Sanders drove home, very excited all the way. He didn't spend a penny when signing the contract. He just used his words to trick those girls into signing the indentures with him.
In just one or two years, each person made more than 6,000 US dollars. This kind of transaction can be said to be a huge profit with no investment.
As for the future life and death of those girls.
He doesn't care.
After returning to the agency, Sanders looked at the shabby two-story building when he got off the car. He thought that he should rent a better place next year and make it like a big company, so that it would be easier to deceive girls.
You can also recruit a few more subordinates, spread them out, and let them look for people everywhere. If you can sign 30 contracts a year, that would be hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you can fool 50 people, that would be 300,000 dollars. If you can fool 100 people, that would be 500,000 or 600,000 dollars...
Hahaha,
You will get rich then.
He walked upstairs with brisk steps, opened the office door with his key, turned around and pushed his butt forward, the door slammed shut, and then turned around to lock it.
He placed his briefcase on the table, went to the mini bar, poured himself a glass of wine, turned on the phonograph, and immediately beautiful music started to play.
He took a sip of wine and slid lightly to the music.
He came to the desk and took out the bills from it. Looking at the thick stack of money on the desk, Sanders lay on it and sniffed hard.
Money smells so good.
He opened the bottom drawer of the desk, took out a long key, walked to an oil painting on the wall, pushed it aside, revealing a small safe behind it.
Insert the key, turn the combination lock, and the safe opens with a click.
There were some important documents in it, as well as a stack of banknotes, estimated to be around four or five thousand yuan.
Sanders neatly stacked the money he earned today inside and admired the thick stack of bills. He felt a sense of accomplishment.
“Bang bang bang~!”
Just then there was a knock on the office door.
Sanders was startled. He quickly closed the safe door, took out the key and put it in his pocket, dialed the random password, and pushed the painting back to its place.
"Who?"
Sanders asked as he walked towards the door.
"To check the water meter."
A male voice came from outside the door.
Sanders wondered.
Check the water meter. Do I have a water meter here?
Then he opened the door.
"Are you mistaken..."
Before Sanders could finish his words, the muzzle of a gun was pointed directly at his face, scaring him so much that he dared not make any sound.
Only then did Sanders realize that he had been robbed.
Henry pointed a gun at Sanders' head and told him to go into the house. Sanders walked in backwards, and just as he closed the door, Matthew punched Sanders in the stomach.
“Bang~Oh!”
Sanders groaned.
This punch made him feel like his stomach and intestines were all twisted together.
He fell to the ground in pain.
Curled up into shrimp.
After Sanders was knocked down, Matthew did not let him go. He took out a rope from his pocket and tied Sanders' arms behind his back.
Henry searched the house, focusing on Sanders' briefcase, which contained only some documents but no money.
Henry came up to Sanders, squatted down and searched his body. Besides the wallet, there was only a safe key.
"Tell me, where is the safe?" Henry asked.
"I don't have a safe. That's the key to my house," Sanders said painfully.
Matthew grabbed Sanders and punched him in the stomach again.
“Ah~!”
Sanders couldn't help but scream in pain.
Henry held up the safe key and sneered, "Do you think we are fools? This is clearly a safe key, and the brand is Diebold."
As he spoke, he waved the key in front of Sanders.
There is a trademark on the key handle.
"No, no, no, I have no money, you can't take my money." Sanders cried.
“Bang~!”
He was greeted with another fierce punch.
Behind the painting, Henry found the safe, inserted the key, and turned to Sanders, "Tell me the password."
“09-15-21.”
Turn the combination lock and the safe pops open.
Revealing the banknotes inside.
Sanders is heartbroken at the moment.
He had just earned a large sum of money, but before he could even enjoy it, it was snatched away. His heart was bleeding.
Henry winked at Matthew, who understood and struck Sanders hard on the back of the neck.
Ga~!
Sanders fainted.
Henry took out all the money from the safe and put it in Sanders' briefcase.
He left the other items untouched, locked the safe, scrambled the combination, removed the key, and put the painting back in place.
Henry tidied up the office so that no one would know that a robbery had ever taken place there.
"Okay, let's go."
The two men carried Sanders out of the house, locked the door, and soon arrived downstairs. A car was parked in front of the main entrance of the brokerage firm. Neil, who had been waiting in the car, got out and opened the back door. Henry and Matthew carried Sanders and quickly got into the car.
The car door closed and drove away from the agency in just a few seconds, and no one noticed what happened.
The car drove out of Los Angeles city and came to the edge of a wilderness forest. There was already a car parked there, and a pit that could accommodate one person had been dug in the wilderness.
The car stopped.
Henry got into the car with his briefcase.
After seeing Hadi, he smiled and said, "Boss, your money is back, not a cent less, and there is more than 4,000 more, which should be the boy's own."
Hadi nodded in satisfaction.
"I'm only taking back my money. You can divide the more than 4,000 among you." Hardy said.
The people nearby laughed happily. They didn't expect that they could make money from such a small job. Each of the eight of them could get 500 US dollars.
"Boss, how do we deal with this guy?" Henry asked.
"Hasn't the pit already been dug?" said Hardy.
Sanders was dragged out of the car. The cold rain hit his face, waking him up. Before he could react, he was thrown into the pit.
He reacted immediately.
An endless feeling of fear came over me.
"Ahhh, no, don't kill me!"
Sanders struggled hard and twisted his body, but he was tied up so tightly that he couldn't break free.
Boom~!
Boom~!
Leo, Nick and others filled the soil with shovels.
Sanders is even more terrified.
"Who are you and why do you want to kill me? I am from the Spanish gang. If you kill me, Red Dani will never let you go." Sanders shouted heartbreakingly.
The men who were burying the soil stopped and turned to look in the direction of the car.
Hardy naturally heard Sanders' shouting.
He really didn't expect that
This Sanders is actually a member of the Spanish Gang.
But it makes sense when you think about it.
What this gang does is fraud. They trick girls into signing contracts and organize them to sell their bodies. If they resist, they will either intimidate or threaten them. There is no difference between this and committing a crime.
If there was no mafia support behind them, this guy probably wouldn't be able to accomplish so many things.
"Henry, go ask him what else he knows." Hardy instructed Henry beside him.
Henry walked over and started asking questions.
Sanders just wanted to survive, so he answered every question Henry asked.
"What do you know about the Spanish gang?"
"I don't know much. I am only responsible for the affairs of that brokerage company and do not participate in other matters."
"Is your agency also from Spain?"
"I own 40 percent, and the gang owns 60 percent."
"How many brokerage firms are there in Spain?"
"I know three." Then he revealed the names of the other two.
"How do you deal with the people you sign contracts with?"
"Some were sold, some went to Jiyuan, some ran away, and some were sent to film companies to make movies."
"What movie company?"
"The Honest Film Company. The Spanish gang has its own Honest Film Company, called 'Meiji' Films, which specializes in making this kind of movie."
Hardy has read a lot of information about Hollywood these days, and he has actually seen the name of the "Maggie" film company.
In addition to more than a thousand regular film companies in Hollywood, there are nearly three hundred honest film companies, which produce a large number of films every year. The performance of many honest film companies is often higher than that of regular film companies.
However, the government is also aware of the dangers involved, so it rarely issues licenses to honest film companies. There are only more than 20 honest film companies with legal licenses in Hollywood, but one of them is "Maggie" Films.
I didn’t expect it was an industry helped by Spain.
They are tricked into signing contracts, forced to sell their bodies, and in the end they either enter a brothel or shoot pornographic films. It is truly a one-stop service.
He is not satisfied with just sucking blood from girls, he also wants to suck their marrow from their bones.
If Marissa hadn't run away.
The outcome was definitely what he said.
Extremely miserable.
Hardy glanced at the guy in the pit from a distance and said coldly, "Bury him!"
“Help~!”
“No~No!”
"Let me go, please let me go~~~"
Amidst the screams and howls, Sanders was buried in the soil.
After filling it, Matthew and others flattened the soil before leaving.
Next year the grass here should be as tall as a person.