Linda Miller
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Sanders drove home and was very excited all the way. He didn't spend a cent when signing the contract, and he just relied on his words to trick the girls into signing the contract with him. In just one or two years, each person sold for more than 6,000 US dollars, this kind of business can be said to have zero costs and a huge profit. As for the future lives and deaths of those girls,. He doesn't care. When he returned to the agency, he looked at the dilapidated two story building when he got…-
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Within two days, a piece of information was delivered to Hardy. Brad Sanders, 38 years old, Australian, manager of Persian Cat Model Entertainment Agency, is one of the partners of the company, holding 36% of the shares. The following information also includes his residence and daily activities, this guy was divorced a few years ago, He often brings his contracted artists home. Both men and women ~~ Sanders has been sued in court by many contracted artists, but he always wins because he holds…
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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…
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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…
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The relationship between Hardy and Marissa is a bit strange. Lover? no. Getting on the boat does not mean love. From the beginning, they came to Marissa's house just to enjoy the feeling. They should be considered relatively good friends now, the kind that fits well on a boat. Early morning, Hardy got up, Marissa was wearing a camisole and went to help him get his clothes. Hardy touched a handful and said to Marissa with a smile, "I'm going to see Mr. Siegel today and work as an assistant in…
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"Mr. Siegel, what do you need me to do?" Hardy asked. Siegel smiled. "Specially help me make money. The income from your future work will not go through the accounts of the Austrian Gang. We will still divide it by 30–70. I will take 30%, and 70% will go to your team." Strictly speaking, the Austrian Gang does not belong to Siegel, but it is a branch of the Italian Mafia. Most of the money earned by the Austrian gang is handed over to the Mafia organization, and Siegel can only receive part of…
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"I have something to do tomorrow, so I won't come over here. You guys continue to do your work." After Hardy finished speaking, he was about to leave. As soon as he reached the door, Neil followed him out. "Boss, let me tell you something." Neil said. "What's the matter?" Neil took out a delicate small box from his pocket with a Rolex label engraved on it. "Boss, in order to treat my wife, you used your own watch, today I went out and passed by the Rolex watch store, I bought a new watch that…
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Coming out of Siegel's house, Fred patted Hardy on the shoulder and said, "I can see that Mr. Siegel likes you very much, well done Hardy." "Yes, boss." Hardy said. As he drove back in the Ford, he thought about the party he would attend tomorrow and that he needed a suitable suit. It's better to have a good new car. Siegel said he could bring a female companion, but he didn't have any. Hardy thought that maybe Marissa would be interested. Thinking of Marissa, Hardy turned the steering wheel…
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"Your boss?" Hardy asked in surprise. "Yes, the real boss of the Austrian gang, the controller of the Los Angeles underworld, one of the founders of the Mafia, Mr. Benjamin Siegel, is my boss." When Fred mentioned Siegel's name, there was a hint of emotion in his tone. . When the Mafia came to Los Angeles to start their business, Fred was Siegel's right hand man. After the Austrian Gang established a foothold in Los Angeles, Siegel retired behind the scenes, and Fred became the apparent boss of…
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Hardy took the money and was about to go out. Henry and Matthew were watching TV in the living room downstairs. The cartoon Tom and Jerry was playing on the TV, and these two guys watched it with gusto. It is now 1945, the penetration rate of television is not high yet. It is only about 67% in the United States, and there are only a dozen TV stations. The TV is an 11-2-inch black-and-white TV, but it is very attractive to people who have rarely been exposed to TV programs. It would not be until…
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