The Goddess of Wushan, clouds and rain in Gaotang.

The clothes are torn.

Have fun.

Hardy and Marissa have a strange relationship.

Lovers?

no.

Getting on the boat did not mean love; from the very beginning when they arrived at Marissa's house, the two of them just wanted to enjoy the feeling.

Best friend?

Cough cough cough,

Don't mess with this word.

They should be considered good friends now.

The kind that fits in well on a boat.

early morning.

Hardy got up, and Marissa, who was wearing a tank top, helped him get his clothes. Hardy touched one of them and said to Marissa with a smile, "I'm going to meet Mr. Siegel today and work as an assistant in his film company. If there's a chance in the future, I can help you find some acting roles."

Marissa was surprised.

"Really? That's great." He hugged Hardy and kissed him hard.

After getting dressed, Hardy left. Marissa was excited at the thought of acting in a movie in the future.

But suddenly he remembered another thing, and his happy expression disappeared and turned into sadness.

She thought about it.

He took out a paper passbook from the cabinet.

There is a string of numbers on it.

8,500 yuan.

She saved this money with great difficulty.

She made a lot of money at the nightclub, but her expenses were also high, especially for acting and vocal lessons, which sometimes cost dozens of dollars per lesson.

Put on your clothes and get on your bag.

Put the passbook in your bag.

Marissa went out and saw a taxi passing by. She raised her hand to stop it and got in.

"Where are you going, miss?"

"79 Sycamore Street." Marissa gave an address.

......

On the door of the shabby two-story building, there is a sign that reads "Persian Cat Entertainment Model Agency".

Standing at the door, Marissa was a little hesitant, or rather, she felt a little resistant and afraid in her heart, because there were people here whom she hated.

But for the future she had to come.

Go up to the second floor.

Marissa took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

"Dangdangdang".

"Come in."

Marissa heard that familiar and disgusting voice again, gritted her teeth and pushed the door open.

Sitting in the room was a man in his thirties, thin but with a pair of shrewd eyes.

There was a thick pile of documents on the table, and it was obvious that the man was sorting them out.

When he looked up and saw Marissa coming in, the man's eyes lit up, "Wow, wow, look who's here, it's the lovely Miss Marissa."

The man closed the file, stood up, walked to Marissa, and walked around her. "Marisa, I find you're even more beautiful. If you just behave yourself, I'll make sure you become a big star in Hollywood."

As he said this, he ruffled Marissa's dark golden hair.

Marissa shook her head in annoyance and pulled her hair out of the man's hands. She felt disgusted by the man touching her.

"Mr. Sanders, I'm here to talk to you about something." Marissa said with a straight face.

The man stepped back without caring, walked to the table, picked up a cigarette and lit it, "Go ahead, tell me what you want to say."

"I want my agency contract back."

The man smiled gently and extended his hands elegantly, "No problem, haha, as long as you can pay the penalty, the contract can be given to you at any time."

Marissa took out a passbook from her bag, opened it and placed it on the table. "The original brokerage contract had a penalty of $10,000. I have $8,500 here. I will give you the remaining $1,500 as soon as possible."

Marissa came to Los Angeles to pursue her dream, but she knew nothing at that time. She was just a country girl. This guy named Brad Sanders opened a small brokerage company, specializing in finding young men and women who knew nothing, had dreams and enthusiasm, and were most easily fooled.

Brad Sanders accidentally discovered Marissa and thought she was very beautiful. He then used his professional skills to deceive the innocent Marissa.

"I will send you to a training school first."

"You can start as a model."

"I know a lot of movie company owners and big directors, and I can recommend you to make a movie when the time comes."

"You're going to be famous and a Hollywood star."

“You’ll make a lot of money.”

“And you can enter high society.”

A bunch of fooling around,

Marissa signed an agency contract with him in a daze. The contract was for 10 years and the profits were split 19:1 between the two parties, with Marissa taking 10% and Sanders taking 90%.

Marissa also raised objections to the profit sharing at the time. Sanders smiled and said to her, you are still a newcomer and you know nothing. I need to invest in you. When you have achievements and become a star in the future, this contract will naturally become invalid. At that time, I will sign a new contract that suits your status. Don't worry about those treasures.

That's it.

Marissa joined the agency.

But things were not what Marissa had imagined. At first, she was sent for training and took a week's course at a modeling company, and then she was taken to perform.

lingerie show.

A group of girls were walking around on the stage, and in the audience were a group of drooling old men. Marissa questioned that this was not a modeling show but a strip show.

Sanders told her that this was Hollywood, there was never a shortage of beautiful girls, and every girl who wanted to succeed had to pay a price.

"What's the price?"

Sanders smiled and said, "Some of those people in the audience are big shots with status. A director thinks you are good and wants you to audition at his house tonight. If you pass, you can get a role."

So Marissa went to the hotel in a daze, and waited for the next few days, but there was no news at all.

Later, she heard some rumors among the girls in the same industry that many of the so-called directors introduced to them by Sanders were not real directors at all. One girl had met dozens of such directors, but in the end she didn't get a single role.

Marissa was not stupid. She knew that these girls were treated as prostitutes by that damn Sanders, and he gave them to men just to make money.

Marissa was furious and went to Sanders' office to question him, saying she would leave if he lied to her.

At this time, Sanders tore off the hypocritical mask and revealed his vicious face.

"I have your contract in my hands. If you don't obey, you can't engage in any activities related to performing arts or singing in the next ten years. Otherwise, it will be a breach of contract and I will take you to court."

"Ten years. By then you will be over thirty. Haha, how many thirty-year-old women do you think can become famous in Hollywood?"

"Follow me, I will arrange opportunities for you. As long as you work hard, you will succeed one day. Otherwise, forget about becoming a star. You can also go back to your hometown, find a vulgar man to marry, cook, raise pigs, and give birth to babies every day. Hahaha, think about it, in ten years, you will become a bloated old lady. Isn't it scary?"

"If you obey, you will have a chance to become a big star. If you don't obey, you will have nothing."

Marissa was frightened and staggered out of Sanders' office.

In the following days, I continued to participate in modeling shows.

Some time passed.

That day Sanders called Marissa again and told her that another director wanted to interview her. Marissa went to the address despite her disgust. When she opened the door and saw a fat old man in his sixties, she was scared.

Break through the door and escape.

She didn't dare go back to the agency, but went to a friend's house. Her friend came to Los Angeles with her, and because she was not good-looking and had no other thoughts, she chose to work in a restaurant. Marissa stayed with her for a while.

Later, she could not make a living, so she found a job in a nightclub. Because she was pretty, the nightclub manager asked her if she was willing to be a nightclub princess. She could earn much more money than a waitress, and Marissa agreed to make a living.

But she always had the dream.

So after she made some money, she went to find a teacher to learn acting and singing.

During the process, she also found Sanders and wanted to get her contract back, but Sanders naturally refused and told her that she could not get it back unless she paid the penalty.

She remembered that the penalty for breach of contract was $10,000.

During the time she was in the nightclub, she had been trying hard to save money. Apart from studying acting and vocal music, she had very few other expenses, just to get her contract back.

Restore freedom.

......