hollywood angel investor

"Hello, I'm looking for Louis Adolf." Yan Ruxin registered at the front desk.

"Okay, please wait a moment...Louis Adolf...I'm very sorry, ma'am, we don't have this employee here, do you want to ask for the name again?" The blonde beauty at the front desk responded professionally and politely.

"No? Okay, thank you, I'll ask again." Yan Ruxin nodded gently.

But she was muttering in her heart...

This cunning old fox misled her again, right?

He also said that his current disguise is a broker with little money, so he has to fly economy class and live at her house.

The front desk couldn't find him, which meant that he was not CAA's agent at all.

Yan Ruxin dialed the phone.

"I'm already at the front desk, where are you?"

"Come in directly, I'm in the meeting room." The gentleman said very authentically.

"..."

Under the dubious guidance of the front desk lady, she walked through the corridor and came to the conference room.

The organizational structure of this world's top brokerage company is quite different from other companies.

In the company, brokers and agents have no positions, but are called by their first names. This is to create an atmosphere of equality for everyone.

By the way, no matter whether it is a big-name movie star or a new star, the commission of its artists is always 15%, and the contract is short-term for two years.

Correspondingly, the conference room can be used by anyone at will.

So Yan Ruxin couldn't confirm what Marcos's disguised identity was for a while.

But think about it this way...

If you just want a fake identity, you can just be a salesperson in a corner supermarket, a new waiter in a restaurant... such a job with high mobility and low social involvement is the best choice, right?

Although Marcos' style of painting is less compatible with those jobs.

But hooking up with a company like CAA, there must be some intention behind it.

"Button." The moment the blond lady knocked on the door, the door of the conference room was pulled open.

The figure of Marcos appeared at the door, he was wearing a pure black suit, and he was wearing sunglasses on his face...

As an ordinary person, a bad guy would be mistaken for a bodyguard.

But the hidden aura on his body made it impossible for anyone to mistake him.

I have to say, this somebody who appeared on the stage with his own bgm at first sight doesn't need narration and subtitles, just standing here is enough.

The glamorous blond lady was taken aback for a moment, somewhat at a loss.

The front desk lady came back to her senses and resumed her professional briefing.

The grim gentleman simply ignored the front desk lady.

"Come in." He ordered, but suddenly he stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her in, and the door slammed heavily behind him.

boom!

"Wow~" She was caught off guard, she didn't expect that he would pull her suddenly, and stumbled into the conference room, her high heels slipped, and she was about to fall, but he picked her up...

Then, she slammed into his arms fiercely.

"Be careful." His voice came from the direction of the top of his head, a slight heat stroked his hair, but his tone was cold, with a sense of oppression in his words.

What's the situation?

Did he really not consider her ability to respond all of a sudden, and did it carelessly?

She frowned and looked up...

It was found that this momentum was not directed at her.

The gentleman was scanning everyone present with a calm, but startling look.

She could even observe that the person he was glancing at couldn't help but flinch a little.

and so……

Before she came, what did this *oss do to these poor "victims"?

A man about 50 years old, sitting in the main seat, with the aura of a superior man, can barely look at this side calmly.

Beside him, there were a few people who were also surprised, but tried to avoid eye contact, and looked like shareholders or management.

Marcos gestured for her to take the lead on this side of the conference table.

Without changing her face, she smiled politely at everyone present calmly and gently, sat down calmly, and nodded to everyone present.

hum~

She wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in this man's gourd.

"This is Angela Mellon, my partner." Marcos introduced, he turned to Yan Ruxin, "This is Richard Lovett, the current president of CAA, and some others."

Partner?

Well, don't know what he wants to do.

And... this kind of irresponsible introduction, do you consider the feelings of "some other people"?

"Then, let's continue..." the cold man who combed his hair meticulously said calmly.

Yan Ruxin listened for a while, and finally understood the situation.

Marcos actually came to take over CAA, and planned to lay off 10% of the employees drastically.

He has nearly [-]% of the equity in his hand, and the equity is very scattered. CAA, which has hundreds of shareholders, large and small, is already a major shareholder.

In CAA, Michael Ovitz is more remembered by the world than Richard Lovett, the current president.

He is one of the founders of CAA, and also a top agent in Hollywood, who has been elected as "The Most Influential Person in Hollywood" for three consecutive years.

There is a small story that can well reflect its "influence".

After attending the funeral of Disney President Frank Wells with 5000 guests, Ovitz once said to his wife: "If I die tomorrow, 2.5 people will attend my funeral."

His wife was puzzled, Ovitz said: "Because everyone wants to confirm whether I am really dead."

The status of this powerful figure in Hollywood is unprecedented, and it is still unknown whether there will be no one in the future.

Whether it is Murdoch, Redstone...these well-known media tycoons, they all have to be inferior to him.

However, since Ovitz retired, CAA has been run by a management team led by Richard Lovett.

Ovitz joined Disney in 1995 with great ambitions, but was severely injured and dismissed two years later.Today, Michael Ovitz is an individual investor, a philanthropist, and a collector.

But he still has the shares of caa in his hands, and also has a position that no one can replace.

"With all due respect, Mr. Adolf, although you have already controlled the board of directors, you cannot directly intervene in the decisions of our management, let alone order us to lay off employees. Now the company is operating well, although it has been affected by some financial crises. It’s much better for other companies.” Richard said stiffly with a dark face, “Unless you call a board meeting and dismiss me, neither I nor the company’s management will agree.”

"Oh, really?" Marcos said with a half-smile, standing behind Yan Ruxin, with his hands on the back of the chair, quietly but with murderous intent, "Sometimes, if you want to achieve your goal, you can't There is no need for complicated means, Mr. President. How about you make a phone call and greet the lady who lives at No. 32 Jilvina Street, shall we continue our chat?"

Yan Ruxin could clearly see that Richard froze on the spot for an instant, his face was several times uglier than before, and there was an unconcealable panic in his eyes.

Next, Mr. Demon amply proves that he lives up to his name.

He called the names of seven or eight people in succession, and what he said in every sentence was probably a secret that everyone thought he was the only one in the world.

There is condensation ready-made, and the atmosphere is like falling into an ice cellar.

The devil!

He has everyone's secrets and weaknesses in his hands.

"Then... this matter is decided like this. I hope things can progress smoothly, and I don't like too many twists and turns." He put his hand on Yan Ruxin's shoulder, and tapped lightly with his slender fingers.

The strength of the fingertips was insignificant, but each stroke seemed to hit the hearts of the well-dressed and seemingly glamorous people present.

Except for Yan Ruxin and Marcos, everyone present looked embarrassed.

"Okay, we will do as you said." Richard collected himself, stood up and replied blankly.

The other people also got up one after another, lowering their heads one by one, pretending to submit.

Marcos raised his thin lips slightly, looked at his watch, lowered his head and leaned into Yan Ruxin's ear and said, "I'm hungry, it's 12:30 noon, it's time for dinner."

"..." She froze for a moment, her gaze met his.

So, her so-called "partner" has been sitting here watching for so long...

Just to wait for his master to have dinner with him?

This function is simply inferior to that of a vase.

She also thought that if she called herself, she would have a chance to appear on the stage!

Did something go wrong?

He took it for granted, and seemed to be seriously thinking about what to eat for lunch.

"Cough...it's very close to Beverly Hills, why don't you eat there?" Yan Ruxin suggested kindly.

Beverly Hills is not only a world-famous mansion area, but also a representative of luxury life in Hollywood, and a gourmet paradise where top restaurants gather.

Many of the world's top Michelin chefs have opened restaurants here.

Marcos came up with the name of a famous restaurant at the Montage Hotel in Beverly Hills, opened by celebrity chef Scott Conant.

Yan Ruxin knew that many of the dishes in this restaurant were amazing, she immediately salivated and nodded her head in agreement.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two left caa calmly.

Along the way, whether it was CAA's manager, or the company's artists and stars, they all paid attention to them.

She followed him down to the garage before asking.

"Why do you insist on CAA layoffs?" Yan Ruxin asked curiously, because the reality is just like what Richard said, it is not so bad that layoffs are needed to tighten expenses.

"Of course it's for entrustment. The commission has already arrived." After hearing this, he took out his mobile phone to look at it, and replied as a matter of course, probably because he was in a good mood. He hooked his lips and explained further, "I have shares in my hand. After this period of time has passed, it will be another piece of pocket money to divest CAA's assets, reorganize them, integrate them, and then sell them off."

Yan Ruxin stared at this gentleman who was too good at making money with her green round eyes.

After two seconds, she said: "This is not pocket money~"

With the means of this big touch, the proficiency of asset divestiture and reorganization is definitely not low.

After a rough calculation, the income is quite considerable, at least reaching the level of tens of millions.

But for the first operating company, this is really a catastrophe like a catastrophe.

Not to mention those who were laid off for no reason.

Unemployment is not a good thing for anyone, and these people's families may still need them.

I am afraid that the entire company will experience a major turmoil, and all departments will also have to panic for a while.

Ultimately, after buying and selling, it's not clear if you can move on.

Although it did not violate the law, such an operation treated the company and its people as objects.

It can be said that it is ruthless in the absolute sense, only focusing on purely rational judgments, and stripping away any emotions.

Yan Ruxin herself rarely does this.

It's not about talking on a moral level.

Compared with the high-yield but high-risk thrilling profit of walking on a tightrope at any time, she prefers to be as gentle and effective as boiling a frog in warm water, and to obtain as much benefit as possible with minimal investment and effort.

She is like the utilitarian side of football who likes to defend and counterattack, while he prefers exciting, intense, dramatic attacks.

Of course, in essence, the two are not too different.

It's all about winning.