It's funny to say.

Yang Guangnian began to secretly produce yo-yos for sale, but his fourteen-year-old son still liked the aluminum yo-yo designed and produced by Han Chudong.

Because the latter has a longer idling time and feels better.

However, Boss Yang doesn't care about this. He just wants to make money. He would only think about so many things when he has nothing better to do.

Don’t worry about the quality, as long as the retail price is less than half, it’s fine as long as someone is willing to buy it.

He could earn about one dollar for each plastic yo-yo he wholesaled, and the money for gas was all he needed to pay for the delivery himself, so a 200 percent profit was truly astonishing.

I just finished dinner tonight and was planning to go out for a walk, but when I stood at the door, I was blocked by someone.

Han Yigun stood in front of him with a smile and asked, "Yang Guangnian? The boss of Guangnian Plastic Products Factory?"

Seeing the uniformed police officer and then looking at the young men behind Han's father, Boss Yang immediately smelled something wrong. He looked at Han Chudong again and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

With a wary look on his face and a slightly frowned brow, he said, "It's me. What do you want to talk to me about?"

“Well, it’s not a big deal actually.

I have come all the way here to inform you that if you dare to produce and sell that toy, the yo-yo, you will go to jail. He has already applied for a patent for the gadget he invented, so it is considered an infringement case. "

Han's father said this with a fake smile, clearly playing the good cop. He added, "Based on the evidence of infringement in your factory, you should have been fined, and you might even have to stay in jail for a while, do hundreds of hours of unpaid community service, etc. In my opinion, you should sue directly, but the reporter wants to talk to you first."

After saying that, he waved to Han Chudong without giving Boss Yang a chance to explain himself.

Over the years, Han's father had tried at least seven or eight hundred prisoners, if not a thousand, and he knew very well how to psychologically overwhelm the other party.

Da Jun and Watermelon Head also followed over with cameras in their hands.

Before coming to look for the person, they first went to the factory to collect evidence and secretly took photos inside through the window, thinking that if they encountered someone who was ungrateful, they would just find a way to send him in.

Anyway, he is standing on a high point, and it is difficult to lose the lawsuit. The United States has done a good job in copyright protection. He is not against the big conglomerates. He is just the boss of a small factory, and it is difficult to stir up a big wave.

It's not serious, but it's very tricky.

Boss Yang, who knew he was in the wrong, looked very unhappy. He was depressed thinking that he had just started production and was caught. When did the LAPD become so efficient? He stiffened his neck and asked, "I don't know about the patent application for that toy. How about we just settle it? I only sold 700 in total and made more than 600 dollars. They are all Chinese. I will give back all the money I made and will not sell it anymore."

"This money must be returned. However, I didn't come here tonight for compensation. I just happened to be preparing to produce plastic magic balls, and you have production experience and a factory.

If you are interested, we can cooperate. You can help me with OEM production and only be responsible for production. My company will be responsible for sales. I will not pursue the previous infringement. "

Han Chudong had already prepared a draft in mind and really hoped that the middle-aged man in front of him would agree.

But it doesn’t matter if I get rejected, I can still find a similar factory nearby. But it will definitely delay me for a while. At present, all the inventory at home has been cleared out, and the extension of the production cycle means the loss of some profits.

Boss Yang thought about it after listening to it, figured out something and asked back: "What, if I don't agree, are you going to pursue it?"

"No, no, no. In that case, we should try to solve it amicably by paying compensation and destroying the Magic Ball inventory, and then we can go our separate ways."

After Han Chudong finished speaking, he sighed and said, "What a pity. There are probably hundreds of thousands of them sold in the US market alone. Since you are not interested, I will ask other manufacturers."

"You want to produce hundreds of thousands? Wait! Why didn't you say so earlier? Come in and sit down, and let's talk about it in detail..."

Whether it can sell hundreds of thousands of them is another matter.

However, Han Chudong does want to produce about 20,000 low-end plastic Magic Balls. Since the higher-priced aluminum versions have been sold, there is no reason to switch to plastic and lower the price and still have them sitting on his hands.

The toy company will be able to get its application approved in a few days, and then it will recruit a group of new people to run sales everywhere. Now it only has so few people under its command, it is too informal, and the sales speed is too slow.

I knew the wholesale price was one dollar and fifty cents, and I also knew that if I sold 700 units, I would earn more than 600 dollars.

Han Chudong is good at math and can calculate the approximate cost of manufacturing a yo-yo. If nylon bearings are used instead, the cost can be reduced by a few cents.

Now that we know Boss Yang's trump card, the next things will be easy to discuss.

First, finalize the idea of ​​cooperation, and then discuss the price.

Boss Yang made a high offer, saying "eighty cents", but Han Chudong bargained it down to sixty cents.

The reason for giving more is to add label patterns on the yo-yo and make the packaging more exquisite, leaving Boss Yang with about ten cents of profit on each yo-yo.

Right now.

After listening to the quotation, Boss Yang sat in the living room smoking a cigarette, silently calculating the profit in his mind.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

His house is OK, with three rooms and is decorated rather elegantly. He has a little money but is not too rich.

Looking at the young-looking Han Chudong, he said with a sad face, "Sixty is too low. If I'm not careful, I'll lose money. Why don't we both take a step back and go with 70 cents each?"

Shake your head decisively.

Han Chudong told him, "The highest is sixty, no more than that, I know the cost of that little toy better than you do.

You are responsible for production, and I will pay for advertising, sales, and transportation. I will settle the accounts once a month, and you don't have to bear any risks. In the early stage, I want 20,000...5,000. I have the patent. Once the sales channels are well established, I may be able to sell so many in two or three days. Can you give me a clear answer if you want to cooperate? Once it is well established, I will give you the orders in the future."

"This price is really...Okay, how about producing it according to the previous styles? I still have more than 2,000 in the warehouse. If possible, take them all away. Give me a few days to produce the rest."

Boss Yang’s idea is to clear out the warehouse to avoid having the products sitting in his hands when no one wants them and he can’t sell them out.

Han Chudong felt that there was something wrong with the design of that batch of goods. He had tried it before and thought it might be okay to sell. Aluminum was high-end, and this one was more like low-end stuff, but there was still room for improvement, and the idling time could be extended by changing the appearance.

The aluminum yo-yo will continue to be sold, and the plastic one will also be put on the market. If sales are good in the future, a terminal product can be added between the positioning of these two products.

That's all for now.

Quickly finalize the cooperation and let Da Jun and others come to pick up the goods tomorrow.

On the way home, I happened to pass by the vegetable market. The street was full of girls from all over the place. Suddenly, I saw a familiar face. It was none other than that bitch Sun Laosan.

He was holding the hand of a fat girl, and I don't know what they were talking about.

Han Chudong had originally speculated on where Sun Laosan spent the money he earned. Now, he was finally sure of his thoughts. He sat in the car, pretending not to see anything, and smiled happily.

The area around the vegetable market is a well-known "night spot" in the vicinity, with desperate illegal immigrants and local women who want to make quick money.

Han Chudong certainly didn't have any ideas. He just thought that when he saw Sun Laosan again, he would inevitably tease him.

No wonder the master hasn't married yet at his age, he actually wants to be a groom every night...