should not be cocky."

Lucas looked at Anson helplessly, with a hint of smile in his eyes.

Anson answered the phone, "Hey, Annie, good evening."

After a few simple greetings, Anson could sense Anne's slightly hesitant tone, so he took the initiative to ask, "Could it be that the filming of 'The Princess Diaries 2' has been postponed, and the director asked you to inquire about my schedule?"

Anne laughed out loud at the joke and followed suit, "Accurate intuition. So, may I ask if Mr. Wood has any time available?"

"Yes. Of course. Since you asked, I have to agree to it." Anson said it directly and neatly without hesitation. Anne was stunned. She had not expected such an answer at all, but when she noticed the gazes of Thomas and Michael, Anne quickly collected her thoughts.

"Anson, I'm calling because I heard you bought a painting in the East Village tonight."

The introduction was a bit abrupt, and Anne regretted it the moment she said it. But seeing Thomas beating his chest and stamping his feet beside him, Anne glared back at him in frustration.

Anson chuckled. "Ah, it seems that news spreads very quickly." Although this is a strategy, the publicity effect seems to be higher than expected. "Why, are you also interested in the exhibition?"

Anne had not expected this response at all. "No, that's not the case. I just wanted to ask..." How should she start? "Why did you suddenly want to buy a painting?"

Straight in front of him, Thomas put his index and middle fingers together, pointed them at his temple, made a thumb-pulling trigger motion, and then stuck out his tongue.

Anne didn't have time to respond before she heard Anson's smiling voice.

"Because I like it."

Annie was stunned, and a feeling of ecstasy came over her heart, "Because you like it?"

"Yes, because I like it and I think it would be a perfect fit for my apartment in New York."

"Oh, God." Anne clutched her chest.

Anson was puzzled. “Is this something worth calling on God for?”

The next second, a cheer came from the phone receiver——

Ahhhh, ahhhh.

Anson blinked, and Lucas and Nora both looked over, but Anson also spread his hands, indicating that he didn't understand what was going on.

Anne, "Anson, Anson! Excuse me, whose work did you buy?"

Anson frowned slightly, vaguely aware of something unusual, but he still answered, "Sebastian Orsino, a new generation creator, but I guess this should be a stage name, from Shakespeare."

Faintly, a guess is about to emerge.

Anne immediately confirmed her guess, "Yes, that's Michael Hathaway, my brother."

Anson did not conceal his surprise—

Such a coincidence?

Anne, “This was the first painting Michael had ever sold and he couldn’t believe it; it was even crazier when we found out it was you.”

"Wow." Anson exclaimed directly, "It seems that the New York art circle is indeed a small circle; but it is an excellent work. Even if it is not me, I believe it is only a matter of time before it is discovered by other collectors."

Anne, "Having said that, you are still the one who broke the ice. Oh, God, I'm sorry, Anson, Michael wants to thank you in person, is that okay?"

"Of course." Anson wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Ahem, Anson...Mr. Wood." Michael's voice came.

"Please just call me Anson, otherwise our relationship might be awkward next time we meet Annie."

"Haha, Anson, thank you. I mean, thank you. This is really important to me, very important." Michael tried to find the right words, but found that his mind was blank, like a fool, "Thank you."

Anson did not refuse, because he himself was an actor, he understood the difficulty of waiting for a ray of light in the art circle. When that moment finally came, words were simply not enough to express his joy.

It's like when Hayden Christensen found out he got the role in "Star Wars Prequels," just like when he found out he got the role in "Spider-Man."

Those moments are still vivid in my mind, yet they seem like a lifetime ago.

"My pleasure," Anson said. "I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future. You have talent and touch. You should trust your instincts."

These simple words are like a ray of light to those who are struggling to pursue an illusory dream in the darkness.

Michael was hit hard and easily. His vision blurred. He took deep breaths and tried to control himself, but it was obviously not an easy task. He looked up at the sky in embarrassment and laughed heartily.

(End of this chapter)