Sanders picked up the bankbook and looked at the numbers on it. There was a bit of greed in his eyes. $8,500 was definitely a huge amount of money in this era.
The annual income of an ordinary person is only about US$2,000.
Sanders' eyes moved, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he threw the bankbook on the table and said with a smile, "You can save so much money in less than a year; you must have found a sponsor to support you, then congratulations."
Marissa took the bankbook in her hand, squeezed it hard, and said, "I will give you the remaining 1,500 US dollars as soon as possible. I just want to terminate the contract."
"Hahaha, you want to cancel the contract. It's not a matter of 1,500 US dollars; that amount of money is far from enough." Sanders said.
Marissa was stunned.
"What do you mean? Isn't the liquidated damages in the contract only 10,000 $?!"
Sanders curled his lips and showed an evil smile. "It's not 10,000$. You must have read it wrong."
He walked to the contract safe of the company, he opened the safe, took out a portfolio, and pulled out a contract from it.
"It says 100,000 U.S $ on it."
He waved the contract in front of Marissa.
Marissa saw the long list of values in the amount part, which was really 100,000 US dollars, and her face instantly turned pale.
"How can it be 100,000? It's obviously 10,000, and I still have a contract in my hand." Marissa shouted excitedly.
Sanders chuckled a few times, walked up to Marissa, and said with a hint of showoff in his tone, "When you signed three contracts, you only looked at the top one. The one I gave you is indeed the one with 10,000 $, but the remaining two are 100,000$. You signed the contract without even looking at it. You are really a cute and innocent girl, hahahaha."
"I also have a contract in my hand. I may not lose to you in the lawsuit. !"
Marissa gritted her teeth, she has been in contact with many people and things over the past year and has grown a lot. She will not be intimidated by Sanders' words.
"If you go to court, haha, you will definitely lose. I have a copy here, and there is a copy at the contract notary office. It's all 100,000 $. Even if it goes to court, I will definitely win. Little girl, you are still too young.
"You are a greedy bastard!"
"Hehehe, so what? I have a contract in my hand." Sanders looked proud.
Marissa was furious. She looked at the contract shaking in Sanders' hand and reached out to grab it like crazy.
Sanders had been on guard against Marissa and moved much faster than her. He quickly retracted his hand and hid the contract behind his back. With his other hand, he grabbed Marissa's slender neck and pushed her hard against the wall.
"Bang~!"
The back of Marissa's head hit the wall hard.
The impact made her dizzy.
Sanders grabbed Marissa's neck, pressed her against the wall, stretched her face in front of his, stared at the woman with fierce eyes, and yelled:
"Bitch, don't try to escape from my hands; I'll give you a chance, go find you Your sponsor comes up with $100,000; otherwise, you will never leave."
"Go back and beg your sponsor, kneel down in front of him, be careful when serving him, and let him play with you a few more times, I believe. You still have a chance, hahaha~~."
Sanders' hand was so hard that Marissa couldn't breathe, and her whole face turned red.
"Bang~!"
In desperation.
Marissa raised her leg and gave Sanders a kick in the lower body.
Sanders screamed in pain and jumped out.
Marissa saw the opportunity, turned around, and ran out.
Sanders cursed from behind.
"Marissa, you stinky bitch, I won't let you escape my grasp easily unless you get 100,000 $."
Marissa staggered down the stairs and quickly rushed to the street. This was the third time she had escaped from here in such embarrassment.
She waved to stop a taxi, opened the door, and rushed into the car, asking the driver to drive quickly. After the taxi drove some distance away, Marissa felt safer.
Though she was safe, Marissa's heart sank to the bottom.
Only now did she know that damn Sanders, that devil, had lied to her not once but twice.
He even tampered with the contract.
That bastard wants to drain herself completely 100,000$ the amount of money was astronomical to her.
How could she afford $100,000? after returning home,
Looking at the bruises and scratches on her neck in the mirror and thinking about what she had just experienced, Marissa couldn't help crying.
...
Hardy came to Siegel's manor, and Siegel invited Hardy to have breakfast together. After breakfast, the two took a car to the film company.
Noah's Ark Film Company.
At this time, due to the rapid development of Hollywood, film companies were springing up like mushrooms after a rain. Many of them were handbag companies. They spent dozens of dollars to register a company, scraped together a few thousand dollars, rented a machine, and dared to start shooting movies.
Noah's Ark is incomparable to the eight major Hollywood film companies, but among the thousands of Hollywood film companies, it is definitely in the upper reaches.
It Has its own office building, the film production department, performing arts department, marketing department, finance department, administration department, and legal department are all available.
It has its own contracted actors, contracted directors, and screenwriting teams.
All equipment is complete and fully capable of producing a film independently.
There are also distribution rights.
Judging from these conditions, Noah's Ark surpasses most film companies and is already considered very powerful.
But for Siegel, the film company was just a tool for him to enter the upper class, because since he took over the film company, it has never made any money for him, and he has to make up money for the company every year to prevent it from going bankrupt.
When he saw the boss coming, General Manager Cohen brought someone out to greet him.
"Let me introduce you, This is my new assistant, Jon Hardy. Cohen, call the company management over and make an announcement to them."
Siegel pointed at Hardy and said,.
Cohen looked at Hardy with a smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Hardy." He extended his hand.
"Hello, Manager Cohen, nice to meet you." Hardy shook hands with the other party politely.
After convening a meeting with the management and introducing Hardy, Siegel asked about the company's operating conditions.
Cohen said, "We are currently planning to shoot a western themed movie. The screenwriter already has a first draft of the script. It is about three friends.
"Are you sure you'll make money from this movie?" Siegel asked, looking at Cohen.
"Oh~~ The writing team said the story was very good, and the director team said the film is full of human conflicts and should be very thoughtful when shot," said Cohen.
Hardy sat next to him, his eyebrows raised as he listened.
If a movie keeps talking about human nature and ideological height, it will basically be insulated from the box office.
How many movies can there be in history that have the same ideological height and box office?
Obviously, with the strength of people in Noah's Ark its impossible for them to have the ability to make a classic movie like that.
"How much funding is expected to be needed?" Siegel asked.
"The filming cost is initially estimated at 700,000 US dollars. The company can only provide 150,000 US dollars now. What do you think, Mr. Siegel?" Cohen looked at Siegel and asked.
What he meant was to ask Siegel if he wanted to invest money.
Siegel's biggest idea now is to build a Las Vegas casino. He is very short on money, so how can he have any spare money to invest in movies?
"I don't plan to invest in this movie. You can just follow the normal process." Siegel said calmly.
"Okay, then I'll contact other film companies to see if we can get an investment." Cohen said it quickly.
After saying this, Siegel was about to leave the film company. When he left, he told Hardy that he was going to Las Vegas during this time and to call him if he had anything to do.
After Siegel left, Cohen and other department heads exchanged pleasantries with Hardy. After getting to know each other, Cohen took Hardy to an office.
"Hardy, this is the office of the assistant chairman. You can work here from now on." Cohen said it with a smile.
"Thank you, general manager; you can call me Jon from now on." Hardy said.
"Then let's work together."