The students in this school are not so well-behaved, and Han Chudong knows that.

Hearing the laughter of the students in front of him, he remained calm and asked directly: "Who is the boss of your school? Go and tell him I'm looking for him now, and we'll meet here."

"What, you want to get beaten? Aren't you afraid that you'll get beaten so much that you'll go home and throw yourself into your mother's arms and cry, hahahaha!"

A black student said this in a weird tone, and the laughter suddenly got louder.

Watermelon Head was a little helpless. He had told Han Chudong before that doing business in such a place was not a good idea.

They should go to private schools that are farther away. Students who can enter private schools often come from wealthier families. Families that can afford thousands of dollars in annual tuition will not give their children too little pocket money.

"Stop talking nonsense and go find them. I have something I want to talk about."

Han Chudong continued, playing with a yo-yo in his hand.

The army stood aside, looking alert, and also couldn't guess what he was going to do.

Someone wanted to watch the fun, so he whistled and immediately shouted that he wanted to find a guy named Bailey.

More and more students gathered around, even an old security guard came over. Thinking something had happened, he saw a fight and simply stood aside and watched.

After working in this notoriously chaotic school for so many years, it seems that he has gained some experience and knows that it is best not to interfere.

Don't ever think that it's easy to manage just a group of students. His colleague ended up lying in the ground because he rummaged through the cabinets.

Because the murderer was still young, and in the end, there was no follow-up. For such a small salary, it was not worth it no matter how you look at it...

1973 was not the 21st century with better public order.

Han Chudong underestimated the student named Bailey. When the other party arrived, he was followed by dozens of people.

The students surrounding him automatically made way for him. They had a strong aura, were not very good-looking, and were not tall and mighty. They came up to Han Chudong and asked, "Mi-yan, do you have something to ask me?"

To be honest, Han Chudong's eyes are not small at all, at least they are much bigger than the other person's.

The so-called "squinty-eyed" name is actually an insulting and derogatory term for Asians, just like the Chinese like to call them old niggers.

The atmosphere these days is very bad. Don't expect different races to respect each other. Now that I'm surrounded by hundreds of students, I can't get angry even if I hear this word.

What's more, getting angry just for a name is a sign of inferiority. A truly strong person will not care about the ridicule coming from under his feet.

The situation was not quite what Han Chudong had imagined, and it was a little too late to give up the plan.

Rather than selling one by one, he would rather find an agent in school, which is why he vowed to find the "boss".

There were too many people watching, so we couldn't talk privately. At this moment, with a smile on my face, I whispered, "I have something business to discuss with you. If you do it well, you can earn a thousand dollars. Are you interested?"

Thousands of dollars is definitely not a small amount of money.

The black man named Bailey looked at the toys and realized that he had been thinking in the wrong direction. He put his hand on Han Chudong's shoulder and lowered his voice: "I don't like people cheating me, but I like things that can make money. Tell me, what are you going to do?"

"This toy is great, but I can't sell it to your men. It will be easy if you can help me. I'll sell it wholesale to you for five dollars each. You can sell it for whatever price you want."

When Watermelon Head heard this, his expression was very interesting.

I really want to let Han Chudong see this scene. He was so scared by so many people that his legs were weak, but he still wanted to make money? ! "...You are lying to me, right? It's just a yo-yo. WTF! Why is it so expensive?"

It can be seen that Pele wanted to imitate the Godfather in "The Godfather", but he kept swearing and his imitation was totally weird.

Han Chudong still had the yo-yo in his hand. After he swung it down, it spun in the air. He shook his hand and took it back. Then he swung it down again and started walking the dog. He said, "No, no, no, it's not a yo-yo. It's a super magic ball. We are promoting it and becoming an agent. An agent in San Francisco successfully sold 800 of them and earned five dollars for each one... that's four thousand dollars."

Being considerate, he was worried that the other party might not be able to figure it out, so he just told the number directly to the other party.

Bailey took it and played with it, and was immediately very satisfied.

He walked to the side with Han Chudong and talked in a low voice about the specific sales method. Han Chudong agreed to give him five and keep the other ten to sell first. If they sold well, they would discuss purchasing from him.

No one heard what they were talking about. Han Chudong, the unscrupulous businessman, successfully dragged the other party into the water and kept tempting him with money.

It didn't take long for them to reach an agreement. Bailey, the school leader who came from a poor family and had almost no pocket money, could earn five dollars by selling one. He was very tempted.

A total of fifteen yo-yos are left for the opponent, and the rest depends on Bailey's ability.

When the car left, a group of people were still staring at them. Da Jun asked in a worried tone: "What if the goods are sold but you are not paid for the cost?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"What are you afraid of? When the time comes, let my father collect the debt. I don't believe anyone dares to cheat me of my money. As a legitimate businessman, my father will agree to this. When the next batch of goods is delivered, the money and goods must be settled on the spot. I have just told him so."

Han Chudong drove away from the school and could already see Bailey and his friends playing with yo-yos.

I thought that it didn’t matter even if the agency failed, I could just treat it as an advertisement for my product. I was still in the market development stage, and every student who played with the yo-yo would be a moving advertisement.

All things are difficult at the beginning. The sale ended earlier than expected, so I took the unsold goods and went straight to a private school.

He doesn't have the money to put advertisements on TV, and it won't be easy to recruit agents, so he has to do all these things himself. Da Jun and Watermelon Head only need to learn from them. In addition to learning how to sell, they also need to practice their yo-yo skills.

For young people, this is undoubtedly a great toy. It does not take up space and you don’t have to spend money after buying it. Skating and billiards are charged by time, so you can take it out and play anytime and anywhere.

If it works well, it could really be a big hit.

Just as Watermelon Head had been talking about along the way, the sales of the stall with the yo-yo placed on the hood of the car did soar in front of the private school. Some students even took out a Franklin and asked Han Chudong for the change.

They didn't even mention the discount for buying three. They were ten dollars each, and we sold over sixty of them very quickly.

What a coincidence, when I arrived, school had just ended. I saw some classmates playing with it, and other students also wanted to buy one.

The parents of these children are much easier to talk to than the parents of the school in the morning. Look at the long row of luxury cars parked in front of the school gate, many of which cost thousands of dollars.

Some parents who have many children learn that this is a patented product that has just been launched on the market. Without waiting for Han Chudong to promote it, they take the initiative to buy three or five and say they are giving them away.

It feels great to make money.

Strike while the iron is hot. Da Jun and Watermelon Head had no intention of going home. Since they happened to have a car, they decided to set up a stall in front of a busy shopping mall in the city.

By around nine o'clock in the evening, more than twenty more were sold.

After counting the whole day's income, the total was more than 800 US dollars, enough to satisfy Han Chudong.

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