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Chapter 134 Then I have to teach you well (Please subscribe)
Tyra followed the nightclub manager Sean all the way to the backstage, then took the elevator to the record company area on a higher floor.

"Boss, I've brought the person here." Sean poked his head in first.

"Let her in." A voice came from inside the house.

So this was Ryan's voice. Terra took a deep breath and walked into the room. She immediately felt Ryan's eyes scanning her.

"How do you feel? Are you still adapting?" Ryan shrugged and asked with concern.

"There's nothing to get used to. Everything is fine. The hotel is even better." The woman opposite seemed a little reserved.

"Just chatting, sit down." Ryan pointed to the seat opposite.

"Okay." The young woman nodded and sat down with her head down. She was wearing a leopard print bikini and had a great figure, with curvy curves. No wonder she could be a print model. She also had the classic temperament of a blonde beauty from the 1970s and 1980s, when the public aesthetic had not yet declined.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Although Playboy has lost its former glory, its screening mechanism is still quite strict. The Playmate girls will even be examined for their academic qualifications and conversation skills. The magazine will also publish the "handwritten letters" of the Playmate girls every month.

Ryan chatted with her for a while and learned that she was the Playmate of the Month in February 07, graduated from Southeastern Louisiana University in 05, and worked as a model for Shirley of Hollywood, a sexy lingerie brand, for five years before becoming a Playmate.

“How much money can you make taking photos for magazines?”

"Everyone is different. I don't get much." Terra shook her head.

“Do you know Hugh Hefner?”

"never seen it."

"Did you shoot for Playboy because you were short of money?"

"I guess so. I wanted to study law at that time, but I didn't get in in the end." She said a little embarrassedly.

"Is this true? What were you reviewing at that time? Recite it aloud for me to hear." Ryan didn't actually believe it. This kind of words were just like the sick father, the mother who ran away, the brother who went to school, and the broken family. He just listened to it.

As a result, the person in front of me actually said a lot.

"Then let me test you on what the regulations are regarding contraband in Florida."

"According to the federal Controlled Substances Act, Florida divides contraband into five categories. Simple possession of Class I and Class ⅠⅠ is a third-degree felony punishable by a maximum fine of $5 and five years in prison. Possession with intent to distribute is a second-degree felony punishable by a maximum fine of $000 and 5 years in prison..." she blurted out.

It was quite smooth. Ryan had just looked around and her appearance was considered to be the best among the short ones. The biggest difference between a print model and a fashion model is the figure. The one in front of him had no problem except for the fake owl. I didn't expect that she had an unexpected surprise.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ryan asked.

"What do you want to do?" She looked up.

"Have you ever considered working here? Help me with some simple matters and help me relieve stress. The office is outside my house and you have to be available at any time when I'm here." Ryan said bluntly.

If she has a stable job, she won't come here to flirt with him. Ryan asked directly.

She tilted her head and then laughed, realizing that Ryan asked her to come here because he wanted to privatize the business.

It's a bit too straightforward... Well, I'm just a tool.

"Ok." Terra nodded.

"Go out and find Sean. He will arrange someone to help you get the job and check your physical examination report. Then wait for me outside." Ryan noticed that there was some chaos on Olsen's side in the surveillance footage on the computer, so he got up in a hurry and didn't bother to say much to her.

"Wait a minute," she suddenly called out just as Ryan was about to leave the room.

"You have to give me a coat, right? How can I find someone dressed like this?" She said a little embarrassedly, still in a bikini.

"There are some in the closet. Take one for yourself and put it back later." Ryan said without turning his head.

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"You ruined my clothes! Why don't you compensate me?" Ao Mei shrank back, a little frightened facing this burly man who was two heads taller than her, but she still didn't let him go.

It is the souvenir sales counter in the outer corridor of the nightclub where Ryan's clothing series is sold, and Olsen is now considered a "little store manager".

"I didn't break it. It was like this when I got it!" the burly man shouted angrily.

"Are you slandering my boyfriend?!" the sturdy man's girlfriend chimed in.

As the situation became increasingly chaotic, a figure blocked Aomei's way.

"The surveillance camera can be seen as you broke it, Elizabeth, call the police now." Ryan appeared in time.

"Oh." Olsen nodded immediately. When the other party heard that there was surveillance, and Ryan himself was there, his status was there, his momentum suddenly became lower.

"Now you can either pay the original price, but when the police come, it will be more than the original price. I can send someone to negotiate with you slowly." Ryan gave the other party two choices.

"It's my bad luck." The strong man smiled bitterly and took out his wallet...

Ryan quickly dealt with the chaotic situation and turned around to hand the money to Olsen.

"Is your performance over? I don't need your help here, just go and do something else." Ao Mei felt a little embarrassed and said quickly.

"How are sales going?" Ryan got down to business.

"There were too many people today, so everything was sold out immediately. All sold at original price. I didn't expect it to sell so well here." Olsen laughed. At least she sold most of the clothes, so she did feel a sense of accomplishment.

You have to know that it has only been a few hours and the stock has been almost sold out in one go. The sales are really hot. The unit price of this kind of clothes is ridiculously high, and the profit is also outrageous.

Ryan also realized that the problem was not with himself, but that Olsen's two sisters were not very reliable.

I still have to figure it out myself in the future.

Faith was quite supportive and said that she had contacted the head of Calvin Klein's (CK) marketing department. After seeing Ryan's photo in "GQ", the other party agreed to let Ryan be the spokesperson for CK underwear next year!
It’s not in vain that I’ve built up those muscular bodies.

"Okay, go do something else. You're not needed right now. I've already contacted people for restocking." Olsen pushed Ryan out.

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Late at night, Sean, exhausted, found Ryan.

"The event was a great success! The number of visitors has increased further than before, and people are almost being squeezed out of the main hall. The publicity is effective." Even though he was very tired, Sean still had a happy smile on his face.

"How much of a role do you think those porn stars out there played in this?"

"Many people come here for them. This activity can be extended for two more days and we can hold an activity every month in the future. Next month...how about we cooperate with the cheerleading team of the University of Florida? Don't you have friends at the University of Florida?" Sean had an idea.

“That’s a good idea.”

"As for nightclubs, there are only a few activities after all."

"Thank you for your hard work today. You will work for an hour tomorrow night." Ryan said.

"No problem." Sean nodded. Seeing Ryan was about to leave, he took the initiative to say, "That woman is still waiting for you. I'll have someone take her to the car later."

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After a while, the navigator's door opened, and the woman wrapped in Ryan's coat stepped into the car wearing more than ten-centimeter high heels.

Ryan held out his hand, and Terra naturally held Rena's arm as she sat down in the passenger seat.

Ryan started the car.

"Have you done similar work before?" Ryan asked casually while driving.

"Not at all." Terra shook her head. To be honest, she was still a little dazed. Yesterday she was still worrying about the rent, and today, she was... sitting next to the big star.

Although this was probably not a long-term job, Terra knew that when the boss got tired of her, he would often just replace her with the next one, but at least she made money.

Then, she cursed herself for being a bitch who had no bottom line for money. She had been able to resist this temptation before.

In fact, many people have made similar suggestions to her before, but she rejected them all.

But to Ryan...she said ok.

what is this?
She turned her head and glanced at Ryan who was driving. The street lights at night shone on Ryan's face. As the car moved, his face flickered. His eyes were deep and his facial features were angular. Suddenly she realized the answer.

Even if he doesn't promise anything, there will still be countless women throwing themselves at him, right?
It only takes a word for him to decide who to choose.

"You're off work, so it's time for me to go to work, boss." She came closer and lowered her head.

Ryan pressed the accelerator deeper and deeper, but she felt very unfamiliar.

"Sorry, I will study hard." She said a little embarrassedly, with a curly hair stuck in the corner of her mouth, looking so embarrassed.

"Really? Then I have to teach you well." Ryan spoke slowly.

(End of this chapter)