After General Manager Cohen left, Hardy went around the film company, visiting each department to understand the situation, and soon came to the performing arts department.

The Performing Arts Department is mainly responsible for artist signing, training, arranging performances, selecting actors for movies, etc.

Thomas, the head of the performing arts department, saw Hardy coming over and stood up to shake his hand. "Assistant Hardy, welcome to the company. If you have any questions about the performing arts department, feel free to ask me."

After the two sides chatted for a while, Hardy asked, "What are the conditions for signing a new actor?"

"If the man is handsome and the woman is pretty and we feel they have potential for development, we can sign the most basic contract with them and then train them. Every year the company recruits a dozen new artists, but so far, there hasn't been a big star. At most, they are still hovering around the third or fourth tier." Thomas said.

"What is an entry-level contract like? Do artists get paid?"

"Yes, $40 a week, 190% of the performance income, the company takes 90%, the contract period ranges from 6 to 10 years, but after gaining some fame, the share will gradually increase, and how much the artist can get depends on his or her own ability." Thomas said.

190% profit, it really is a vampire treaty.

But that's it.

Many people are still flocking to it and want to join this circle.

There are also many people who try their best to increase their fame and are willing to make various sacrifices.

"I have a friend who really wants to enter the showbiz industry. Of course, she will definitely start as an entry-level actress."

Hardy naturally asked this question on behalf of Marissa.

The word "she" in Hardy's words was 'she', and Thomas already understood it a little bit.

Hardy is the boss's newly appointed assistant and is also considered a senior management member of the company. Thomas also wants to have a good relationship with him, and now is the opportunity that comes to him.

"No problem. Ask your friend to come for an interview when you have time. The company's contract quota for this year has been used up. However, 1946 is just a dozen days away and the company will launch a new contract plan. If your friend is suitable, he can sign an artist contract with the company." Thomas said with a smile.

Hardy smiled.

"Let's talk sometime. I'll go check out other departments." Hardy smiled and held out his hand to Thomas.

Thomas shook his hand.

I don’t know if it’s a farewell or a deal.

Some people say that the world is full of human relationships and worldly wisdom. This statement is applicable in many places, including the officialdom, business and workplace.

When I returned to my office, someone had already sent me detailed information about the company, covering all aspects, including financial status, company personnel, equipment reserves, etc.

If you want to truly understand a company, starting with these materials is the fastest way. Hardy looked at the materials carefully.

After coming to this world, Hardy discovered one thing. In addition to his greatly enhanced body recovery ability, his memory was also much stronger than before. Although he did not reach the level of photographic memory, he could still remember 40% to 50% after seeing it once.

Just read it a few more times and you will remember it all and remember it firmly.

This can also be considered as a time-travel golden finger.

By the time Hardy finished reading the information, it was already dark outside.

Look at the time on your wrist.

Half past six.

Going to the factory base in the downtown area?

It seems nothing happened.

Go back to Bill's house and sleep?

It would be better to go find Marissa and tell her the good news that she can sign the contract with Noah's Ark. I think she will be very happy.

Driving to the downstairs of Marissa's house, Hardy found that the windows were dark. Was she not at home?

Ring the doorbell.

Soon the door opened. When Marissa saw that it was Hardy, she smoothed her hair in panic and let him into the house.

"I didn't expect you to come."

After Marissa closed the door, she hid her face to the side, intentionally hiding it from Hardy.

But all this did not escape Hardy's eyes.

He noticed that the woman's eyes were slightly red and swollen, obviously she had been crying.

A circle of bruises was also found on the woman's neck.

Hardy frowned.

"Marisa, what happened?" Hardy asked softly.

"No, nothing." Marissa said evasively.

Her affairs had nothing to do with Hardy, and she didn't want Hardy to worry about her affairs.

Hardy is just a small gang leader. He probably doesn't earn as much as she does every month, and he can't solve her problems.

"Tell me what happened, Marissa. Maybe I can help you with some of the burden. Some things are not good to bear alone."

Hardy stroked the woman's hair and whispered.

At this moment, Marissa felt as if she was being cared for. Her eyes turned red unconsciously and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Sobbing,

Marissa told Hardy exactly what happened today.

Hardy narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Persian Cat Model Entertainment Economic Company.

brad sanders.

He remembered the name.

Marissa was crying as she spoke, with crystal tears sliding down her fair cheeks.

Under the light,

It gives people a poignant feeling.

"Hadi, I've made up my mind. I don't want to be a star anymore. As long as I'm not an actor or a singer, that bastard Sanders won't be able to control me."

"Starting tomorrow, I will not take performance vocal lessons. This will save me a lot of money."

As I said this, more tears flowed.

Hardy reached out and put his arms around Marissa, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"No, no, I think you should still go and learn it. It's your favorite thing, right? You can perform it for me alone, and I also like listening to you sing." Hardy comforted gently.

"Christmas is coming soon. How are you going to celebrate it?" Hardy asked. The sudden change of topic made Marissa a little stunned.

"I'm alone in Los Angeles, how can I survive?"

"I am a person too."

"Will you spend Christmas with me?" Marissa raised her head, stopped crying, and looked at Hardy with her big watery eyes.

"Will you give me a gift?" Hardy asked with a smile.

"Sure, what do you like?"

Hadi shook his head. "You can't ask for Christmas gifts, otherwise it will lose its mystery. I hope it's a special gift that I like."

"Looks like I have to prepare well too, and then I'll give you a gift you like." Hardy said with a smile.

Marissa finally calmed down.

Made a simple dinner.

The two of them lay on the bed and hugged each other.

Did nothing.

They just chatted lightly and the woman slowly fell asleep in Hardy's arms.

......

The next day.

Hardy drove to the downtown factory.

Except for Sean Ryder who was delivering the goods, Henry and his family were all there.

"Any big move over there in Spain?" Hardy asked.

"They are still looking for news about the casino robbery and even offering a $10,000 reward. However, we did it very cleanly and didn't leave any clues. The Spanish couldn't track us down," Henry said.

At this time, Leo said, "Boss, Chris and I accidentally heard a piece of news that the Spanish gang is preparing to expand the drug business. There will be a big drug deal soon, but we didn't get the details."

The Spanish casino was robbed, with a loss of more than 200,000 in cash, and the casino was unable to operate normally for a short period of time. The loss was huge. It is estimated that Dani was preparing to expand the drug business to make up for the losses in other areas.

Hardy thought for a moment and said, "Leo, Chris, you two should investigate this clue carefully, but you must pay attention to your own safety."

"We know the boss."

Hardy turned to look at Henry and Matthew and said to them, "You two go and help me investigate a man named Brad Sanders, the manager of the Persian Cat Model and Entertainment Management Company on Sycamore Street."

"Okay boss, is this person important?" Henry asked.

"Yes, it's very important." Hardy nodded lightly.

He did not act rashly.

Killing is easy.

But it may not be the best result.

Our ancestors have long said that only by knowing both yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.

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