Seeing the beakers and measuring cups, didn't it look like the scene in his memory? He thought that he was unwilling to pay and had forced his stupid son into a wrong path. He was so anxious that he sat on the sofa, holding the chemical equation of alkaline dry batteries that he couldn't understand at all, and couldn't help but guess the worst.
I couldn't sit still any longer, so I quickly packed up all the things I had just bought, threw them into the bag and threw them away.
He went out to find Han Chudong, and even began to think about whether he should take out his son's wife's capital and give it to him to start a business.
Although I am not optimistic about the business of selling electrical appliances, it is a legitimate path after all. If I am really tempted to go astray, I will be doomed...
Just a farce.
For Han Chudong, the process of finding suitable ball bearings was not smooth.
I first went to a factory a few blocks away. The smallest ball bearing they could produce had an outer diameter of two centimeters, which was obviously not suitable for use in yo-yos.
I really miss shopping websites, otherwise I could just search for it online.
Thinking that there might be other things that might require small ball bearings, I took a taxi to a hardware store to look for accessories such as fixed wheels and sliding doors. I wanted to remove the usable small ball bearings from them first, but I didn't come across a suitable model.
I was about to give up, so I went home and looked for other bearing processing factories in the Yellow Pages.
At this moment, I saw someone passing by on a skateboard. I suddenly remembered something and hurried to the toy store to find inline skates.
He actually found a pair of roller skates that seemed to be suitable, and also brought a few yo-yos. After buying the roller skates, he started to disassemble the wheels on the spot and borrowed tools to pry off the small ball bearing in the middle.
After trying it by sliding, I felt that it should be usable, so I simply removed the other wheels and left with only the wheels under the strange gaze of the toy store owner.
He went to the hardware store again, handed the drawing he had drawn to the boss, and asked if he could find two pieces of iron and process it into the shape on the drawing.
The answer was negative, so Han Chudong only bought some tools, including a set of carving knives.
I plan to find a piece of wood and carve it myself at home. This is a more convenient way. It is too late to ask a mold factory to help with the processing. I think of making a sample first, and then think about how to mass produce it and how to sell it.
This toy doesn't cost much, and the market is quite huge. From children to young people in their twenties, they are all potential customers. He has no plans to work in this business for a long time, he just wants to make some quick money.
It was almost eight o'clock when I got home with my things.
As soon as he entered the house, the black bag in his hand was snatched away by his father and poured on the table, and wheels, wooden sticks, carving knives and other things were scattered everywhere.
I don't understand what's wrong with Han Yigun.
Just as he was about to ask, his father said worriedly, "Tell me! What have you been doing recently? Did someone ask you to do something bad? Making hallucinogens will get you into jail!"
"……What?"
Han Chudong was completely confused and didn't understand anything at all.
Father Han continued, "Those tools in your room and the equation on the paper show how courageous you are! Have you forgotten what I, your father, do?!"
"That's something that can make a lot of money and can be used to make better batteries. You didn't show it to others, right?" Han Chudong asked hurriedly, his heart tightening.
"Battery?!"
The couple looked at each other.
Han's father, who had been nervous for more than an hour, suddenly had the urge to beat someone up.
There was no need to endure, so I picked up the feather duster decisively...
Han Chudong was beaten for no apparent reason. How could he guess why he was beaten? He returned to his room complaining in his heart. After sulking for a while, he took the things on the dining table back to his room and began to calculate the dimensions for carving.
Time passes by every second.
A little after eleven o'clock, the prototype of the yo-yo was finally formed. After the two pieces of logs were carved, screws were passed through the middle to secure the ball bearings.
I rummaged through boxes and cupboards to find a rope to try. The first time I tried, it tilted too much. I kept adjusting the weight to find the balance point. I worked until almost one in the morning before I finally succeeded.
After I swung it down, about half a minute passed and I shook my fingers to pull it back. The workmanship was rough, but it was very good.
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After successfully finding a manufacturer selling small ball bearings, Han Chudong went to a small factory to order molds.
It was four days later that I actually assembled the yo-yo.
A total of 5,000 sets were customized, costing more than 6,000 US dollars. Ball bearings are not cheap, but aluminum yo-yo molds are expensive. If the price was too low, the small factory would not be willing to help with production. The cost of each one was about one dollar and fifteen cents.
As for the selling price, he set it at ten US dollars each, and went to the city to apply for technical patents and appearance patents, hoping to make more money by selling them to toy manufacturers.
The whole family was mobilized to help assemble thousands of yo-yos, and the living room was filled with large boxes.
That day.
Han Chudong set up a table in front of the school where his mother worked and started playing with the yo-yo, selling it to students passing by.
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The finished product is much better than the prototype carved out of wood. After practicing, he regained the feeling of playing yo-yo in the past. He can play with the silver-white metal yo-yo in many different ways in his hands.
It was just after school at noon, and the yo-yo was placed on the table. Students surrounded it, some were only six or seven years old, and some were high school students in grade nine or above.
At this moment, Han Chudong was playing the "Moon Landing" trick. Standing on the roadside, he shouted, "The world's first batch of super yo-yos! Ten dollars for one, twenty dollars for three! Don't miss it if you pass by. It's the latest toy that's popular all over the world!"
No one had put ball bearings on yo-yos before.
Seeing the yo-yo being played in various ways in his hands, all the students stared in amazement.
Some students wanted to buy one, but they became helpless after hearing the price, and the desire in their eyes was simply undisguised.
There are not many interesting toys these days. Some students have played with yo-yos before, but they have never seen such an awesome yo-yo. Han Chudong can play with it in various ways, and more and more students gather around him.
The stall has been set up for a few minutes, but it’s not open yet.
Han Chudong also knew that the price was too high, almost a day's salary for many parents, but he did not plan to lower the price.
They wanted to turn this toy into a "luxury item" among students, arouse the interest of other students, and make a profit before other toy manufacturers react.
At this time, he continued to play with his hands and continued to say, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. I'll be here before school this afternoon! Does anyone have money? Five dollars will do. Now I'll take out three super yo-yos for sale. After they are sold, they will be back to ten dollars immediately!"
A high school student heard about the special offer and immediately took the bait, squeezing forward and shouting, "I have money! Give me two!!"
"Great! There's only one special ball left! Who wants it? Who wants it?"
"Me, me, me! I want it!"
One little kid finished shouting, with a sad face: "But I still need four dollars, my mom hasn't come to pick me up yet, I'll give you the money when she comes!"
After setting up the stall in front of the school for more than 20 minutes, Han Chudong closed the stall when most of the students had left and took his mother home for lunch.
His mother had just been watching from the side. On the way home, she was gloomy and asked, "Son, this is terrible. We only sold five in such a long time, and there are more than 4,000 piled up at home. If we can't sell them, how can we pay the cost to the owner?"
Han Chudong didn't dare to say that he had money and had already paid for the goods. He had previously told his family that the payment could be paid on credit after the goods were sold, so his mother asked this question.
Driving the old car, Han Chudong didn't care at all and said cheerfully, "Just wait and see. Even if those kids smash the piggy bank at noon, they will still bring money here before school in the afternoon. You underestimate the magic of this toy.
Magic... Yo-Yo doesn't sound good, so let's call it Super Magic Ball from now on, it sounds good!"
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