later
The little girl still strongly requested them to change the contract.
She didn't care about the first eight points.
She changed all the following items.
13. 65% of all artist profits belong to the artist, and the remaining 35% belongs to Gong.
14. No commercial performances of artists can be arranged during special national holidays.
15. Artists have the right to discuss, plan, and propose their qualifications for performing, participating, filming, etc. in commercial performances with the person in charge of Gong.
16. The company has the right, duty and responsibility to protect the artist’s itinerary privacy, the safety of residents, and all accompanying persons during filming.
17. The company must provide the artist with makeup artists, assistants, drivers, and other necessary personnel to meet the artist's needs and...
"There must be two agents!" the man said forcefully.
"But why two? I don't need two."
"Be good, if you sign two, you can use two."
"But there are other artists. How can I possibly occupy them all? Besides, their company has five or six artists under one manager!"
"Ah, that's it..." Wen Zhi spoke quickly.
The little girl looked at her in confusion.
She smiled and said, "Although the contract between Ms. Tan and Director Wang is between me and me, if there are other artists, we will also take care of them!"
"Is that so?" The little girl nodded to show that she understood.
She took the pen from the man again and slowly signed her name:
Talk, 渃, and clear.
Several people picked up the contract with tears of joy and handed over another contract. It was not easy, but they finally signed it.
The little girl signed her name on the other copy and lay down on the sofa exhausted.
Why did she feel that signing a contract could be so tiring?
and
"Mr. Gong, I'm so hungry!"
She had gone from school in the morning to the Judiciary Police Station, and then to Gong's to sign the contract, and she hadn't eaten yet.
"Qingqing, you haven't eaten yet? I'll have someone prepare the meal right away—" The man stood up in annoyance and walked to the desk.
I dialed the internal line and asked the secretariat to bring up some lunch.
She lowered her head and glanced at her watch.
Two twenty-one.
The afternoon class starts at 3:40, and there are still seventy-nine minutes left.
After a few people walked out.
He Bin walked in again with today's report.
He stepped forward and whispered respectfully, "President, this is today's KM budget sales and planning list. Please take a look—"
He took it calmly, "How many more?"
"All have been sold, and the rest are all pre-orders!"
"Have all the cars designed by Mr. Gong been sold?" The little girl on the sofa cast a curious look.
He Bin pushed his glasses and nodded, "Yes, this batch of 100 business smart cars that just came on the market have all been sold out!"
"What about the ones that were reserved?"
"Those pre-ordered cars were smart sports cars and smart design luxury cars, and they were all sold out within two days!"
"Wow! Mr. Gong is so awesome!" She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
In just a few days, not only were all the products on the market sold out, but all the pre-orders were also sold out.
The man waved his hand with amusement, "Qingqing, come here—"
The little girl got down from the sofa and ran over.
Just then, the secretary came over with a lunch bag and said with a smile, "President and Miss Tan, enjoy your meal!"
The little girl smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Sister Tang!"
The secretary smiled and shook her head, "Miss Tan, you're too polite!"
She and He Bin walked out one after another.
The man unpacked the chopsticks and handed them to her, "Qingqing is amazing!"
I can't tell whether it's a genuine compliment or a false one.
In short, the little girl thought he was praising her.
I couldn't help but curl the corners of my lips and smile, "Of course, I already know everyone here, Mr. Gong."
The secretary who just left was called Chu Tang. I heard that this was because she loved eating candy when she was a child.
The little girl also thought the name was nice, so she called her Sister Tang.
He rubbed her little head lovingly, placed a few of her favorite dishes in front of her, and said with a smile: "Eat——"
"Well, Mr. Gong eats too!"
"good--"
The two of them had a meal together, which was not sure whether it was lunch or afternoon meal.
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