Within two days, a piece of information was delivered to Hardy.

Brad Sanders, 38, of Australian descent, is the manager of Persian Model and Entertainment Management Company and one of the company's partners, holding 36% of the shares.

The following information also includes his residence and daily activities. This guy divorced a few years ago and now has no wife. He often brings his contracted artists home.

Both men and women~~

Sanders has been sued by many contracted artists, but he has won every time because he holds their contracts.

This guy is a typical black broker.

There are many such brokerage companies in Hollywood. They have no resources, but they talk nonsense and deceive those young boys and girls who come to Hollywood with dreams and ignorance into signing contracts.

As soon as they signed the contract, they were put in shackles.

Use various means to seduce or coerce.

Gradually develop them into duck girls to make money for yourself.

If there is any resistance, they will demand the contract.

Faced with huge penalty fees, many people had to compromise.

There are still many such brokerage companies in later generations, and many people are still deceived every year.

After reading the information, Hardy thought that it would be useless even if he just killed that guy. Sanders was just one of the shareholders. Even if he died, Marissa's contract still could not be terminated.

Fingers drumming on the table.

Slowly thinking about how to solve this problem.

......

Arriving at Noah's Ark Films, I called the staff of the administration department and asked them to contact a few agencies for me. They said that our company is planning to expand the performing arts department next year and asked them to bring their information. If there is a suitable one, we are willing to buy it.

After that, he handed the staff a list of brokerage companies.

"Okay Assistant Hardy!"

The staff took the list and contacted those companies.

Buying actors is a very normal thing in Hollywood. Many big stars of later generations came from small brokerage companies before they became famous, and only signed contracts with big film companies after they became famous.

Sanders was excited when he received a call from Noah's Ark Films. For a small agency like theirs, the biggest way to make money is to sell artist contracts to big companies.

Noah's Ark Films is not a small company and may be able to make some money again this time.

The next day.

Sanders came to Noah's Ark Films.

Although he came quite early.

But there were already two brokerage company executives ahead of him.

Both parties knew each other and exchanged a few polite greetings.

"Mr. Walter, Assistant Hardy asks you to come in." The staff called the first agent in line into the room.

About ten minutes later, Walter came out looking a little frustrated.

Sanders quickly stopped him and said, "Walter, doesn't the other party like it?"

"Mr. Hardy has high standards and is only interested in two of my artists. However, the offer is very low. The transfer fee is only US$5,000 per person. I need to go back and think about it." Walter said and left.

When the second agent came out, Sanders could see that this guy was probably not very successful either.

Walking into the office, Sanders saw a young man sitting behind a desk. The name tag on the desk read "Assistant to the Chairman, Jon Hardy."

Sanders walked forward with a smile on his face, "Hello, Assistant Hardy, I am Brad Sanders, the manager of Persian Cat Modeling and Entertainment Management Company."

Hardy glanced at the guy calmly and said, "Mr. Sanders, please take a seat and show me the artist's profile."

Sanders quickly handed over a thick stack of information.

Hardy started flipping through them, and after looking at four or five, he saw Marissa's information, which was sandwiched between several of Marissa's photos.

Marissa in the photo looked a little young. It should have been taken two years ago. I didn't linger on it for long. I just looked at it for a few seconds and put it aside and continued to scroll down.

There are eleven documents in total.

I have to say that although Sanders is a bit of a jerk, his eye for talent is pretty good. The artists under Sanders' control are obviously a level higher than those of the previous two agencies.

Hardy looked through the information again and pulled out five photos, including Marissa.

"I'll give you 5,000 for each of these five people." Hardy said in a light tone.

Sanders took the information and looked at it. He had to say that this assistant Hardy had a good eye. These five people were the best he had.

"Mr. Hardy, the price you gave is too low. I think their value can reach 10,000 US dollars." Sanders said with a smile.

Hardy shook his head.

"I have no performance experience and no outstanding works. To put it bluntly, I am no different from an extra. If I were to find extras, I would only need to pay them a few dollars a day and a lot of people would come," said Hardy.

"They all signed ten-year contracts, and they still have eight or nine years left on their contracts. Maybe they can become big stars in the future," Sanders argued.

"So what? They are worthless now. Six thousand each, no more," said Hardy.

After hearing the price of six thousand, Sanders was already somewhat tempted, but he was a shrewd businessman, and began to introduce each person's specialties to Hardy, exaggerating their advantages as much as possible, hoping to sell them for more money.

As for the penalty of 10,000 or 100,000 in the contract, it is just a means to defraud the artists. The probability of getting this money from them is very small, so it is better to just sell it directly.

"Six thousand five hundred dollars per person, no more. If you don't think it's suitable, I will look for other companies." Hardy said impatiently.

"Okay, I agree."

Sanders was very satisfied after grinding out another $2,500.

Moreover, among these artists, there are one or two who are in trouble. If I keep them in my hands, I might not get a penny, so it is better to sell them.

"When do you think we should sign the contract?" Sanders asked.

"Let's do it tomorrow. Both sides will prepare the information and sign the contract directly to complete the transaction." Hardy said.

"Okay, okay." Sanders quickly agreed with a smile.

In fact, this recruitment was arranged by Hardy privately. He just used the identity of assistant to the chairman of Noah's Ark to avoid the other party's suspicion.

He is not yet eligible to use the company's funds, which are only tens of thousands of dollars.

However, Hardy had already thought of this. The day before yesterday, he found someone to buy a shell economic company and renamed it "Hardy Economic Company".

Simple and easy to remember.

Hardy owns 100% of the shares.

After Sanders left, Hardy went to the company's legal department and asked the staff there to help him draft a sales contract.

The next afternoon.

The sky was gloomy and it was drizzling.

Sanders came to a bar on Sunset Street with the contract. He didn't understand why the contract was signed in a bar instead of at the film company.

But he had no doubts about Hadi's identity.

It's just a little surprising.

The car stopped by the roadside and he walked into the bar box. Hardy was already sitting there waiting for him, with a middle-aged man in a suit next to him. Sanders quickly walked forward with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Hardy."

"Have you brought all the contracts?" Hardy asked.

"I brought it. I brought it."

As he said this, he took out a stack of contracts from his purse and handed them over.

Hardy didn't answer the phone, but the middle-aged man next to him took it. "This is someone from the company's legal department. He is responsible for checking the contract. Professional matters should be handled by professionals. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Hardy is right." Sanders said with a smile.

After reading all the contracts, the middle-aged man nodded to Hardy and said, "Assistant Hardy, there is no problem with the contract."

"Thank you then." Hardy thanked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man left the box, and Hardy pushed the deal to Sanders, "Take a look. If there's no problem, sign it."

Sanders picked up the contract and read it carefully. He was also an expert at manipulating contracts. He knew there were many complicated issues involved and was afraid that something might go wrong, so he read it very carefully.

There was nothing wrong with the content of the contract, it was just a normal sales contract, but the signature at the back was Hardy Brokerage Company.

Sanders asked in surprise, "Mr. Hardy, why is it Hardy Agency? Shouldn't it be Noah's Ark Films?"

Hadi had already guessed that the guy would have this question, and he said calmly, "Hadi Agency is a subsidiary of Noah's Ark. It was just established to better manage the signed artists. I will be mainly responsible for this matter in the future."

"Whether it's Hardy Agency or Noah's Ark Films, it has nothing to do with our contract, right?" Hardy glanced at Sanders.

"Oh, yes, it doesn't matter, it's all the same." Sanders said with a smile.

Large companies will set up many subsidiaries, and the relationships between these companies are complicated. However, this has nothing to do with his buying and selling. He can sign the contract if there is no problem.

Sanders picked up the pen and signed his name.

Hardy got the contract.

From this moment on, Marissa's economic contract was transferred to Hardy, and now Hardy is Marissa's boss and financial sponsor.

He took out a paper bag from the side and threw several wads of money on the table.

"32,500 yuan, count it yourself."

Sanders quickly took the money and started counting it. Hardy lit a cigar, blue smoke rising, and he narrowed his eyes as he looked at Sanders who was counting the money.

After counting quickly, Sanders smiled and put the money into his wallet. "The count is correct, Mr. Hardy. It's really a pleasure to work with you. I'll take my leave now."

"I'll take you there." Hardy picked up the contract and stood up.

"You are very kind."

The two men pushed the door open and came out. The drizzle was still falling. Sanders said goodbye, got in the car, started the car and drove away.

At this time, a black Ford car started up on the side of the road and caught up with Sanders' car. Hardy saw it, smiled slightly, flicked the document bag in his hand, got into his own car and left.

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