From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

In his ears, he could catch the noise, the wind carrying the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the rustling chaos. The surging crowd coming and going at Paris Fashion Week was slowly being attracted to this corner, gathering silently. One could feel the gathering human wave from the space.

The atmosphere instantly became subtle—

Anson and Winona's composure instantly put the paparazzi at a disadvantage.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that the paparazzi were besieging Bright Summit.

So, what to do?

In the crowd, the paparazzi member could feel Anson's bright gaze falling on him, the surface of his skin slightly hot, stinging his pride.

When had a paparazzi ever been so embarrassed in front of their target?

He stiffened his neck and said loudly, "Is this a threat?"

A preemptive strike, the pot calling the kettle black—the paparazzi were all too familiar with this trick.

Anson smiled.

"Ha."

The corners of his mouth lifted lightly, his eyes still clear.

"I think you might have some misunderstanding about the definition of 'threat,' right?"

"This is negotiation, this is consultation, this is communication."

"Of course, if you want it to evolve into a threat, I have no problem with that either. Mr. Jerry Lewis, are you threatening us that we must cooperate or you will harm us?"

A counterattack, here it comes.

The paparazzi member was stunned, "My name isn't Jerry Lewis."

Anson shrugged lightly, "If you say so."

What was with that nonchalant attitude?

Seeing the paparazzi member's face turning red, as if he was about to explode in the next second, the other paparazzi around looked at each other, knowing that a wise man submits to circumstances.

It wasn't because they were afraid of Anson going for broke, but because Anson was right. The paparazzi were just trying to make a living. Since Anson and Winona were cooperating, they didn't need to push them to the limit, lest they cut off their own escape route.

Of course, the most important reason was that Anson was standing there with a calm face, without any explosive news, any gimmicks, or any news at all.

Were they really planning to stand here forever?

And so.

Someone moved their feet and made way.

With the first, there was a second. A passage slowly appeared in the dense encirclement, as if Moses was performing magic in front of the Red Sea.

That "Jerry Lewis": ? ? ?

He simply couldn't believe his eyes. So what was happening here?

Winona was the same.

All along, they had always been embarrassed and窘迫 under the paparazzi's siege, just look at Leonardo DiCaprio and Dustin Hoffman.

They were always dodging, always running away, and even had to make bizarre moves.

For example, Leonardo covering his head with a shopping bag, or pulling the zipper of his hoodie all the way up to hide his face completely in his clothes.

For example, Dustin hiding behind a trash can or a telephone pole, just temporarily hiding himself with whatever he could find nearby.

In fact, they weren't fools. They knew that they couldn't hide themselves like that. Only a seven-year-old child would believe that they could hide behind a telephone pole without being discovered; but why did they still insist on doing so?

A gesture.

Because they knew they had nowhere to escape. The paparazzi were like flies that couldn't be driven away. As long as they were still breathing, they couldn't get rid of these flies; but that didn't mean they were willing to compromise. At least they needed to express their attitude, to protest in this way, a little rebellion.

However, Anson offered another gesture—

He didn't avoid or dodge, but expressed rebellion in a different way: he wouldn't let the existence of the paparazzi disrupt his life; even more, he wouldn't cower in fear because of the paparazzi's siege.

He had his own life.

Winona was a little dazed. She didn't know how Anson did it, but the fact was that Anson did it, retreating completely under the paparazzi's siege.

In full view, Anson and Winona left the encirclement unhurriedly.

Winona cautiously and sensitively looked back at the paparazzi who still hadn't dispersed, quickly withdrawing her gaze to look at Anson, "Are we going to run away now?"

Even Winona thought that Anson's words just now were a delaying tactic.

Anson revealed a smile, his face serious, "No, we're not running away."

Winona was stunned.

Anson, "They'll still follow, but they'll soon realize that there's nothing worth taking pictures of."

"In fact, they're not that complicated. They want explosive news, they want gimmicks, just like sharks want to see blood; but if there's none of that, they'll soon get bored and leave on their own without us having to drive them away."

Subconsciously, Winona looked back again—

The paparazzi hadn't left, but they hadn't approached either, following them not too far, not too close.

Anson and Winona kept their promise and walked towards the Seine along the road; the paparazzi didn't attack either, but Winona noticed a detail.

"They're nervous." Winona looked at Anson, as if discovering a new continent.

Anson nodded, "They're worried that we might run away at any time, so they need to keep their nerves tight at all times, but we don't need to."

"It's the same usually."

"They try to dig up explosive news and create conflict. They need to stay nervous. If we get caught up in it and break our own life rhythm, then we become victims; but if we choose to ignore it and continue to stick to our own life rhythm, they won't bring any trouble. On the contrary, they are the victims of this profession."

"How does that saying go?"

"Just like flies. Right, the paparazzi are just like flies."

Winona was still tense, looking back again, only to find that all the paparazzi raised their cameras at the first sign of her movement, a uniform conditioned reflex that was quite spectacular, while she was still leisurely strolling.

This made the corners of Winona's mouth lift slightly, and she even raised her right hand and waved at the paparazzi, as if playing a prank—

Click, click, click.

Winona laughed happily, her eyes, eyebrows, and corners of her mouth all full of smiles, and patted Anson's arm, "Did you see that just now?"

Anson also laughed, "Try it a few more times, and they'll get tired, then they'll get bored, and finally they'll disappear."

"So, we really don't need to ruin our own lives because of them. Look, it would be a pity to miss the beautiful scenery in front of us."

Winona didn't understand why, but the smile was still on her lips. Following Anson's gaze, she looked over, and a bright and warm orange color gently rippled on the Seine. The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the whole world was shrouded in a brilliance. Time was frozen at this moment, making people unable to take their eyes away.