Actor in Hollywood Chapter 663 - 661: Three Suits

The air was filled with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

As Anson entered the room, he effortlessly changed the feeling of the space. Even just sitting aside with Edgar, whispering and occasionally bursting into laughter or exchanging knowing glances, he still made the Californian sunlight streaming in through the window pale in comparison, naturally becoming the center of attention.

So people are just like that.

Entering a crowded party, so people quietly hide in the corner as wallflowers, so remain silent yet easily attract everyone's attention, and so are surrounded by layers of people, chatting and laughing as the protagonists. A small space can reveal the various states of life.

Then.

lvin arrives late.

The other two competitors are already in place. lvin joins them with a stride, slightly out of breath, but still takes a deep breath to calm down and thodically puts clothes on the mannequin in front of him—

For the fitting, Anson isn't going to do it himself.

So, the competitors use plastic mannequins, putting the clothes on them, and according to their own imagination and needs, use safety pins and straight pins to adjust the lines and proportions, presenting their ideal look.

Now, lvin is in the final stages.

Just a short sentence surprises Sam.

The atmosphere slightly stiffens.

A small detail reveals that this candidate should be well-versed in the social rules of the entertainnt industry.

Edgar raises his eyes. "If this gentleman is in a hurry, he can leave first. We will contact you later about the follow-up."

"Excuse , is there no ti limit?"

"No."

Anson doesn't say anything—

Sam is left hanging, imdiately understanding the signal being sent. He awkwardly moves his mouth, words vaguely swirling in his throat, but ultimately swallows them down. His gaze quickly scans between Anson and Edgar, and he can't help but feel annoyed.

But he can't let Anson misunderstand. He needs to explain himself; he's definitely not soone who is petty.

Such a small matter is no problem for Edgar at all.

At this mont, it's Edgar who is conducting the conversation, controlling the situation, and solving the problem. This candidate ignores Edgar and appeals directly to Anson, implying that Edgar's words don't carry enough weight and that Anson needs to make the final decision.

However, Anson doesn't intend to embarrass Edgar.

Sam: ...

A subtle tension fills the air.

On the side, Sam glances at lvin, finally unable to hold back.

Edgar doesn't even need to turn his head. Even though the other person's gaze is on Anson, he calmly replies, "If this candidate still has details to add, they can continue working. Don't worry about Anson being here, we're not in a hurry."

In this short ti, lvin has also finished his styling.

Even Anson, the main character, isn't in a rush, yet the candidates who ca for the interview are already anxious. This makes Sam realize he might have made a mistake.

Sam looks at Anson. "We have finished our work, but soone is late and wasting ti, which is obviously unfair."

lvin can sense the competitive edge, but he doesn't want to respond.

Edgar glances at Anson. Anson is still smiling but doesn't intend to speak. Edgar looks ahead and says clearly and concisely.

Everyone says the entertainnt industry is full of intrigue, and the fashion world is even worse - this is true. But lvin has always disliked playing word gas. He firmly believes that compared to scheming, strength and talent are what truly matters.

Because fashion ultimately needs to be tested by the public.

Suppose he fights back here and wins against the competitor, securing the personal stylist job, so what? After Anson appears in the outfit and styling, it ultimately needs to face the scrutiny of the public eye. Good is good, bad is bad, it's not up to him to decide.

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This is lvin's thought—

Of course, such an idea is not welco.

Friends think lvin is too aloof, arrogant, idealistic, and self-righteous. In the fashion world, there are countless diocre people who have no ability but step on others to rise, and there are even more talented people who never get ahead. They still need to learn to calculate and fight.

Reality is cruel.

But lvin still has his persistence.

So, lvin doesn't respond verbally. He just stands beside the mannequin with his hands behind his back, chest out, patiently waiting for Edgar's instructions.

Edgar notices this and can't help but take another look at lvin.

However, Edgar doesn't say anything more. Instead, he turns to Anson and calls out in a playful tone, "Esteed Mr. Wood?"

Anson's eyes reveal a smile. "Captain, what do you think?"

Edgar waves his hands repeatedly. "You know , I have no concept of fashion. If I get involved, it's likely to beco a disaster."

Anson doesn't mind. "Then look at it from the perspective of an outsider who doesn't understand fashion. Which one do you like?"

Edgar takes another look at Anson and imdiately understands:

Obviously, Anson has already made a decision.

Edgar is slightly surprised and asks with his eyes, "So fast?" Anson purses his lips, looking calm and collected, which piques Edgar's interest.

So, which one did Anson choose?

What was originally a fashion ga has turned into a guessing ga, and now Edgar is much more interested.

Edgar turns his head to look, and honestly, he's completely clueless—

Suits. Suits. Still suits.

All three are suits, and they're on mannequins, flat and rigid, making it impossible to tell anything.

Even with different styles and combinations, Edgar, who has no fashion sense, is at a loss, let alone when all three are suits?

Honestly, Edgar really doesn't know what n's fashion is all about.

But he can't say that because he's preparing to build Anson into a fashion icon.

Taking a deep breath, Edgar pulls himself together:

What's the difference between suits and suits?

Besides the color.

The three suits in front of him have different colors. The first is dark gray, the second is black, and the third is dark blue.

At least Edgar can see this, but what about the rest?

Anson, sitting aside, watches Edgar scratching his head and can't hold back anymore. "Haha, Captain, this isn't a guessing ga, there's no right answer."

Edgar has a helpless expression on his face and leans close to Anson's ear. "The third one, the dark blue one."

lvin?

Anson, "Why?"

Edgar spreads his hands, his expression enigmatic. "Intuition."

Anson's eyes overflow with laughter.

Just as Anson is about to speak, lvin silently takes a small step forward, takes off the suit jacket, and like magic, pulls out another jacket from behind and puts it on the mannequin.

Everyone is stunned.

Sam: ... "Wait, isn't this cheating? How can he do that!"

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