Mr. Yang, who runs a plastic products factory, has a full name called Yang Guangnian.

In the early years, the factory was operating at a good profit. After making some money, he moved out of the old Chinatown. Later, he blindly expanded production, but a large number of cheap plastic products emerged in Southeast Asia, Central America, South America and other places, which took away his customers in one fell swoop.

Labor costs in the United States are high, taxes are also relatively high, and transportation, raw materials, and other issues are not advantageous at all.

Although the factory buildings and machines are still there, they are on the decline and the company does not have the financial resources to move the factory overseas. It lost a lot of money last year and is continuing to lose money this year.

Once the idea of ​​making toys came to my mind, I couldn't stop.

the next day.

Yang Guangnian began to prepare customized screws and small roller bearings and was busy producing toys.

In his opinion, with such a low cost, if each one was sold for only one dollar, the profit would be enough to satisfy him.

Of course he knew that if this toy had a patent, his fate would probably not be good if he was caught. But Boss Yang felt that the United States was so big that if he was careful he would not make any mistakes. At worst he could make a profit and then stop.

I have already started trying mass production, and after recalculating, I found that the cost, including the packaging bag, is only about 40 cents. This made me feel even more that the company that sold the toy to my son was unscrupulous.

Han Chudong knew nothing about this.

The size of that group of downline employees is growing. This morning, Watermelon Head and his gang brought in three more people to help. In total, they have sold out more than 4,000 stocks.

There is no rush to continue the customization for now as he has other things to do.

Finished my hair.

I found the more expensive suit and put it on. After looking at myself in the mirror, I was quite satisfied. Then I took my wallet and keys and went out.

It is inconvenient not to have a car, but I am not so extravagant as to buy one, so I went downstairs, took a taxi, and arrived at a nice community.

There are palm trees on both sides of the asphalt road, and the single-family houses have small gardens in front of them.

If the surrounding community wasn't older, the price of this type of house would be higher, dragged down by its geographical location.

I found Miss Helena Bergman's house according to the house number. We had agreed to meet today last night to discuss the design of the company's logo.

Of course, this is what he said in name only, but in reality anyone could design the logo, he was just looking for an excuse to get closer to Miss Bergman so that it would be easier to do the job if he got to know her better.

Rather than acting impulsively on wishful thinking, Han Chudong feels that using some skills and thinking more will increase the chances of success.

Today is Saturday.

Da Jun and his men got the goods and immediately went to the Avenue of Stars to sell them.

They make money, Han Chudong also makes money, it's a win-win situation, and those downlines are very serious about promoting the product.

As for the shops.

His family had already cleaned and tidied the place last night. They also bought some steel and hired someone to help weld the shelves. They are just waiting to hang up the sign and deal with the supply issue before they can open for business.

I don't have much money at the moment, and Han Yiqiang, as my father, is very considerate and is willing to advance 20,000 US dollars as start-up capital.

So far, everything is going as planned and is proceeding in an orderly manner.

While busy with business, I didn't neglect my own good things.

After finding Miss Bergman's house according to the house number, Han Chudong, wearing a formal black suit, went up and rang the doorbell.

A middle-aged woman came to open the door.

She wears a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and has slight crow's feet when she smiles.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he pretended to be surprised and said, "It seems that I have found the right place. Now I finally know who Helena inherited her beauty from. Good morning, Mrs. Bergman. My name is Mason Han, just call me Mason."

His mouth seemed to be smeared with honey.

After hearing this, Mrs. Bergman's smile deepened. Seeing that Han Chudong called her daughter so familiarly, she couldn't help but begin to doubt the relationship between her daughter and him.

When Miss Bergman came home yesterday, she praised Han Chudong a lot, saying that she had dinner with a very talented friend who didn't even want to go to Harvard University.

As a mother, how could she not hear something unusual? She looked Han Chudong up and down.

Although she is of the yellow race, she looks cool with a slicked-back hairstyle or short trousers that reveal her ankles. She appears calm and energetic.

The gift for the door-to-door visit was a potted American beech plant.

The branches and leaves are lush and dense, so neither perfume nor red wine seem suitable. In the end, I chose a potted plant. I just moved in not long ago, so I might need this.

Taking the small potted plant with a look of surprise, Mrs. Bergman said enthusiastically, "Mason, you are really good at talking. Come in and do it first. You want me to design the logo for your store, right? Have you thought of a store name?"

"Yes, I am asking a professional company to help me apply for it. It is called Storm Electric Appliances."

"Storm, how about drawing a tornado as a logo?"

As we were talking, Miss Bergman had already come downstairs. She looked like she had just woken up. She was wearing pajamas and looked dazed, with pillow marks still on her face.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Seeing Han Chudong appear in his house, he waved with a little embarrassment, then turned around and went upstairs decisively.

Han Chudong wanted to laugh, so he looked away and nodded: "Great, it's better to make it more eye-catching, how about yellow? And the base of the sign should be red, so it will be more distinctive."

"This combination should be fine. I've never drawn a corporate logo for anyone. Let's go and give it a try. Can I have a cup of coffee? It looks like my daughter won't be coming down for a while."

"Haha! Thank you very much..."

This is the opportunity to visit her home.

The decoration was not very exquisite, but it looked quite cozy. At least it was much more spacious than Han Chudong's small house where five people lived.

It was Saturday off and Mr. Bergman was at home.

His face was full of stubble and had some white hair. He knew that guests were coming today, but he didn't look at Han Chudong in a good mood.

Without even saying hello, he sat down and read the newspaper before turning on the TV.

The morning news was still talking about the Watergate scandal. Han Chudong didn't plan to speak rashly. He just sat on the sofa and watched the news. He had nothing to do recently, so he would watch the news and read the newspaper. He was not completely ignorant of the current situation.

If the trends he remembers continue, the one in Washington will have to step down next year.

I don't know what news he saw, but Mr. Bergman suddenly said, "My daughter said you know a lot about computers. Are those things really useful?"

"...Of course, computers will be the future. In fact, I am planning to wait until the technology is more mature and then start a business in this industry. They will be used in every field."

Han Chudong said in a very conventional manner.

I was thinking about what Miss Bergman had said to her family. With this guess, my chances of success seemed to have increased.

Mr. Bergman continued, "You should be familiar with companies that make computers, right? I mean Fairchild Semiconductor. My stock manager recommended it to me, but I haven't considered it yet."

In fact, he had not originally planned to talk to Han Chudong. As a man with a beautiful daughter, how could he not guess what Han Chudong was thinking.

It’s just that these days there are too few people who understand the computer industry. More than 99 percent of Americans have never even seen a computer in person. They only know that it can help build nuclear power plants, launch missiles, send satellites into space, etc. Apart from that, few people understand it.

Mr. Bergman's stock manager strongly recommended the company's stock and praised it highly. Fairchild Semiconductor's performance in recent years was indeed good. Although he was excited, this middle-aged white man who worked as a small supervisor in a shoe factory was worried that his funds would be wasted, so he tried to ask Han Chudong.

Han Chudong certainly knew this company, which was known as the "West Point Military Academy" in the IT industry, and he also clearly remembered its final outcome.

After hesitating for a moment, he could not help but say, "Then you should fire your stock manager. He only knows how to earn commissions from you, but he doesn't really understand the semiconductor industry. Fairchild Semiconductor will be finished in a few years. Its founders have already jumped to other jobs one after another.

If you don't buy it, and use all your funds to buy IBM, in a few years, Mr. Bergman, you will be able to live in Beverly Hills..."