From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

"Wow, unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"Don't worry, it will definitely work this time. I'll get my friends to buy tickets and support you at the cinema on Friday."

"After hearing these film reviews, I can't help but feel curious. It's all James's fault for not inviting me to the premiere. I blame him."

"Finally, I can get a good night's sleep for the next two days."

Chatter, chatter, friends were saying goodbye, one by one offering hugs.

Ryan lingered at the end, looking a little restrained, but still showed Anson a smile, the distance seemingly shortened in just two days.

Seth Rogen in front of him complained loudly, "I thought it would be a sea of bad reviews. We came all the way to cheer you up and hide in the bathroom to gloat, but it turned into a carnival party. So disappointing."

"I'm insanely jealous right now, I need to calm down."

Unexpectedly, Anson said with a serious face, "You'll be even more jealous after the premiere box office comes out, please be prepared."

Seth was stunned, blinking his eyes, "Uh, Anson, please don't do comedies in the future. Being handsome and having a sense of humor, leave us a way out. Leave the comedy to us fat guys."

"Haha."

Not only Anson, Ryan standing behind him was also laughing heartily.

Waiting for Seth to leave, Ryan stepped forward, "Congratulations, I'm starting to look forward to it too."

Looking at Anson, Ryan said with a straight face, "'Please look into his eyes, it's the most breathtaking blue this year,' I will definitely pay attention."

That sentence was also from a film review, also giving praise to Anson.

Rarely, Ryan noticed that Anson looked a little restrained—

Suddenly, standing under the spotlight, countless praises poured down like a storm, instantly soaring into the clouds, inevitably feeling a little confused and dazed.

Anson chuckled and joked, "Be careful, don't fall in love."

"Haha." Ryan burst into laughter, "I'll be extra careful."

After saying that, Ryan paused for a moment, subconsciously glancing back, hesitant, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

Anson followed Ryan's gaze—

Brad.

At today's film review party, Brad had been out of sorts, a little down and a little anxious. Although he tried to force a smile, he kept spacing out in the end.

Before Anson could speak, Ryan preemptively said, "Then I'll go first, I'll go to the cinema this weekend, hoping to get a ticket."

The subtext was that the cinema would definitely be packed.

Anson heard it, "I wanted to book out all the cinemas in Los Angeles, but unfortunately, I don't have enough money, so I can only imagine it in my head."

"Haha." Ryan was directly amused and couldn't help but clap and laugh. Although he was worried about Brad, today's party was for Anson and James. After hesitating, Ryan didn't say anything more, and decided to call Brad later.

One after another, all the guests left, and the hall, which had been noisy just a second ago, suddenly became quiet, leaving only a pile of wine bottles and garbage.

James must have been drunk, don't know which corner he was lying in, dreaming; Chris was rummaging through the trash bags in the kitchen, preparing to clean up.

Anson had a headache: Sure enough, partying is fun for a while, but a crematorium afterwards.

No wonder there are professional teams in Los Angeles that specialize in cleaning up parties, and their business is booming.

Anson and the others underestimated the madness of today's party. They thought it was just a small party and didn't prepare well. Now looking at the mess in front of them, calling a professional team at the last minute probably wouldn't be in time.

So, they could only do it themselves.

Letting out a long breath, Anson prepared to help Chris share some of the cleaning work, otherwise, he didn't know how long Chris would be busy alone.

Anson quietly watched Brad, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but say, "Of course, no one should miss such an opportunity."

His words were laced with barbs.

Brad caught it, he stopped, looking at Anson with a confused expression, "What do you mean by that? I specifically found an excuse to postpone the meeting, just hoping to rush back to support you guys, you don't have to thank me, but at least you can show some respect."

Anson shook his head lightly, "Really?"

Brad was a little angry, his shoulders shrugged, "What!"

Anson, "Are you really rushing back to support me and James?"

Brad, "Of course…"

This time, Anson didn't let Brad finish his words, "No, you're not, you're not here to support me and James, if you really wanted to support us, you wouldn't have chosen to be absent when you thought the movie was going to succeed, and then show up when you realized the movie was going to fail."

Brad's expression froze slightly, his shoulders and arms obviously stiffening, "Wh… what? No, it's not like that."

"I told you, I'm at the Hilton Hotel, a producer wants to meet with me, I don't think I should refuse him."

Anson nodded lightly, "Yes, but you still left. What? Suddenly it doesn't matter anymore? Suddenly that producer can wait a little longer?"

Brad opened his mouth, his face full of astonishment, "You… you, and James, I put our friendship first, I thought I needed to support you guys. Anson, this is ridiculous, I refuse to accept your insult."

Anson was not angry, not furious, not sad, just a sigh and bitterness, "Brad, I think you heard the good news from Century City, everyone is saying the movie is a success, obviously, 'Spider-Man' might really explode the market, you're jealous, you're panicking, you can't stand it."

"Why, why did 'Digital Murder' fail, but 'Spider-Man' can succeed, you can't accept this reality."

"However."

"When the rumors of bad reviews got more and more, you suddenly realized, hey, we're still brothers in trouble."

"Only, you didn't expect that those bad reviews weren't bad reviews, just mixed reviews."

"Worse, the mixed reviews were followed by a series of good reviews, and the movie actually came back to life. It seems that my and James's work is still going to succeed."

"You can't accept it, you started drinking, you refused to exchange glances with me and James. When we were celebrating, you were like a party ghost, absent-minded the whole time. You tried to hide it, but you couldn't."

"Brad, you shouldn't drink, because alcohol makes you a bad actor."

Ryan was worried about Brad, and so was Anson. He couldn't ignore Brad the whole party, but he never expected that the expressions and demeanor he saw were completely different from what he imagined. It wasn't until just now that Brad's clumsy lie finally confirmed the worst suspicion.

Anson's eyes were filled with sadness.