Just as Fang Jing was looking through Yang Chaoyue's contract, Fu Yanjie took out another cowhide portfolio containing his resume.
"What do you mean?" Fang Jing was confused.
With a smile, Fu Yanjie said: "Interview, I want to join your company."
Fang Jing smiled playfully, "You ran back all night just for this resume? As for that? If you want to join Nanjing, just go to the company for an interview."
"Not entirely for the resume, but mainly for Yang Chaoyue's contract." Seeing that Fang Jing did not take the resume, Fu Yanjie took the initiative to open the winding and placed seven or eight pages of A4 paper in front of Fang Jing.
"Actually, I had planned to go to Nanjing before. I happened to know about you from Yang Chaoyue yesterday, so I took the liberty to come and recommend myself."
After glancing at Fu Yanjie's resume, Fang Jing discovered that he graduated from Huaxia University of Communication, had worked as a host, had been in the industry as an agent for five years, and had brought out two second-tier stars.
"Do you still have second-tier artists in your company?" Fang Jing looked at the names of the little fresh meats above and felt a little strange. As far as he knew, the two young fresh meats were not in the same company as Yang Chaoyue.
"There were some before, but now they are gone!" Fu Yanjie smiled bitterly, "I discovered these two people before and brought them out single-handedly. After they became popular, they were spotted by other companies and ran away."
It's unlucky to say that Fu Yanjie is thirty years old this year, which is an important stage in his career development. In the past two years, he discovered two artists, but before they started to enjoy the fame and fortune, they left.
Later, I found Yang Chaoyue and helped her register for the strongest voice in China. Finally, she got a little better. Now Fang Jing wants to intercept Hu again.
He really couldn't bear it.
"I suggested to the company very early on that they must increase the liquidated damages after the artist becomes popular, but they didn't listen and said it was a waste of money."
The artist's liquidated damages are not to be increased as much as they want. When the penalty is increased, resources must be given to others accordingly. Otherwise, the balance will be one-sided and no one will sign foolishly.
If Huanrui World had been willing to upgrade the contract and let Fang Jing make more money, he would have run away.
If you want the horse to run, but don't let it eat grass, to put it bluntly, the agency wants to squeeze the maximum benefit from the artist at the minimum cost.
"Mr. Fang, give me a chance. I will prove my worth to you!" Fu Yanjie took out another contract and said, "This is another contract for Yang Chaoyue. The liquidated damages are five million."
The contract only has two pages. It should be one included in the previous signing contract, but I don’t know why he took it out separately.
There are text traps on it, and some regulations are so ambiguous that unless a professional lawyer is present, ordinary people will not be able to discover them.
If Yang Chaoyue breaks the contract and changes jobs, she will most likely have to pay five million in compensation if she files a lawsuit!
"I was very optimistic about Yang Chaoyue from the beginning. I learned from the past and just in case I drafted the contract, the company didn't know this page. I went back all night just to get it."
This is Fu Yanjie's last resort. If an artist wants to run away, the one who suffers the most is the manager. The company has liquidated damages to collect. He has nothing. He has worked hard to raise his children and finally ran away to take advantage of outsiders. Who can he ask to reason with?
If Yang Chaoyue keeps this contract, it will be fine if he does not become popular in the future. If he becomes popular and wants to leave, he will be able to earn two to three million with this piece of paper.
"You can really do it. Do all brokerage companies do this now?" Fang Jing sneered as he looked at the contract carefully.
This reminded him of the story of an artist who became famous and wanted to terminate his contract with the company, but in the end the contract was not resolved and he signed for another ten years. At that time, he was probably tricked.
Before they became famous, many artists were only high school students or college students, and they had not read a few books for a few years. They were not rivals of the agency, and they did not know how to find a lawyer to read the contract. They were coaxed and fooled into signing the contract.
"They don't all do this. The main thing is to look at the food." Fu Yanjie smiled sheepishly, "Most of the people in the entertainment industry now are children from rich families, and they don't need the money to pay for a lawyer."
"Some parents even open a brokerage company in order for their children to become famous."
Counterattack from a poor family is a joke in the entertainment industry. In the past, it was because of the times that everyone was not rich. It was still possible at that time, but now, haha.
Every year, the high tuition fees at major film schools are beyond the reach of ordinary people. After graduation, it will be difficult to make a living without a background.
From background actors to stunt doubles, supporting actors, special actors, minor supporting roles, major supporting roles, and then to seven men, six men, and five men...man one, there are many people who can never finish it in their lifetime.
"Arrange your own time, handle the matter well, and report to Nanjing in one and a half months." Fang Jing stood up, lowered the brim of his hat and prepared to leave.
Fu Yanjie's face lit up with joy. He saw the contract still lying on the table and reminded him: "Mr. Fang, you forgot to take the contract."
"You don't have to give it to me. When Yang Chaoyue's game is over, you can take it and ask her for money."
The world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. Fang Jing doesn't care about the five million liquidated damages. He can afford it, but he must give Yang Chaoyue a memory and wait until he can no longer stand up before he comes forward.
It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is even more precious to provide help in times of need.
"clear!"
Although he didn't know what Fang Jing meant, Fu Yanjie did as he was told.
At noon, Yang Chaoyue received a call from Fang Jing, saying that everything had been resolved and that she could compete with peace of mind.
With joy in her heart, Yang Chaoyue suddenly became energetic, jumping up and down with great joy, and invited the dormitory to have dinner for the first time.
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"Are you here? What time is it? Is the news accurate?"
At the Shanghai Airport, a young figure stamped his feet anxiously and cursed, "Sure enough, the news about fifty yuan is unreliable."
In order to block the view, Chen Qi came here this morning without even going to class. She squatted from morning to afternoon, and did not dare to go to the toilet for fear of missing out.
"Little brother, don't worry, our news is absolutely reliable. Fang Jing got on the plane an hour and a half ago." The person who took the photo said and showed him a photo on his mobile phone. In the picture, Fang Jing was wearing a peaked cap and his assistant was beside him.
, the date matches.
"I advise you not to lie to me. My brother-in-law is a policeman. If you want to lie to me, I will ask him to arrest you."
The man laughed. As for what, he paid fifty dollars to call the police, and his information was not false.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Jing's figure came out after being called out for a long time. After confirming his target, Chen Qi picked up Fang Jing's photo and rushed forward. Today he wanted to help Fang Hui get some autographed photos.
It was a pity that there were many people taking pictures on behalf of them. His small body was no match for them. Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, he hurriedly accelerated and rushed in.
"Don't let your children run around."
"Ah! Who touched me?"
"My belt is loose!"
"Bang!"
A black shadow flashed past, accompanied by the sound of falling to the ground. Fang Jing lowered his head, and a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old knelt at his feet. There were seven or eight photos of him scattered on the ground.
The young man's face turned red and veins appeared on his forehead. He was kicked by someone as he was running in a hurry.
"Are you okay?" Fang Jing was startled and helped Chen Qi up.
Today's young people are so crazy about chasing stars that they actually kneel down.