Han Chudong himself wasn't sure whether he had a talent for business.

Anyway, his starting point is really high. Han Chudong knows a lot about the future development trends and what kind of companies will become popular. This is already very scary.

Only half a month has passed since we started our business.

The results were enough to make him feel satisfied. The yo-yo business was very profitable. He made a total profit of more than 50,000 US dollars. It would take an ordinary person ten years to earn this much money. He now owned a car, valuable patents, and a small electrical appliance mall.

The capital for opening a second store is almost saved, and this time he wants to open a larger Baofeng electrical appliance store. The Mango Toy Store is also in the process of development, and is constantly selling its products to more distant places.

It is impossible to be satisfied, this is just the beginning.

In his previous life, he could blame the bad times for the oligarchs being already very powerful. However, now that he has both the right time and the right place, Han Chudong feels that if he doesn't make an astronomical sum of money, he would be letting himself down by returning to the 1970s.

I was busy promoting products in the store during the day, and by the way, I taught Uncle Zhou and Wang Juan how to run the store. The flyers I distributed yesterday were effective, and business was pretty good, with a turnover of more than four thousand US dollars.

We closed the store at eight o'clock in the evening and went to the nightclub to dance with Watermelon Head and the others.

Zhao Dajun never mentioned the agency from the beginning to the end, because he felt that Han Chudong was sensible. If he used his friendship to force the sales rights, it would be unfair of him. He was worried that the relationship would become strained because of money...

Four or five days passed in a flash.

Aluminum alloy yo-yos have arrived, and plastic yo-yos are also being produced. These toys have also appeared in areas around Los Angeles, such as Long Beach and Orange County. The number of people purchasing goods from Han Chudong has rapidly expanded to more than 30 people.

As for Baofeng Electric, its turnover has dropped to two to three thousand US dollars a day. It takes time to build up word of mouth and fame. It is not a very big supermarket, so there is no way it can cause any waves.

With more people, they sold more goods. Watermelon Head and his friends bought a car and continued to sell toys. A few guys even drove themselves, ate 10,000 yo-yos in one go, and ran to San Francisco to start expanding new markets.

When goods are purchased, the payment and goods are settled. On average, Han Chudong makes a net profit of four to five thousand US dollars a day. He is not in a hurry to pay taxes for the time being, but he is already looking for an accountant to help with management.

After Mango Toys was established, it spent money to rent a few shops on the upper floors of the Meng Ou Zhi Feng Archway as offices. The rent was not high, just over 3,000 US dollars a year, but it was a bit difficult to climb the stairs.

People pay for the goods here, and after receiving the receipts, they go to the Light Year Plastic Factory to pick up the goods.

It gradually became more formal, but there was no official employee yet. As long as you brought money, anyone could wholesale toys and sell them anywhere.

As for the Japanese man Kamenashi Nigo, he has already returned to Japan with the contract and toy samples, saying that he would borrow some money from his wealthy relatives and use his house as collateral, and he would start the operation once the funds are in place.

Having witnessed the speed of selling the goods with his own eyes, Kamenashi Nihei was now only impulsive. When he talked to Han Chudong on the phone, he was full of ambition and promised that he would do this business well.

Speaking of which, Han Chudong was still a little worried, worried that this guy would play tricks and put the profits into his own pocket.

It's not that I'm suspicious, it's just that the emperor is far away and there is really no good way to supervise and manage. After thinking about it, it seems that we can only rely on self-awareness and character. However, even if some of it is embezzled, Han Chudong will still make some money, which is better than getting nothing.

After the business gets started, I plan to send a trustworthy person to supervise it. If Kamenashi Nigo really has that intention, at least he can be a little more restrained. He doesn't need to be completely clean, but it would be enough to get most of it.

I was so busy dealing with all kinds of things that I felt dizzy and overwhelmed.

He has to do many things by himself, such as driving alone to Echo Park today to look for a store.

Echo Park is a ways from Chinatown, but it is one of the busier areas in East Los Angeles, with a lot of pedestrians around.

I contacted a real estate agent for help, and actually found a pretty good shop, about 150 square meters, located on a busy main road. Unfortunately, the rent was too expensive, a full 60,000 US dollars a year, and the agency fee alone was more than 1,000 US dollars.

Han Chudong still had some funds left, but it was enough to pay the Light Year Plastic Factory for the goods. Anyway, he would be able to make money in the future. The people who went to San Francisco said that they were almost sold out and they would have to come back to get more goods, so he didn't have to worry about funds for the time being.

No immediate decision was made.

He was thinking whether to use so much money to open a store, or just open two or three Baofeng Electric Appliances stores with ordinary locations and smaller areas. The former seemed too expensive. The rent alone was more than 160 US dollars a day, plus the personnel expenses and shipping costs directly exceeded 200 US dollars. However, it could serve the purpose of advertising, after all, there would be more traffic.

I have never felt that money is so easy to make, and it has gradually started to expand in recent times.

After sitting by the lake and thinking for a long time and smoking a few cigarettes, he finally made a decision. He planned to expand steadily from Chinatown and open a larger home appliance store with a more complete range of products. This way, the transportation of goods would be easier and more convenient for him to manage.

Just do it.

I threw away the half-smoked cigarette and drove back, remembering that there were many people near Miss Bergman's house and there might be a suitable store. After walking along several blocks, I found a clothing store that had just closed down.

Looking through the window, I thought it would be fine after some renovation, so I spent some coins to call the landlord and got a brief idea of ​​the situation. It was over 200 square meters, and the rent was $35,000 a year. There was a cafe on the left and a flower shop on the right. Many wealthy Asians and European whites lived here.

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I was planning to meet up to talk in person, but the other party was going to a football game today, so we made an appointment to meet tomorrow morning.

Suddenly I remembered that I hadn't seen Miss Bergman for several days. I had clearly said that I wanted to pursue her, but it seemed too half-hearted to be slacking off like this. Her school happened to be not far away and it was almost time to go home, so I simply drove to the school gate and waited, and parked next to Miss Bergman's Beetle.

I didn't know when she would come out, so I sat in the car waiting, and just took some time to sort out my thoughts and think about what to do next.

He was lying with a toothpick in his mouth and his hands under his head. He was wearing a suit and a pair of sunglasses on his nose.

After a while, students kept walking by the road, and it seemed that they had finished school.

I waited and waited, and more than ten minutes passed quietly, but I still didn't see Miss Bergman. I was thinking about sneaking into the school to look for her, when I suddenly saw a familiar figure.

She was about to get off the car with a smile on her face, when a man in a black suit walked towards Miss Bergman, said something, and reached out to grab her.

Helena Bergman looked weak, but she punched the other person on the head, then threw the strong man over her shoulder and knocked him to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Han Chudong's jaw almost dropped. He stood beside the car at a loss, obviously frightened.

What surprised him even more was yet to come.

Miss Bergman actually took out a gun from the man, casually inserted it into her lower back, and then kicked him hard in the chest.

The expression on her face was completely different from any other time Han Chudong had seen her before. It looked fierce, serious, and full of heroism.

Their eyes suddenly met.

Han Chudong first looked at the burly man on the ground, his head a little insufficient, and greeted him with a stiff smile: "Hi, cool brother..."