After listening to John's words, Zhang Xudong thought for a while before saying:

"Director John, the company's preparations cannot be completed all at once.

We are not in a hurry, we take it step by step.

What we need now is to get a piece of land to build our headquarters building.

I haven't had time to ask my second uncle how far this matter has progressed.

I'll discuss it with him when I get back and then we'll talk about other things.

Before the company is operational, this vital element must be handed over to you to operate.

Our main goal now is to let more people know about vital elements.

Let more people discover his value.

Director John, sometimes the more unavailable something is, the more people want it.

You want people to be proud to buy a bottle of Vita-Sens.

So you have to control the amount you release so people don’t get the impression that there’s too much.”

John listened to Zhang Xudong's words and said thoughtfully:

"I understand what you mean, it makes people feel that there is never enough of this thing to sell.

To be able to buy this thing, you need not only money, but also connections and relationships.”

Zhang Xudong clapped his hands and said:

"Yes, that's the truth, it's called hunger marketing.

If this works well, people will know that vitalins are a precious commodity when they mention them.

This way we don’t have to do advertising promotion specifically.

Those who bought the vitals will advertise for us when they show off.

Also, you should make good use of this opportunity to expand your network.

I don't understand your affairs as politicians, but I know that having more cronies does have its advantages.

I will give you 500 doses of life essence every month in case you do me a favor.

Just give me a minimum price of thirty dollars per bottle.

As for the rest, whether you sell them for a hundred or two hundred or give them away as gifts, I don’t care.”

John was very happy after hearing what Zhang Xudong said. This new boss was really generous.

With this monthly share of 500 bottles, not only will he earn tens of thousands of dollars more each month, but he will also receive a lot of favors.

Zhang Xudong left John a sweet gift and left the police station before returning to his second uncle's house.

He Jingxian said she was going on a trip and had already left.

Sima Langyue and his son were both asleep, so Zhang Xudong did not disturb them.

When Zhang Xudong returned to his bedroom, he began to worry.

There are people in China who have nothing to do, but when they come to San Francisco, there is plenty of work to do, but there are no people to fill it.

How to get some people to help has become Zhang Xudong's biggest headache.

He couldn't sit still in the house for a while, so he took out two red peonies, tucked them under his armpits, and walked out to the yard.

Dunzi, who was guarding the gate, saw Zhang Xudong coming out and immediately said:

"Master, are you going out? Let me drive you."

Zhang Xudong waved his hand and said, “I’m not going out now, I’m just chatting with you guys.

Your name is Dunzi, right? These are our cigarettes. Please distribute them to everyone."

Dunzi took the cigarette and said happily:

"Thank you, young master. None of us have ever smoked the cigarettes from our house."

After Dunzi handed out the cigarettes, Zhang Xudong pulled him down and squatted against the fence wall.

When the other four or five young men saw this, they squatted around them, smoking and listening to them talk.

"Brother Dunzi, how old are you this year?"

"Master, just call me Dunzi. I don't dare ask you to call me brother."

"What's the big deal? We are thousands of miles away from home, and we are brothers and family outside.

If you are family, don't be so formal. Whoever is older is the brother.

You can just call me Dongzi, calling me cousin sounds uncomfortable."

"That won't do, the gang is very particular about rules.

Without respect for hierarchy, won't we let outsiders laugh at us for not knowing the rules?"

Zhang Xudong didn't expect that his words would cause joint opposition from several people.

"Forget it, just shout whatever you want, as long as you feel comfortable.

Dunzi, are there many people in Chinatown who have served in the military?"

“Hey, not many. Not many people go there every year. Even their own countrymen don’t want to go and risk their lives for their country.

Those of us who are discriminated against by them are even less willing to go.”

"Why, is military service here voluntary? Can you just not go if you don't want to?"

"That's not the case. We have a conscription system here.

Anyone over 18 years old must submit their name for selection.

After those who have no problems are selected, a draw will be made to decide who will join the army.

But married people don't have to serve in the army.

Most of us Chinese get married early, and there are very few who are still unmarried by the age of 18.

So most people don’t have to worry about joining the army.

Besides, even if you sign up, you will most likely not be selected.

They look down on us Chinese and think we are too weak.

If you meet the requirements, as long as you don't want to join the army, there are plenty of folk remedies in the Chinese community that can temporarily alleviate some minor health problems."

"Brother Dunzi, what did you do?

Are you coming to Huaqing now voluntarily or are you being pulled in?"

"Master, we are the ones who are more daring and willing to fight in Chinatown.

I used to hang out at the docks with the president.

When I have nothing to do, I work on packing and unloading ships to earn money.

When we Chinese are bullied, we follow the president and fight against those gangs."

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