THE BOOKS
Liquidation Manual
Start Your Own Business! It’s NOT DIFFICULT to GET STARTED when you have The CONSUMER PRODUCTS
LIQUIDATIOS MANUAL.
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The basic definitions used in this business
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What consumer products are and what they are not
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The EXACT phone script that will get you a deal every time!
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What to say exactly and what NOT to say
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Locating consumer products
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By Telephone
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By Mail
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What products to avoid and why
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Submitting products to Rapid Liquidations to sell
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The Manual Will Contain For Use:
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Sample post cards
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Sample Letter
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Sample Fax
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There will be a question and answer section that covers all the basic and frequently asked questions
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The benefits and perks of this business
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Plus a bonus section on how to find BUYERS and SELLERS yourself when you are ready to start your own full liquidation business.
The Universe Within
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Sample of the book:
"His glasses were steamed up, his vision blurred, he was tired and irritable and on top of all that he could not get away from the lab. That cursed deadline imposed on him by the Administration was not helping either - they wanted results yesterday!
Manheim, Theodore R - did not like his name so he had changed it to "Theo". He did this deliberately, despite the fact that his parents and later his tutors had repeatedly told him that a name like "Theo" was not a proper name for such a gifted young man. In response and in further revolt, whenever he got the chance, he would spread his name in its shortened form across some of his most formal and studious papers.
Apart from a dislike of his name, Theo was one of those gifted individuals who disowned any and all responsibilities if he could avoid them; he considered this his right. Way deep down, when it came to the crunch - he was quite a responsible person.
His talent and genius for the Sciences had earned him more diplomas certificates and awards than he knew what to do with - all of which interested him little or not at all. He tended to keep a token few of them on the mantle in his living room to please his folks and retired them to the closet when new ones came along to replace them.
Theo's ability to duplicate and understand complicated mathematical formulas, scientific equations and jargon, had always been with him. The more he used his ability the better and better he got at it.
In school his talent or skill (if you want to call it that) made him some enemies and won him few friends. The popular athletic-type boys did not appreciate the fact that he could spend all his time at parties with the girls while they studied very hard. They resented further the fact that it would simply take him a few hours to scan some books, finish first in exams - and then walk away with honors!
There were some things he liked about school though. Like the time he was invited by the Dean, in his last year of college, to spend the summer with the Dean's family at their retreat in the mountains. The Dean's daughter, Polly-Ann, sure liked him...."
Untamed Sun
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These are poems about love, loss, heartache, whimsical fancy or just plain playing around with words – what I call a bit of "word smithing". In either case, they are all original, unique and were fun to write.
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Untamed Sun
(A dedication)
There are some beings in this universe
Who defy the normally applied adjectives
They love to converse
And are not easily deterred from their objectives
Their sights are mountain high
Which they consider low
Their normal 'look" is beyond the sky
And they do not 'go with the flow'
Such beings are as untamed suns
Shining, shining and forever shining
Their life is full of laughter and puns
And they are always smiling
I've met a few of them
And life was never the same thereafter
They make one want to take life's helm
And steer a better course into the hereafter
To those of us fortunate enough to meet them
I say, with all due deference, do not try to stop one
Cause they are untamable suns
Instead, hold on to your helm
Become an untamed one
And shine line the sun, the untamed sun!
Clifford Woods
Alpha Seven
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Sample of the Book:
"His personal Anti Grav Unit was acting up again for the third time this month and he was not pleased. Just back from searching the Rocklands for evidence of reported Silica migration, it had been necessary for him to repair his AGP unit twice due to dust in its most sensitive parts. It was time to trade it in for a newer model.
Taurant Anderson, six feet three inches tall with a rugged but handsome face and a lean muscular body with an adventurous and prankish attitude toward life, was considered "The" Silica expert on 23rd century Earth. It had started off as a hobby in his school years and his insatiable curiosity lead him into the most extensive study of the formation, structure and later the function of sand and rocks, ever done.
The profession did not pay particularly well, but he enjoyed his work and was fairly well off. His lifestyle could be considered modest by some, but he was more concerned with how much fun he was having. When he was not out exploring some far off region of the planet, he enjoyed his quiet life in his subterranean complex with his computer and its sophisticated interplanetary links.
As a matter of fact he was not really interested in repairing his AGP Unit, at this particular moment, at all. He was actually thinking of the communications and mail that was waiting for him in his computer database. There was a lot to catch up on.
With a casual shrug, he stored the unit in his utility closet and headed for the lounge. 'I'll get to you later' he thought as he descended the stairs to his den. The closer he got to his computer the more excited he became. He was eager to find out what was happening on the various planets he was in communication with. At last count he was accessing some two hundred news bases and was inter-linked with seventy-three planets in this sector of the galaxy.
Taurant walked up to the smooth titanium security door of his den and entered the seven digit manual code and said 'Access T. Anderson Bravo Delta Two'. The security computer matched the voiceprint of his vocal access code with the manual code and satisfied, opened the door.
He entered, said 'lights' and sat at the central console of his interplanetary link and activated the computer as the den flooded with lights."
Galactic Trouble Shooter
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Sample of the Book:
"The night was very black and in the distance the headlights were very faint indeed. The sensor noted the light, measured its length and performed a hundred different calculations on them and their source and after a short time it was satisfied that there was no danger to the things in its care and returned to close quarter's surveillance mode.
In the distance the lights grew larger and came to a stop on the road near the sensor. A pair of feet emerged from the driver's side of the car and the stranger got out. He was a tall, broad shouldered man and quite handsome in all appearance. Yet a close look at his features would reveal that this entity was slightly irritated.
In a gruff and restrained voice he said, "Discontinue physical mode" and walked off in the direction of the sensor. Behind him there was a faint buzz and the space where the car stood was now empty. If a time monitor were available and pointed at that particular spot, one would have seen the jet-black car shimmer, turn slightly silver and fade.
The man stopped and looked around. The car was gone and he surveyed his location. The moon was just showing up in the distance and with his enhanced vision he could clearly see for miles and miles around him. He was in a valley of sorts and the trees were thick near the center of the valley. He checked the main highway about five miles away and all was quiet and he continued his walk towards the center of the trees. He was about fifty miles from Belize, halfway to the next town called Stann Creek. All was quiet as it always was in Belize, British Honduras, Central America, before the rainy-season. He had just returned from one of his monitoring stations in the rain forest.
He approached a large boulder with trees tightly packed around it and paused. He scanned the area for about three miles around and noting that nothing stirred and that the sensors were quiet, he uttered "Open" and the face of the bolder, a space about ten feet high and just as wide, seemed to dissolve before his eyes."