At 3 p.m., a Santana was parked outside the customs building.

Wang Peng hurriedly walked out of the coffee shop, crossed the road, came to the car, and gently knocked on the car window.

The car window rolled down, and Li Mingzhu smiled and said, "Brother, get in the car quickly."

Wang Peng got into the passenger seat and asked, "How's the matter going?"

"Brother, I found three houses. One is near the main gate of our school, one is next to the Holy Temple Pharmacy, and one is next to the provincial government compound. The rent is about the same."

"We're not considering government compounds, as condoms are a sensitive product. We're also not considering large pharmacies, since our main customers are pharmacies."

"Huh? You mean, we should ask pharmacies to sell our products for us from now on?"

"Yes, in the future, every pharmacy in the provincial capital should have James Bond products. That's our small goal."

Wang Peng carefully recalled the market of the future world, where family planning products had physical stores, unmanned vending machines, and pharmacies were also major sales points.

“Okay, but the landlord across from the school is a bit greedy. He asked for eight thousand yuan right off the bat.” Li Mingzhu sneered, “Three storefronts, three floors, and he dares to ask for eight thousand yuan? I think he’s gone crazy with poverty.”

"You should negotiate with him. The maximum rent you can offer is six thousand a year. If that doesn't work, find another place," Wang Peng said.

The car stopped at the traffic light intersection, and a few dozen seconds later, Li Mingzhu started the car again.

Passing by a small shop, Li Mingzhu stopped to buy two bottles of mineral water.

Wang Peng got out of the car and switched to the driver's seat. He waited for his girlfriend to return and then drove back to Wenxin Residential Area.

"Brother, how are things on your end?"

"It's almost done. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to get the import permit in half a month and see the goods in a month."

"So fast? I need to hurry up and find a place to live."

Back in the cozy residential area, Wang Peng suddenly saw a familiar face. The person walked into Building 6 across the street.

"Brother, who is that?" Li Mingzhu asked.

“Peng Kaijun, who handles our import business, used to live here too,” Wang Peng said. “Now he can’t escape. If we don’t get the license in half a month, I’ll deal with him.”

"Haha, let's go home." Li Mingzhu hugged her boyfriend's arm.

At 10 p.m., at Peng Kaijun's home.

The martial arts drama ended, and the children went back to their rooms to sleep.

Peng Kaijun locked the bedroom door, pulled out a James Bond shirt from his pocket, and chuckled slyly, "Wife, shall we try some imported stuff?"

"Let me see." Ma Lili took the goods from his hands, examining them carefully from all angles. "**It looks good, how much is it?"

"It was a gift from a customer who was planning to import these condoms; he intended to sell them domestically for ten yuan a box."

"How much? Ten yuan a box? Nobody would buy that!" Ma Lili suddenly glared. "Peng Kaijun, tell me honestly, is this really a gift from a customer?"

"It really was a gift from a customer, why would I lie to you?"

Ma Lili snorted, opened the drawer and took out a cover, "Use this one again, keep the new one for now."

"No!" Peng Kaijun hurriedly shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Wife, this condom has been washed three times already, it should be thrown away."

Peng Kaijun felt a chill run down his spine. The condoms in China were very thick; they could still be used after washing, but they were very unpleasant to use.

"Lili, let's splurge this time and use the new one." Peng Kaijun hurriedly opened the box, and after a moment, exclaimed in surprise, "Good heavens, how come the case is so thin?"

Ma Lili frowned and whispered, "Don't rub it too raw, or the sperm might get inside and you'll have to have an abortion."

"Probably not, this is an import from the British Empire, let's give it a try," Peng Kaijun said.

Less than twenty minutes later, Peng Kaijun rolled over onto the bed, panting heavily.

It's thinner, at least five times thinner than domestic products; and it's more comfortable, at least ten times more comfortable than domestic products.

"Quickly turn on the light and check if the cover is torn!" Ma Lili urged.

Peng Kaijun turned on the desk lamp, quickly checked the area, and said, "It's not broken, it's sturdy, you can't even squeeze it open."

"That's strange. Domestic products are made so thick, precisely because they're afraid the condoms will wear out. Foreign products are made so thin, yet they don't wear out at all?"

"Honey, I think their technology is better. Let's buy this one from now on."

"Buy it my ass, it's ten yuan a box, I can't bear to use it."

Both are ten pieces, but the domestic brand only sells for three yuan, a huge price difference.

Peng Kaijun, however, thought differently. He felt that thinner cigarettes were much more comfortable than thicker ones, and that even if he had to borrow cigarettes in the future, he would have to get something good.

The next morning, Ma Lili closed the bathroom door, washed the condoms she had used the day before, and put them in the bedroom drawer.

During lunch, my six-year-old son ran into the bedroom.

"Mom, what's this?"

"Balloon, bring it here."

"Balloon, I want a balloon."

"What the hell do you want!"

Ma Lili hurriedly grabbed the condom, went into the bathroom, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it away.

By evening, Peng Kaijun had developed a taste for it, and the couple had to use a new condom.

Twelve days later, after using up the ten James Bond tablets, Peng Kaijun immediately took a bus to Brothers Tobacco and Liquor Store.

"Manager Peng? Hello, hello."

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

The two shook hands warmly, and Wang Peng led him upstairs to talk.

"Manager Peng, how's my paperwork coming along?"

"Brother, hehe." Peng Kaijun opened his briefcase, took out a document, and handed it to him.

The customs import permit has been issued, and the relevant authorities have approved the order.

Zhongyang Shipping Company was responsible for the transportation. It arrived at the coastal port half a month later and was then transported by train to the provincial capital.

The tariffs and shipping costs increased the cost of James Bond products, which originally cost two yuan each, to four yuan.

"The retail price is ten yuan, and the wholesale price is five yuan. There should be a profit, right?" Wang Peng hesitated because of his inner conflict.

"Boss Wang, I'd like to buy some goods," Peng Kaijun said.

"Hey, I finished that box last time. You're still got some virility, bro," Wang Peng said, opening the drawer. "Ten yuan a box, how many do you want?"

Peng Kaijun chuckled softly and said, "Brother, you probably don't know this, but my wife runs a clinic that sells your James Bond products."

"Understood," Wang Peng said. "Currently, this is the only James Bond product available. The wholesale price is six yuan. How many boxes do you want?"

"Brother, isn't this too expensive?"

"It's not expensive. Brother, once a man has used James Bond, he won't want to use anything else."

Peng Kaijun acknowledged the effectiveness, saying it was indeed very useful.

"Brother, our goods have no brand recognition right now. If I take them back and try to sell them for ten yuan, they definitely won't sell well."

“Who says I didn’t? Do you remember the public service announcement I did on the bus?” Wang Peng said.

"I remember, what's wrong?" Peng Kaijun thought carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The image in the public service advertisement is a cartoon banana wearing sunglasses, exactly the same as James Bond's brand image.

"Wow! You're really amazing, bro!" Peng Kaijun gave a thumbs up. "Give me ten boxes first, I'll try selling them when I get back."

Wang Peng smiled, "No problem, thank you, brother."