Chapter 6: Can I Become a Star?**

**Chapter 6: Can I Become a Star?**

Fat Anthony Temple, a partner at Brad Agency, is 24 years old, a graduate of New York University, standing at 172 cm and weighing 189 pounds, with an oval-shaped body that is not smaller than Susan's.

Initially, he doubled as Richard's boxing manager, but after feeling dissatisfied with his job and being coaxed by Richard, he quit and joined BAA.

After the last incident, Anthony left New York with the money to lay low, and Richard prepared to flee to Los Angeles to open a branch office.

Unexpectedly, someone attempted to assassinate Andy. Busy dealing with gang conflicts, Andy had no time to bother them.

The two decided to stay put for the time being and observe the situation.

"Richard, have you eaten?"

Anthony walked into the office, munching on a hot dog, his hair in a mess, wearing a wrinkled suit, and his chubby face smeared with a yellowish streak of egg yolk.

"Anthony, you're our BAA general manager, a company executive. Can you pay a bit more attention to your personal image?"

"What's wrong with my image?"

Anthony spread his hands and looked at them.

Splat~ A piece of shredded carrot fell onto the table.

Richard frowned deeply, grabbed a napkin, and meticulously wiped the table, even blowing on it. Damn cleanliness obsession.

"Anthony, how is Cathy's illness?"

"Still under observation in the hospital, preparing for surgery next month."

"Hope Cathy will be fine."

Cathy is Anthony's mother, formerly a caregiver at Newburg Orphanage, who was quite kind to Richard. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.

"Anthony, how much money do we have left?"

"Cathy needs surgery, so I left $50,000 at home as a backup. There's $170,000 left here."

Anthony placed his work bag on the table.

The bag contained over thirty stacks of green bills, looking very appealing.

"Take this $50,000 for Cathy's surgery; it might not be enough."

Richard pushed five stacks towards Anthony.

"Is this okay? Will Andy come asking us for money?"

"Not for now, he's too busy. We'll deal with it if he asks later."

"Alright!"

With $120,000 left, how should it be spent?

Rent for a year is unpaid, deducting $25,000, Susan's salary is $6,800, the old car is broken down and needs to be replaced, the office needs a renovation to not look like a junkyard, and Anthony needs a new suit.

After these calculations, less than $50,000 remains. What can be done with that little money?

"Anthony, I want to make money, a lot of money. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Emm~ You're handsome and well-built, you could find a rich woman."

"Be serious!"

Richard knocked on the table.

"Alright, last time you beat Balare, your appearance fee increased to $2,000 per fight, $20,000 for ten fights. Just take more fights to earn money."

"No, I've said before, boxing is a part-time job. Our main focus is on the agency, making the company bigger and stronger, and creating brilliance together.

You've been to college, you're smart. Do you have any ideas to help BAA grow bigger and stronger?"

Richard asked expectantly.

"No, I've always opposed you starting an agency, and I still do. Look at the founders of those big agencies, which one isn't a big shot in the circle?

Some are star artists themselves, some are managers of big stars, and some are shareholders of film companies. These people have strong connections and influence in the industry, so many big stars join them.

What do we have at BAA? Funds, none! Connections, none! Resources, none! We only have one agent, me.

Do you think anyone would come to such an agency?"

Anthony waved the hot dog in his hand, spraying Richard with spit.

Richard held back his disgust and asked, "Then what do you suggest?"

"Simple, do what others do.

If you want to be the founder of an agency, follow their growth path. First, apply for a job at a big company, become an artist manager, learn the industry rules, build connections, accumulate funds, and in a few decades, you should be able to start an agency."

"A few decades is too long."

The information in his mind is only for the next twenty or thirty years. In a few decades, the information would be outdated.

"Is there a fast-track method?"

"Yes!"

"What?"

"I've mentioned it before."

Anthony stared at him, grinning.

Richard frowned, "You want me to be an actor and break into the entertainment circle?"

"Yes, you have a good image and great physique. Whether it's Hollywood or San Fernando Valley, you have great potential.

Look at Stallone, he starred in *Rocky*, became an instant hit, and became a martial arts superstar. You could learn from him.

Once you become a big star with funds and connections, starting an agency would be a breeze."

Anthony blinked his small eyes as he spoke.

"No, I have a cleanliness obsession, I can't shoot those kinds of movies."

Richard shook his head.

"I was just giving an example. You don't have to shoot adult films; we can take normal roles."

"But rookie actors usually start with small roles. I'm so handsome, the chairman of BAA, and you want me to take small roles?!"

Richard stroked his face. As a handsome guy, he naturally had an image burden.

"We won't take small roles. Let's start with supporting roles. How about that?"

Anthony blinked his small eyes and said.

Richard thought for a moment, hesitating, "Why don't we recruit some artists and train them into stars?"

Anthony scratched his face, "Train stars? With what? We have nothing! What we're doing now is to make you a big star first, creating a golden signboard. Then we can attract other artists. If you can't become a star, how can you train others?"

"Don't rush. Let me think."

Richard thought, becoming a star first, then starting an agency to make money. It sounded good, but wait, the purpose of starting an agency is to make money. With the information in his mind, making money this way is faster.

Starting an agency is a means. With money, he can interact more with high-level people and get to know big shots to benefit from them.

But if he could become a star, it seems easier to get in touch with those potential big shots.

"Anthony, can I become a big star?"

"Of course, you're a natural star."

Anthony affirmed.

Richard looked in the mirror, indeed.

From childhood to now, people always said, "Richard, you're so good-looking, it's a pity if you don't become a star."

Thinking about it now, they were right.

He's so handsome; there's no place other than the entertainment circle that can accommodate his handsome face, strong body, and restless soul.

Not entering the entertainment circle would be a waste.

"Then go arrange it. Remember, it has to be a supporting role. A small role doesn't match my superior face."

Richard joked.

"Hehe, wait for my good news!"

Anthony wiped his mouth and rolled out.

The garbage bag on the table fell to the floor, making the clean desk greasy, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Susan, can you help clean the office?"

Richard leaned on the railing, flashing a charming smile.

"You're not busy. Why don't you do it yourself?"

Susan rolled her eyes.

"Susan, come to get your salary!"

"Coming!"

Ah, indeed, the most beautiful and enchanting thing in the world is still money. My face is slightly inferior.