Promises that are not based on reality sound like empty talk to please oneself.

However, Miss Bergman was already very happy that Han Chudong had this intention.

The Mustang turned and continued west.

The weather is quite hot today, which is quite suitable for swimming in the sea.

There is also a sea in Sweden, but her home was inland at the time, so there were not many opportunities to get close to the sea. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning, and after she untied the knot in her heart, she continued her travel itinerary.

Because of that little conflict, their relationship became closer. They chatted and laughed along the way, and the atmosphere was pretty good.

Let’s not mention Han Chudong who was dumbfounded near Santa Monica Beach.

Today, Da Jun rode his bicycle with a box of goods to a place five kilometers away from Chinatown, trying to sell yo-yos to the owner of a toy store.

After looking at the goods.

The Latino woman stared at the army with contempt and said:

"Do you think I'm easy to cheat because I don't look smart? This kind of thing has a different material and doesn't even have packaging, but you actually let me spend six dollars to buy it?

Get out of my store, you stupid Japanese! What the hell are those new toys? I have them in my store!"

Seeing this burly woman getting angry, the army had no idea what was going on. Because she looked like a Japanese, there seemed no need to refute or explain in this situation.

Looking in the direction of her finger, Zhao Dajun saw a pile of yo-yos of various colors placed there, priced at only three US dollars. He was a little confused.

I thought it was just an ordinary yo-yo, the kind that you let go, pull up, let go, and pull again. However, the words "Super Magic Ball" were clearly written on the packaging bag.

I quickly walked over, picked one up, opened the package and took a closer look.

I put the rope around my middle finger and swung it down. It actually started spinning in the air, but for a short time. It almost stopped in about ten seconds and I brought it back with a shake of my hand.

Da Jun knew that Han Chudong had invented this toy and had spent money to apply for a patent. However, his childhood friend certainly had not yet produced this type of plastic yo-yo, which meant that someone else was already producing it and putting it on the market. Even the name was exactly the same, "Super Magic Ball".

He was so angry on the spot, angry for Han Chudong and also angry that someone was stealing his job.

The Latino woman in the toy store was quite tough. She kept saying, "I'll buy it if you open it! You've already used it and can't sell it. Give me the money, three dollars! Don't try to fool me. Pay me first and then use it!"

Zhao Dajun was already upset, and after hearing her chattering, he became even more impatient. He frowned and said, "Shut up! I'll pay you!"

He took money out of his pocket, put down three dollars, took out another five dollars, shook it, and asked the woman, "Tell me where you got the goods from, and this five dollars is yours."

He snatched the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

The Latino shop owner took his time and said, "There was an Asian man riding a motorcycle to sell toys in our store. I thought it was interesting and I had seen children playing with similar toys. So I bought thirty and sold a few."

Zhao Dajun felt that this was troublesome, so he continued to ask, "What is the purchase price? Did you tell me where I can find the person who will sell the goods to you?"

The woman lowered her head, rubbed her fingers together, and glanced at the army. Her meaning was quite obvious.

Without caring whether he was being ripped off, Da Jun took out another three dollars and put them on the cashier's counter. The other party took the money again and continued, "It's only one dollar and fifty cents. I admit that your metal toys are of better quality, but children don't have that much money to buy them. It's better to sell you this plastic toy. I don't know how to find him, maybe he will come again in a few days."

Knowing that Han Chudong took the girl to the city to play today, Zhao Dajun couldn't contact him.

Feeling upset and distraught, he hated the guy who came in to cause trouble. After leaving with the packaging bag and yo-yo, he thought about asking Han Chudong's father for help to check it out. He no longer had the heart to continue selling, so he got on his bike and pedaled back.

Han Yigun helped find an empty house near the store to use as a warehouse.

He knew the owner of the house and got a friendly price of only one thousand US dollars a year. Some of the goods had already been delivered and placed in the house.

It is about 200 meters away from the Mengouzhifeng Archway, so it is very convenient to pick up the goods.

It was a big deal for his son to hook up with girls, so he was willing to help direct the workers to hang up a sign that read "Baofeng Electric" with a logo of lightning inserted into clouds. The red background color was not quite bright, but it looked good.

Neon signs are more expensive, and I felt it was unnecessary, so I used regular materials.

With the signboard, the goods were delivered one after another, and the shop had already been cleaned. All that was left was to wait for other goods to be delivered and pick an auspicious day to officially open the shop.

Recently, thinking about attracting more business, Han's father tells everyone about his son opening a store here. He has invested so much money, but he doesn't know whether he can make any money. Every time he thinks about the annual rent of 21,000 US dollars, he becomes particularly worried.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

At this time, Zhao Dajun was seen sweating profusely.

Father Han couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand and asked, "Dajun, how much did you sell today? We're out of stock. Let him order another batch when Chudong comes back. That boy has been trying to woo a girl lately, and he's asked me to do everything. You guys, as his friends, should persuade him more and stop him from being indecisive."

"Uncle! This is terrible! I just saw someone selling this in the store. They've already applied for a patent. Isn't this illegal?!"

Seeing the plastic yo-yo, Han Yiqiang was shocked: "Huh?! Are you saying that someone is stealing our business?!"

"Well, the wholesale price is only one dollar and fifty cents. If they do this, we won't be able to sell our products!" Zhao Dajun said in a panic. He has made a lot of money recently and finally saw some hope of getting rich. How can he not worry about competitors that may suddenly appear?

Han Yiqiang made a gesture of suppressing his hand: "Keep your voice down. Now that we know the wholesale price, how are we going to sell it in the future? Tell me in detail, or I will dig out the person who made that toy. Hey, this crappy plastic thing must be of poor quality..."

The son finally thought of a way to make money.

We are family and should not have different opinions. It's all the Han family's money. His father was so angry that his teeth were itching. After working as a detective for so many years, this was the first time he felt the urge to not give up until the case was solved.

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What I saw was broken and messy.

Garbage was blown all over the sky by the sea breeze. Today's Santa Monica Beach was very different from what Han Chudong remembered.

There are not so many mansions, the buildings are dilapidated, and there is a lot of garbage on the beaches along the coast. It took me a while to find a nice beach.

After buying swimming trunks in the store, Miss Bergman also picked out a black bikini swimsuit. There was a place to change clothes next to the store, and it could also store things.

Han Chudong changed first. He was quite confident about his current body shape. He did not cover it up at all. Instead, he quietly exerted himself to show off his abdominal and chest muscles. When he came out, he said, "You go in and change. I will help you guard the door. No one will be able to peek..."