American fame and fortune

When he went out for a run in the morning, Martin brought money specially.

He found new traffickers popping up around the community.

It is easy to identify that the traffickers in the past were basically white, but now they are all black.

Martin had no intention of dealing with them, so he took the initiative to go around and came to the north side of the community, where he found Scott was carrying a bag and walking towards his grocery store with crab steps.

"Are you injured again?" Martin asked curiously.

Scott stopped moving and said, "I got a new job that pays well! Tell you, idiot, me! Scott Carter! Soon to be rich."

Martin didn't know exactly what happened, but he had some guesses. He was too lazy to say more, and asked, "Do you have clay for models in your shop?"

Scott walked towards the store with a crab: "Yes, you come with me. What are you going to do? You clumsy idiot."

Martin said vaguely: "Make a small toy to make people happy."

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An hour later, Carter's home.

Martin cleared the table, opened the sludge packaging bag, pulled off a large piece, and kneaded it according to his mind.

But there is a big difference between what you think and what you do.

"Sexy pink sludge, from Scott's place?" Harris came over after washing the dishes, looked at what Martin had squeezed out, there was a big lump at the bottom, and a strip on the top, which looked like a coiled snake at first glance, and exclaimed: "Martin, Did you pinch a piece of shit?"

Martin stopped: "Is it that bad?"

Harris shook his head, looked at Martin as if he was mentally retarded, turned around and shouted: "Elena, Martin needs your help."

Elena ran out of the room.

Martin said seriously: "You are not suitable."

Elena said: "I am most suitable for handicrafts."

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to do it: "What do you want to do?"

Reluctantly, Martin stretched out 30 centimeters with both hands: "It's about this tall, and the shape... how should I put it, the full version of the wooden fence."

Elena looked at the lump made by Martin, and instantly understood: "I see."

Martin added: "I prepared a special water bottle for the rally and protest of the Liberty Association."

Elena's hands were extremely fast, and she quickly made a prototype, and then used a carving knife to modify it.

Martin pointed to the top of the cone and said, "Add a straw here."

Elena asked: "Are you sure it's a kettle? I don't know much, so don't lie to me."

Martin said seriously, "Of course it's the kettle."

He pointed to the cylinder: "Design a line of words on it, and I am the master of my life!"

Because of Martin, Elena has been paying attention to the Methodist Church and the Freedom Church recently, and she has also been to the House of the Beast. She asked, "Is this appearance and slogan a special model for liberals?"

"I'm trying to make it a liberal favorite, a dedicated kettle," Martin said.

Elena was surprised: "You still know business?"

Martin knows a lot of business, and he has been floating all the time, so he has never been in contact with business.

The kettle and the slogan were all copied, and they were copied from the entertainment industry.

After 2015 in his previous life, he had long forgotten the exact year, Ken Dou used such a water glass.

As for the slogan, it was originally used by Mitu Hollywood.

Unfortunately, the shape of the kettle cannot be registered as an appearance patent.

Elena came over with a hair dryer and dried it as quickly as possible.

Martin continued to think about cashing out.

Elena crossed her arms: "Idiot, what do you think?"

Martin simply said: "First, I am a true liberal, and I need to be widely recognized, especially liberals from California."

Before he finished speaking, Elena's middle finger was already waiting for him.

Martin kept talking: "Second, sell to the liberals and make a fortune."

Elena didn't understand this: "Are you sure?"

Martin just nodded, discussing with Kelly Gray, the equal rights kettle is very important.

Elena said: "The straw must be detachable, and the customer can use it up and down."

Martin was speechless, you are simply wasting your talent here.

He went to the next door to change into a formal suit, brought a briefcase, packed the water bottle, and said to Elena: "Where is the skirt I bought for you? Put it on, and from now on you are my assistant, control your swearing. "

Elena changed her clothes and went out with Martin.

The two first went to the Marietta Theater, and through Jerome, they found a prop artist who cooperated with the theater. Using the clay model as the basis, they paid him to make a sample out of hot-melt resin.

Jerome looked at the strangely shaped kettle: "How do you make this kind of thing?"

Of course Martin would not talk about commercial use, and pointed to Elena: "Captain, she always misses my kindness, and insists on using me as a prototype to make a daily product."

Elena cursed ten thousand swear words in her heart.

Jerome looked at the kettle, and suddenly felt a deep sense of inferiority. He felt tired and didn't want to talk: "It's done? Let's go."

Martin drove to Duluth.

Among the companies selected last time, after looking at their main products and having a conversation, Martin found a suitable target, an import and export company called Gulf Trade, and their products include various kettles.

The company is small in scale, has been established for many years, and has a good reputation.

The owner's name is Rossard, and he speaks English with an accent: "Mr. Davis, in terms of small commodities, we can definitely meet your needs. I don't know which products you fancy?"

Martin said directly: "I want to order a kettle."

Rossard asked: "What are the specific requirements?"

"The price should be as low as possible, and the materials used should be as good as possible, including the shell, which must meet the relevant standards of the United States." Martin was worried that it could be used everywhere, what if he got poisoned?

Rossard pondered for a while and asked, "Do you have any samples or blueprints?"

Martin took out a sample made by the prop master.

As soon as the special pink kettle was placed on the table, the corners of Rossard's mouth twitched slightly: How dare you take this kettle out the door?

Rossard took the water glass and looked carefully: "This material is not acceptable."

"The samples are made casually." Martin said straightforwardly, "The first batch needs 10,000 pieces, so please quote a price."

That was his estimate based on members of the Beast House Customer and Freedom Association.

Rossard calculated slightly: "$5."

Martin shook his head: "A Chinese business company across the street is quoting $1.50." He stretched out a finger: "This is just the first batch."

Rossard calculated the cost: "Our factory has never produced this type of kettle, and the cost of mold opening is extremely high."

After some tugging, because Martin requested that the goods must arrive within half a month, the unit price was finally finalized at $3.

Including customs declaration, transportation and storage and other costs.

Martin called the law firm he went to last time, and a professional lawyer came to help draw up the contract, and he paid a deposit of US$4,500.

On the way back to the car, Elena's suppressed worry broke out: "Idiot, if you can't sell the $30,000 goods, you will become poor again, and you will also face a damn business lawsuit!"

"There is a two-month billing period for the final payment, so it shouldn't be a problem." Martin had thought about it a long time ago: "I'm trying my best to stimulate the free club's desire to buy. Even if they don't want it, they can still sell it in the club. They are absolutely interested."

He turned his head and smiled: "It failed, the big deal is going to the ring stage."