The Tyrant Billionaire

Chapter 33: Talking and Comforting Marissa

After General Manager Cohen left, Hardy started to work for the film company. He took a look at each department to understand the situation and soon came to the entertainment department.

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

When Thomas, the director of the performing arts department, saw Hardy coming, he smiled and stood up to shake hands. "Assistant Hardy, welcome to the company. If you want to know anything about the performing arts department, you can ask me anytime."

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

"If the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, and they feel that they have a future, they can sign the most basic contract and then we train them. Every year, the company recruits more than a dozen new artists, but so far, there hasn't been a big star yet, and they are just hanging around in the third or fourth tier at most," Thomas said.

"What's the entry level contract like? Do artists get paid?"

"Yes, it's 40 US dollars a week. The company gets 10% of the acting income and 90% goes to the actor. The contract period ranges from 6 to 10 years. But after gaining some fame, the share will gradually improve; how many shares you can get depends on the artist's own talent," Thomas said.

10 to 90 split, it's really a vampire treaty.

But even so, Many people are still flocking to this circle.

There are also many people who work hard to increase their fame and can make various sacrifices.

"I have a friend who really wants to enter the entertainment industry. Of course, she must start as a junior actor."

Hardy naturally asked this question for Marissa.

Hardy used 'she' in his words, and Thomas already had a clear understanding in his mind.

Hardy is the boss's newly appointed assistant and can be 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 his door.

"No problem, ask your friend to come for an interview when she has time. The company's signing quota has been used up this year, but it will be 1946 in more than ten days. The company will launch a new signing plan. If your friend is suitable, she can sign an artist contract with the company," Thomas said with a smile.

Hardy smiled.

"Then let's talk about it when we have time. I'll go check out other departments." Hardy smiled and extended his hand to Thomas.

Thomas shook his hand.

It's hard to tell if that was a farewell or a deal done.

Some people say that the world is about worldliness. This sentence applies to many places, including officialdom, shopping malls, and the workplace.

When Hardy returned to his office, someone had already sent him detailed information about the company, including financial status, company personnel, equipment reserves, etc.

If he wanted to truly understand a company, starting with this information is the fastest way. Hardy looked at the information carefully.

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

As long as he read it a few times, he could memorize it all and remember it very firmly.

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

Hardy raise his wrist to check the time.

six thirty.

Going to the factory base to check?

Nothing seems to be wrong.

Go back to Bill's house after to sleep.

Then it is better to go to Marissa and tell her the good news of signing a contract with Noah's Ark. Hardy thought she would 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.

Not long after, the door opened. When Marissa saw that it was Hardy, she smoothed her hair in a panic and let him into the room.

"I didn't expect you to come over."

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

But all this cannot escape Hardy's eyes.

He saw that Marissa's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and she had obviously cried.

He also found a circle of bruises on Marissa's neck.

Hardy frowned.

"Marissa, what happened?" Hardy asked softly.

"No, nothing happened." Marissa said it in an evasive tone.

Her affairs have nothing to do with Hardy, and she doesn't want Hardy to worry about her own affairs.

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

"Tell me what happened, Marissa, maybe I can share some of it with you. Some things may not be a good thing to bear alone."

Hardy said softly, stroking Marissa's hair.

At this moment, Marissa felt like she was being cared for, her eyes turned red unconsciously, and tears couldn't help but flow down.

Sobbing,

Marissa told Hardy exactly what happened today.

Hardy's eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light in his eyes.

...

Persian Cat Model Entertainment Agency.

Brad Sanders.

He remembered the name.

Marissa shed tears as she spoke, and the crystal tears slid down her white cheeks.

Under the light, it gave the two people a sad yet beautiful feeling.

"Hardy, I've decided that I don't want to be a star anymore. As long as I don't become an actor or sing, that bastard Sanders won't be able to control me."

"Starting tomorrow, I won't take acting or vocal lessons. That's also good i can save a lot of money."

When she said this, she shed more tears.

Hardy put his arms around Marissa and let her head rest on his shoulder.

"No, no, I think you should still learn. That's your favorite thing, isn't it? You can perform for me alone. I also like to hear you sing." Hardy comforted her gently.

"Christmas is coming soon, how are you going to spend it?" Hardy asked. Marissa was a little stunned by this sudden change of topic.

"I'm alone in Los Angeles, who am i suppose to spend it with?"

"I'm alone too."

"Do you want to spend Christmas with me?" Marissa raised her head, no longer crying, and looked at Hardy with watery eyes. .

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

"Of course, what do you like?"

Hardy shook his head and said, "I can't ask for a specific Christmas gift, otherwise, it will lose its mystery, I hope it is a gift that I like and is special."

"It seems that I have to prepare well and give it to you when the time comes. A gift you'll love," Marissa said with a smile.

Marissa finally calmed down.

Made a simple dinner.

The two were lying on the bed, hugging each other.

Just chatting lightly, Marissa slowly fell asleep in Hardy's arms.

The next day.

Hardy drove to the Lower City factory.

Except for Sean and Reid, who went to deliver the goods, Henry and the other guys were all there.

"Is there any big news from the Spanish gang?" Hardy asked.

"They are still looking around for news about the casino robbery and even offered a reward of 10,000 US dollars, but we did it very cleanly and left no clues. The Spaniards can't trace us." Henry said.

At this time, Leo said, "Boss, Kerry, and I overheard the news that the Spanish gang is preparing to expand the drug business. There has been a big drug deal recently, but the details have not been found."

The Spanish casino was robbed, and the loss exceeded $200,000 in cash. The casino could not operate normally for a short period of time, resulting in huge losses. It is estimated that Dani is preparing to expand their drug business to make up for other losses.

Hardy thought for a while, "Leo, Kerry, you two investigate this clue carefully, but you must pay attention to your own safety."

"We know boss."

Hardy turned to look at Henry and Matthew and said to the the two of them "You two are going to help me investigate a person. That person's name is Brad Sanders, the manager of the Persian Cat Model Entertainment Agency on Grant Street."

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

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

Hardy did not act rashly, killing is easy, but it may not solve the current problem.

Hardy wanted to investigate his enemy know him and understand him better before proceeding to take action.