"It's the last two days, the last two days! Buy a magic ball, and you will be the most dazzling magic ball master in the school."

Han Chudong kept playing around with the dog, sleeping, etc., just a few tricks, over and over again.

He continued, "Starting tomorrow, the price will return to normal. Now you can buy three for only $18! Don't miss this opportunity if you pass by!"

This yo-yo, named Super Magic Ball by Han Chudong, is not cool in appearance and color, and the workmanship is rather rough. It can idle for about twenty seconds when asleep, and can last for about half a minute if swung well, and can be pulled back by pulling the rope.

I was planning to make some money from them.

The more I sell recently, the better. Right now I just want to sell all the more than 4,000 units I have at home and earn back the money I spent on opening the store, so I haven’t thought about improving the workmanship or anything like that.

Not many students would carry more than five dollars on them. After all, the school is not a very good one, and there are many campus bullies who specialize in stealing students' money.

When we first started promoting the product, our customers were mostly students, so sales naturally weren’t that high. By the time the school bell rang, we had only sold more than 30 units in total.

The cost was more than 30 US dollars, and including the five sold after school in the morning, the total profit was almost 200 US dollars.

Some of the buyers are parents of students, who only agreed to buy after being pestered by their children.

When paying the money, they curse and say that the young people are not well-educated and that they are always trying to delay their children's studies, etc. Mainly because they feel sorry for the money.

Anyway, I've made the money, so what if I get criticized a few times? I've become thick-skinned after doing charity fundraising some time ago.

Wait until the school gate closes.

He took Da Jun and the watermelon-headed guy and continued to set up a stall in a public school where there were more black people. The school there was going to be over at around 3 o'clock, so the students would come out soon.

As for the school where my mother works.

I just put up an advertisement. Anyway, the students will have to wait until tomorrow to bring money to buy, so it’s up to you whether to go to the stall tonight after school or not.

After parking the car.

Han Chudong took two yo-yos and threw them to Da Jun and Watermelon Head respectively, saying to them, "Hurry up and practice. Don't go to work tomorrow. Come out and set up a stall together.

I’ll give you… two dollars for each one you sell. The patent fee is expensive, and I’ve invested a lot in the early stages. As long as you expand the sales channels like I did, you should be able to earn half a year’s salary in no time, and then you can work directly in my store.”

"What store? Is it an electrical appliance repair shop?" The watermelon-headed guy followed suit, swung the yo-yo over, and got the hang of it right away.

Da Jun immediately shook his head: "I can help you, but forget about repairing home appliances. I don't like that line of work."

"No, I plan to rent the three shops at the Mengouzhifeng Archway and open a home appliance retail store. When the time comes, you can help me deliver goods and receive customers. The salary will definitely be higher than your current job."

Seeing Watermelon Head take out Marlboro cigarettes, Han Chudong also reached out for one and continued, "I've contacted the owners of those stores and gave them three thousand as a deposit. If nothing goes wrong, we'll need to stock up and open the business at the end of this month, so we have to make some money from this stuff first."

"Oh my god, that's great! Your business is getting bigger and bigger, and it can benefit both of us!"

Da Jun said happily that he certainly preferred working at home and under his friend's hands rather than guarding the gate of a warehouse.

Watermelon Head was also quite surprised, mainly because he could chat with someone while working together, and it wouldn't be as boring as working in a factory. He smiled from ear to ear: "Your family agreed? Then you don't have to go to the repair shop anymore?"

"Of course not. As you just saw, selling this thing is profitable. I put up an ad in the morning and attracted so many students in the afternoon. And we are the only one selling it in the world.

You can get a commission from the sales. Selling ten or so a day is more than your salary at work. After trying it, I think the 5,000 customized ones should be easy to sell. It would be best to get some people to help with it. I will wholesale them to them at $5 each."

Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly.

As Han Chudong said, he is currently the only one in the world selling this toy, and he has also applied for a patent in the United States.

Sales are good and there is no shortage of customers to buy, which means he bears all the risks himself.

Getting two dollars in sales commission for each product sold is already very considerable, considering that an ordinary person can only earn about ten dollars a day.

Moreover, there were no competitors in the early stages, so as long as they worked hard, they would not have to worry about not making money in the short term. Anyway, it was definitely much better than Da Jun and Watermelon Head's original jobs, so they were definitely not treated unfairly.

Zhou Nan, the watermelon-headed man, was more active in his thinking. He thought that he had sold more than 30 boxes in just a short while. If he sold that many boxes, wouldn't he be able to get a commission of 60 or 70 US dollars? Thinking of this, he was so excited that he would not miss the boring job sitting by the assembly line. What's more, Han Chudong had even solved their next job.

He made up his mind immediately and said decisively: "I'll do it with you! Give me some goods now, and I'll set up a stall somewhere crowded with people to sell them!"

Hearing this, Da Jun also said, "Okay, I don't want to be a security guard anymore. Even if it doesn't work out, I can find another similar job.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Xiaodong, are you really planning to sell electrical appliances after selling this toy? I feel that yo-yo toys can make more money. Since you have even applied for a patent, why don’t you just keep selling it? The competition in the home appliance industry is very fierce.”

“Patents can be circumvented, but even if they can’t be circumvented, cheap goods made in other countries will soon enter the United States.

When they sell their products on the stalls, we can’t take them all to court, and it will be hard to keep this business going for long.”

Han Chudong didn't think that far. In fact, if he built a brand and gained recognition from users, he could maintain his leading edge even if piracy occurred.

Just like in his memory, "Fire Teen King" and "Speedy YOYO" both made yo-yo brands popular, making people think that they are the genuine products, and other brands, even if of good quality, are just inferior brands.

Reputation is important, and knockoff manufacturers cannot advertise, at least not in countries and regions that recognize U.S. patents.

It was too early to discuss this now. Han Chudong only wanted to make a quick buck and sell the patent later. He said to Watermelon Head:

"Try to learn from me first. If you can't do anything fancy, who would be willing to pay so much money to buy them from you? You must practice until you are very skilled and make them think that these toys are cool. Then you can sell more. Now I will teach you..."

Not long after, the bell for the end of get out of class rang from this small, old public middle school. Almost the moment the bell rang, students came out in groups of three or five.

Or riding a bicycle, or holding a basketball, a football, etc.

In the early 1970s, the social status of blacks was still very low, and the concepts that had remained in people's minds for hundreds of years were difficult to change.

Of course, second brother shouldn't laugh at eldest brother. The status of Chinese is also very low. Looking around, almost all the students are African-American and Mexican.

Seeing Han Chudong and others setting up stalls and shouting, some students came to watch and asked him: "Hey, what are you selling? It's cool!"

"Don't you know the Super Magic Ball? It's the most popular toy right now, and it costs eight dollars a piece."

As soon as Han Chudong finished speaking, several students burst into laughter and said, "How can such rubbish be sold at such a high price? Only a crazy person would buy it. Otherwise, how about selling it to me for ten at one dollar..."