Han Chudong didn't say anything more and just bought a bottle of perfume and a lipstick.

After that, I went to three cosmetics stores in succession, and the feedback I got was the same - they didn't have that kind of mask.

On the way home, he kept thinking about this question.

I feel that I am limited by my science and engineering thinking and have never thought about this more profitable industry. Compared with the two, the market and profit margin of selling batteries are not as high as selling cosmetics. It is not easy to make money from men. Watches, cars, etc. all require high technology and high investment. It is much easier to make money from women.

As long as it looks good and as long as others have it, there will be no shortage of customers.

There are even men who spend a lot of money to please women. The most typical example is diamonds.

To be fair, what man would really be willing to pay a large sum of money for a shiny little thing? It's just to make a woman happy.

Han Chudong was distracted as he thought about these things. Although he was not clear about the specific market size, he felt that the cosmetics market was not necessarily smaller than the semiconductor industry. The entire women's products market was astonishingly large, and the threshold was quite low.

Compared with R&D costs, publicity costs are the biggest expense. As a man of the future, he certainly knows how profitable those things are.

I am very moved by this...

After arriving home, I parked the car in the open space next to the house and walked in with the gift prepared for my mother.

After putting it on the table, I went to the backyard first.

Seeing the little guy lying there motionless with his back to him, Han Chudong suddenly became nervous. When he opened the door and saw it look back at him and stand up with difficulty, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel more and more pitiful about it.

He took off his coat and untied his tie, put little Orika on his knees, and personally helped wipe the snot and eyes and apply medicine.

When it breathes, you can hear a slight snoring sound, as if it is having a hard time.

Stroking its head, Han Chudong saw that there was less dog food in the bowl and the feces looked very soft, but at least it was not as loose as yesterday, so he was very relieved.

Force-feeding liquid food and glucose solution is to give the little ones the strength to fight the disease. It is said that after 15 to 20 days, they may produce antibodies, which means they will still need to be cared for.

Sit with it and play with it for a while.

When it first came home, it could run and jump, but these past few days it walks very slowly, like an old man on the side of the road.

His body still looked quite plump, but mainly because of the excess hair, he had actually lost some weight.

Han Chudong is not a cruel person to begin with. The fact that the puppy is sick has touched the softest part of his heart. Now he just hopes that the puppy can be strong and survive until the day when antibodies are produced in its body.

After spraying it with special disinfectant, put it in the doghouse to rest, and prepare to take it to the pet hospital tomorrow to ask the veterinarian to observe the situation. Give it injections when necessary and take medicine when necessary. Spending a little more money is nothing.

Wash hands, change clothes, and go to the barbecue restaurant for dinner in the evening.

The authentic Kobe beef has such exquisite fat patterns that it looks like a work of art, but it tastes just like ordinary beef.

The whole family had a dinner together and brought the nanny along as well. They will have many days to spend together in the future, and what's more, this middle-aged aunt named Zhao is a close relative of Zhao Dajun.

When she learned that a plate of meat cost more than 40 US dollars, she didn't dare to eat more. She was a very honest person and worked hard.

Han Chudong's father has adapted well now. He lives in a big house, drives a luxury car, and recently he even secretly bought a gold Rolex watch.

He had lived an ordinary life since he was a child. After being poor for a long time, he suddenly became rich. He was afraid that others didn't know that his family had become rich and that he had raised a good son.

Thinking of removing the first two words of "Acting Police Inspector" and officially becoming the police inspector of the branch, Han Yiqiang raised his glass and said, "Chu Dong, come with me for a social event this Sunday. I have an appointment with my superiors to play golf at Brookside Golf Club. I am practicing recently, you should learn it as well."

"Oh, Police Inspector Han has become a big shot, didn't you say you couldn't find any connections? How did you get those connections?"

"A friend helped me invite them. I don't know those people at all. I've been trying to do something practical recently. I kicked out some guys who were charging too much money. I use my people to maintain order in Chinatown. Many people have invited me to dinner these days."

Han Chudong rolled his eyes. Of course he knew that Han Yigun was showing off.

However, the family is not short of money at the moment, so there is no need to worry that he will follow the former police inspector's path. Even if things get chaotic again, at least it won't be as chaotic as before, when dozens of people were fighting in front of the Meng Ouzhifeng plaque and no one cared.

"Okay, I'll go buy a set of golf clubs later. I also want to buy a car. Two seats are too inconvenient. I'll give you this Jaguar to drive. It can be considered a birthday present."

The latter sentence was said to his mother.

When Han Chudong was in school, he saw some international students who came out to gild their reputations often bought luxury cars, and he couldn't understand what they were thinking.

Now that I have money, I realize that a car is just a means of transportation and there is no need to care too much about it. I can earn more than ten or twenty Jaguar convertibles a day, and they really become big toys that can be replaced at any time.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

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Leave with the smell of barbecue.

Just after eight o'clock in the evening, the lights in Little Tokyo were colorful. Although it was not as lively as Chinatown, neon lights of various shapes were hung in front of the shops.

The sparse dark clouds did not completely cover the moon. After Han Chudong separated from his family, he took a taxi to the Moonlight Rabbit Ballroom to find Watermelon Head and the others.

The news that Han's father became a police inspector had already spread.

When he came and sat down at his friends' table, the boss, whom he had met before, immediately brought him fruits and drinks. He was so polite.

His friends also benefited from it.

At this moment, Zhao Dajun said happily: "I just saw Li Huangmao. That guy was sitting alone drinking. When he saw us, he didn't even dare to fart. Now I don't know where he ran off to."

"It wasn't presentable before, and there's no need to worry about it now. Never mind how it's doing in California, and how many towns haven't sold it yet?" Han Chudong drank a glass of wine and ate melon seeds.

Zhou Nan, the watermelon-headed guy, told me, "We've almost visited all of them. We'll continue to visit when new toys come out. Your toys are selling very well. Basically, we go out with a full truck and come back with an empty one."

"Keep going, there are still a few states where no one wants the agency rights. If you are willing to work, you can open up new markets."

When we were selling the agency rights, there were a few small states with a small population and backwardness that no one was willing to go to, so there was actually a market for them.

Zhou Nan nodded immediately and said, "Okay, I should be able to free up my hands next year."

"Hey, hey, hey, look at that woman. It seems like she has been drugged too much. The wretched man next to her is trying to make sexual advances on her. Should I go and save her?" Zhao Dajun glanced into the distance, motioning for them to look.

Han Chudong looked over and saw a fat middle-aged man forcibly hugging a woman, and she was obviously resisting.

Looking again, it was Brother Hou's young wife. I saw her once when I rented the shop, and once again when she helped me deliver money.

I was eating barbecue and drinking some white wine with Han Yiqiang, and I also had a few beers here. At this moment, I realized that something was wrong over there, so I got up and walked over without thinking too much...