The first day’s sales results are there.

So much so that when Han Chudong returned home he was showing off his power and even asked his father Han Yiqiang to help him boil water for a bath. While talking he took out a pile of banknotes and coins and placed them on the dining table, looking so generous.

Obviously, he made more money from organizing the donation lottery last time, but that money was not made public, and until now Han Chudong has not dared to mention it to his family and friends.

This time is different. The money earned this time is clean. In order to have a higher status at home, it is necessary to show off some wealth.

After a busy day, my arms are sore.

In order to sell the yo-yo, he swung the ball thousands of times, even breaking two of the ropes. Now, with the whole family looking at him in disbelief, he was in a very good mood.

Han Yigun couldn't hide his excitement. He went to the kitchen to get some water and put it on the gas stove. But when he came back, he said, "You sold it at such a high price. There are fools out there. Don't brag to us. You haven't even made back the cost. I advise you to lower the price and sell it quickly. No good will come of it if you are evil-minded."

In the past, both father and son disliked each other, and it was common for them to quarrel with red faces.

Ever since the car accident and after lying at home for so long, Han Chudong seemed like a different person. Until now, his father has not adapted to it, so his words are full of hostility.

"You're wrong. It's because they can't afford it that those students want it more. If anyone can buy it with two or three days' pocket money, wouldn't it lose its appeal? Don't worry, I've asked Da Jun and Watermelon Head to help me. I've asked them to quit their jobs and work with me. They'll set up stalls tomorrow. I'm sure this batch of goods will sell. I'll think of a way to produce some plastic yo-yos with lower costs in a few days, and then I'll lower the price."

Han Chudong's mother was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She thought what her son said made sense.

He chimed in, "Yes, I saw some students playing with it in school today. There were a lot of people around them. The Dean of Academic Affairs wanted to confiscate it, but when I found out, I talked to him about it. So we just let it go and sell it again tomorrow?"

"The bait has just been spread, so of course I have to continue. If it can become popular in a small area first, I will go to toy stores and sell it directly wholesale. The profit will be smaller, but the sales volume will be greater."

Listening to his son's clear and professional explanation, Father Han felt relieved but also a little depressed.

In the past, he had always been the breadwinner of the family, but Han Chudong had only been busy for a few days, and today he had earned more than his own two-month salary.

Although he was happy, he still had some emotions. He waved his hand, called the elderly couple who were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling, and said, "Let's continue assembling tonight. Anyway, we are not sleepy yet!"

Out of the 5,000 units that were custom-made, only a few hundred have been assembled. The assembly work does not require much technical skills, it just takes time.

…

Yang Hongyi is a little boy who just turned fourteen. His grades are not the best in the class and are at the average level.

Yesterday at noon, he saw someone setting up a stall at the door to sell things, but he didn't pay much attention to it and just rode his bike home.

It was not until the afternoon that I noticed that a classmate next to me was playing with a very cool yo-yo in class. I heard other classmates talking about it and they said it was called a super magic ball.

After seeing it, he was fascinated by it and wanted to own the toy urgently, so he planned to buy one to play with.

I was shocked when I learned the price, but I was still young and didn't know how hard it was to earn money. I lied to my parents for the first time in my life, got five dollars, added some money I had saved, and went straight to the toy store to look for the super magic ball.

The toy store owner was also depressed.

I have heard the customer talk about that toy more than once today, but he doesn't even know what the so-called "super magic ball" looks like. He only knows that it is a yo-yo, and he is thinking of bringing back a batch next time he purchases goods.

Of course Yang Hongyi failed to buy it. He was tormented for several hours, but he didn't see the stall selling magic balls again until he went to class the next morning.

Whenever the little guy sees classmates playing during breaks, his eyes are full of envy.

After asking around with his friends, he found out that it was possible for him to come over at noon. He easily found two classmates who had brought money like him, and they decided to form a group and buy together, which would save a lot of money.

After finally waiting for the school to be over, they rushed out of the school gate as soon as the teacher left, and their faces were full of smiles when they saw the roadside stalls.

I squeezed through the crowd, asked the price and paid, and I felt that my life was complete...

Da Jun and Watermelon Head went to other schools to set up stalls. Each of them tied a box containing two hundred magic balls to the back of their bicycles.

Without a mobile phone to contact them, Han Chudong had no idea how their sales were doing. In fact, he didn't have the energy to think about them. He underestimated the purchasing power of students. As soon as the school gate opened, a large group of buyers gathered around.

Among the customers, there were high school students of the same age as him, as well as little kids with no hair around their lips and speaking in baby voices, who quickly surrounded Han Chudong.

I was so busy that I had no time to think about anything except collecting money, and my pockets were being filled at an alarming rate.

Students are easy to deal with, but some parents who want to satisfy their children's desire to buy toys always like to ask questions and are more difficult to deal with.

At this moment, a middle-aged man complained: "Why is this thing so expensive? In my opinion, it is only worth two US dollars, not as good as the diabolo at home!"

Han Chudong didn't hide his eye roll, saying, "Do you know about patents? We hired a lot of experts during the research and development, and they charged us for shipping, labor, materials, and design fees, and they're all free? It's up to you whether you want to buy it or not, but please don't make things worse, okay?"

He has met several such customers, and all they want to do is to lower the price.

However, Han Chudong is not an auntie selling vegetables in the vegetable market or clothes in the clothing store. If she has free time, she will have the time to bargain with them. At this time, she really is not in the mood to deal with such potential buyers.

If I sell it at a low price now, wouldn’t I be destroying my own job in front of my students?

Even if he didn't do that business, he wouldn't lower the price. After saying that, he ignored it and continued to sell it to other students who brought money.

The middle-aged man felt insulted and immediately left, telling his son to buy it somewhere else.

The little guy looked so pitiful. When he saw his classmates playing with the magic ball, he almost cried again.

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As long as toys are interesting, once some students have them, other students will want to buy them too.

After advertising yesterday, sales skyrocketed immediately. Within twenty minutes after school, Han Chudong had sold hundreds of yo-yos. Most of them were bought by groups of three. He made about five dollars from each one.

His mother stood at the school gate with a smile on her face.

If she wasn't a teacher, it would have a bad impact if she set up a stall in front of the school where she worked, so she was ready to help sell.

I know very well how much the profit is. My son earns the money without stealing or robbing. How can I not be happy as a mother?

Before going out in the morning, Han Yigun didn't even mention going to the repair shop to continue being an apprentice. He was probably scared by the profit from selling toys. It didn't matter if he started repairing electrical appliances later. Only a fool would delay making big money for such a thing.

It was lively for only a short while. Those who had money had already bought their tickets, while those who didn't have money but were still thinking about it went home after watching for a while. Some students even asked him if he would come in the afternoon.

There are more than 1,500 students in the entire school, and their purchasing power has not been fully released yet, so Han Chudong will of course continue.

I went home to have lunch, put the money in the drawer, and took only some change with me when I went out to continue selling magic balls in the afternoon.

It was not until the school gate was closed that we found a fast food restaurant to rest for a while and have a cup of Coke. After the rest, we rushed to the school with a larger number of black people.

Han Chudong made an appointment with Bailey yesterday.

I told him that if he wanted to continue selling, he should meet at a sporting goods store near the school at 3:40. Just after the agreed time, the school leader really showed up.

Bailey drove alone and handed two hundred dollars to Han Chudong.

After counting the money, he gave a thumbs-up and counted forty-five yo-yos and put them in the trunk of Bailey's old car.

Han Chudong also said: "Pele, I recognize your credibility. The five extra balls are a gift. The money and goods are settled. Next time you need goods, just call me directly..."

This third "downline" person besides Da Jun and Watermelon Head wrote down the number, made an OK gesture, and drove towards the school. It seemed that he really made money by selling the yo-yos given to him for free, otherwise he would not agree to continue the transaction.

If someone else heard them, they would definitely think they were conducting some shady transaction. Han Chudong couldn't help but smile when he thought of this.

There is no rush to find toy dealers or toy retailers to stock up, as the money spent on opening a store has not yet been earned back.

In the next three days, Da Jun and Watermelon Head earned more than 560 dollars and 480 dollars respectively from Han Chudong. The school boss Bailey also got another batch of goods, which were said to have been sold to other schools.

Magic Ball has become popular in this small area west of Los Angeles, and it is expanding.

As for Han Chudong, he had already saved enough for a year's rent, and had also recovered all the costs of customizing the yo-yo...