In the early 1970s, when men and women ate out, it was mainly the men who paid.
Han Chudong found a pretty good western restaurant. It was a little early for dinner and there were not many customers around.
Seeing that Miss Bergman wanted to drink, he ordered a bottle of ordinary red wine. According to the money he had, more than 60 US dollars was enough for a full meal.
The two didn't know each other before.
The reason why she took the initiative was purely because Han Chudong was attracted by her beauty. It is not clear whether their personalities are compatible, but Miss Bergman is really beautiful.
Maybe it doesn't conform to the aesthetic standards of this era, but the beauty of the golden age of Hollywood in her body is very much in line with his aesthetic standards.
We are all adults.
Miss Bergman could vaguely sense Han Chudong's intention, but since he did not refuse the invitation to dinner, she probably did not completely reject his chance to pursue her.
There isn't so much love at first sight between people. This kind of slowly developing social interaction is the norm.
The last conversation in the cafe was very brief, but today, sitting in the restaurant, she was able to talk about her family situation.
My father is a junior manager in a shoe factory. My mother hasn't started looking for a job since coming to the United States. She is currently taking on some work every now and then. She is an illustrator, mainly drawing for children's books.
We are not very wealthy, but our family members left us some money after their elders passed away, so we are considered to be one of the upper middle-class families.
Miss Bergman mentioned it herself, but Han Chudong didn't ask about it. He didn't expect to be a gigolo.
You can't just sit there and talk about these topics naturally.
The record player has a large speaker in the shape of a morning glory.
Elvis Presley's songs are still popular, his fame is at its peak, and he is still alive and well. His song "Blue Hawaii" is still popular.
First, onion rings and ham were served as appetizers. I clinked glasses and took a small sip, but I couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.
A bottle of red wine costs thirty US dollars, which is almost equal to two days' salary for an ordinary person.
But when I thought that this was a red wine from 1972, earlier than 1982, I suddenly felt that the money was well spent.
Suddenly I realized that even if I did nothing else, I would probably become rich in the future if I tried my best to store top-quality red wine now. The wine in the glass tasted even better.
When I first came here, I wasn’t used to the way people dressed, but after watching it for a while I found it quite nice, it felt like I was living in a retro old movie.
A lady walked past the window with her dog. The streets were full of classic cars in Han Chudong's mind. After slowly accepting the new life, he had to admit that apart from the regret for those family members whom he might never see again, the accident might be a good thing.
The days during this period have been wonderful and fulfilling.
The most valuable thing is to have ideals, to want to start a business, to get rich, and to change the world through oneself.
Miss Bergman, who was sitting opposite him, could feel Han Chudong's confidence at this moment.
When I heard that I wanted my mother to help design the company's logo, I readily agreed...
Han Chudong was busy pursuing girls.
His childhood friends, Da Jun and Watermelon Head, were extremely worried.
In the morning, several people invested money and wholesaled 400 super magic balls from Han Chudong. However, they were all sold out before evening. They were anxious to purchase more, but could not find Han Chudong.
At this moment, the two of them were sitting guarding the door of his house.
In the afternoon, Zhou Nan, the watermelon-headed toy retail store, contacted several toy retailers and received responses from all of them that agreed to purchase the goods, with quantities ranging from thirty to two hundred. The owner of the largest toy store wanted to wholesale two hundred at once, but he had to give in a little on the price, which he negotiated down to five dollars and thirty cents.
As a middleman, Watermelon Head tried to squeeze out a profit.
The purchase price from Han Chudong was five dollars, and the price he offered to the toy store was five dollars and fifty cents. The unified retail price was tentatively set at eight dollars.
Previously, you could get a discount if you bought three, but since they found that they could sell them successfully even at a higher price, these salesmen have gradually become unwilling to lower the price.
I've never done such a big business.
Da Jun was extremely impatient. He had already negotiated with the merchants and all that was left was to deliver the goods. How could he not be anxious?
He walked around Han Chudong's door, sat on the stairs smoking, and asked with a sad face, "How about I go find Uncle Han, or have his grandfather come back to open the door? The merchants are waiting."
"Let's not do that. He should be getting off work soon at this time. He might be on his way back."
Zhou Nan, the guy with the watermelon head, was eating a hot dog and saying that he had made a lot of money recently, so he generously added an extra sausage, which made his mouth greasy.
"Damn it, there's not even a shadow of a person in sight."
Da Jun sighed deeply and said with determination: "Let's get more goods later. We won't have trouble selling them anyway. I'll give the money to Xiaodong after we sell them."
"I want to get more too. I'll continue to go to the schools in the city tomorrow. Although I make less money selling wholesale to merchants, it's less troublesome. I heard that the black school boss sells them for fifteen dollars each, and he beats anyone who doesn't buy them. That's how he makes more money."
"He's courting death. Once the surrounding merchants start selling, it won't be his turn to make money."
The two were chatting when Han Chudong's mother showed up from the stairs.
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Da Jun and Watermelon Head perked up instantly, called Auntie immediately, and then hurriedly said they wanted to purchase goods. After putting down the money, they left with three large boxes of goods, a total of 600 items.
Frightened by the bag of money, she saw her son's two friends close the door and leave. She shouted, "Stay for dinner, Auntie will cook it now."
"No! I'm busy delivering goods. I can make some extra money by setting up a stall now. Remember to tell Xiaodong to meet at Bald BBQ at 9pm!"
The watermelon-head voice came.
After the two left, Han Chudong's mother counted the money, fifty dollars a bundle, a total of three thousand dollars.
As a teacher with a fixed salary, most of half a year's income was right in front of her. It took her a long time to come to her senses, wondering why business was so good.
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Yo-yo is not a high-tech sport.
It has only been on the market for a few days, but some people have already started to eye it.
The story begins with a little guy named Yang Hongyi.
A few days ago, he lied to his family and said that the school would charge money. The lie had been covered up, but when his father learned the price of this super magic ball from a friend, he suddenly realized that his son also had one.
After returning home and bluffing, Yang Hongyi knelt down and cried and told everything that had happened.
His father opened a small factory specializing in the production of plastic basins and trash cans. Instead of continuing to teach his son a lesson, he started researching the super magic ball.
After taking it apart, I found it is quite simple and can be done by myself. It is not worth that much money.
I don't have much idea about patent rights, and I'm not even sure whether this toy has a patent.
After thinking it over, he felt that it seemed possible. At the moment when Han Chudong was having dinner with Miss Bergman, he had already asked a master craftsman in a small factory to help him make such a toy out of plastic.
I never thought that the inventor of this toy also lived near Chinatown and wanted to make more to make some money to subsidize the factory's losses.
The abacus was jingling loudly, and soon he followed suit and made a plastic yo-yo, which could be played with after being assembled.
When you calculate the cost, minus the slightly more expensive ball bearings, the total comes to less than fifty-five cents.
If mass production is carried out, the cost can be further reduced.
The boss, surnamed Yang, pondered over it all night and finally made up his mind to produce a batch with all his strength, then find a truck and sell it to toy stores.
A profit of 300 to 400 percent is enough to make people take risks...