When he went out for a run in the morning, Martin brought money with him.
He noticed new dealers popping up around the community.
It’s easy to tell. In the past, most of the traffickers were white, but now they are all black.
Martin had no intention of dealing with them, so he took the initiative to bypass them and came to the north side of the community. He found Scott carrying a bag and moving towards his grocery store with crab steps.
"Have you been kidnapped?" Martin asked curiously.
Scott stopped moving and said: "I found a new job and the income is very high! Tell you, idiot, I! Scott Carter! I will become a rich man soon."
Martin didn't know what happened specifically, but he had some guesses. He was too lazy to talk about it anymore and asked, "Do you have clay for modeling in your store?"
Scott walked toward the store with crab steps: "Yes, you come with me. What are you going to do? Clumsy idiot."
Martin said vaguely: "A little toy to make people happy."
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An hour later, Carter's house.
Martin cleared the table, unpacked the sludge bag, pulled off a large piece, and kneaded it as he wished.
But there is a big difference between what I thought and what I did.
"Dirty pink putty, from Scott's place?" Elena came over after washing the dishes and looked at what Martin had pinched out. There was a big lump at the bottom with a long stick sticking up from the top. She exclaimed: "Idiot, you pinched a lump. Shit?"
Martin stopped: "Is it that bad?"
Elena shook her head and looked at Martin as if he was mentally retarded. She turned around and shouted: "Lily, there is an idiot here who needs your help."
Lily ran out of the room.
Martin said seriously: "She is not suitable."
Lily said: "I am best suited to do handicrafts."
Elena said to Martin: "If you make more, I will spit breakfast in your face."
She went to clean up the housework.
Lily rolled up her sleeves and prepared to take action: "What do you want to do?"
Martin had no choice but to mark 30 centimeters with his hands: "About this high, the appearance...how should I put it, the wooden fence you made, the complete version."
The shape of the wooden fence was sawn by Lily herself. She looked at the piece of shit that Martin made and instantly understood: "I understand, what you made is really a piece of shit."
Martin waved his hand and let her go. This is a fierce person who uses the attic as a comic book.
Lily is very hands-on. She rolled the clay into two eggs-sized balls in her hands, then wrapped them in clay and connected them together to make a base as big as an adult's fist. Then she took out new clay and made it into a not-too-round cylinder. , installed on the base.
He also found a children's carving knife and carved the top of the cylinder into a weird cone the size of an egg.
Elena came over and frowned: "Idiot, what are you doing?"
Lily was very innocent, and just as she was about to speak, Martin said first: "I prepared a special kettle for rally protests for the Women's Association."
He pointed to the top of the cone and said to Lily, "Add a straw here."
Lily was very interested: "The straw must be white and made into a shape of connected drops."
Martin gave a thumbs up: "Genius!"
Hearing Martin's praise for the first time, Lily's eyes widened with a smile: "Are you sure this is a kettle? I don't know much, don't lie to me."
Martin said seriously: "Of course it's a kettle."
He pointed at the column: "Design a line on it, I decide my life!"
Because of Martin, Elena has been paying attention to the Methodist Church and the Women's Association recently, and has also been to the House of Beasts. She asked: "This appearance and slogan are exclusive to liberal women's rights?"
"I'm trying to make it a kettle for women's rights fighters, a women's rights kettle," Martin said.
Elena was surprised: "What the hell do you know about business?"
Martin knows nothing about business. He has been drifting all the time, and he has never been exposed to business.
The kettle and slogans were all copied from the entertainment industry.
In his previous life after 2015, he had forgotten the specific year, but Kendou had used such a water cup.
As for the slogan, it was originally used by Hollywood feminists later.
Unfortunately, the appearance of the kettle cannot be registered for a design patent.
Lily brought the hair dryer over and dried it as quickly as possible.
Martin continues to think about monetization.
Elena crossed her arms and said, "Idiot, what do you think?"
Martin simply said: "First, I am a true feminist and I need to be widely recognized, especially a feminist fighter from California."
Before he finished speaking, Elena's middle finger was already waiting for him.
Martin kept talking: "Second, sell it to women's rights fighters and make a fortune."
Elena didn't understand this: "Are you sure?"
Martin just nodded, discussing with Kelly Gray, the feminist kettle is very important.
Lily bakes the dry model: "The straw must be removable and the customer can use it both up and down."
Martin was speechless, thinking that if you don't go into the special supplies industry, it would be a waste of your talent.
He went next door to change into formal clothes, brought a briefcase, packed the feminist water bottle, and said to Elena: "Where is the skirt I bought you? Put it on, you are my assistant from now on, control your swear words .”
Elena changed her clothes and followed Martin out.
The two first went to the Marietta Theater Company and, through Jerome, found a prop master who worked with the theater group. They used the clay model as a basis and paid him to make a prototype using hot-melt resin.
Jerome looked at the weird-looking kettle: "How to make something like this?"
Of course, Martin couldn't talk about commercial use, and pointed at Elena: "Captain, she always misses my kindness and insists on using me as a prototype to make daily necessities."
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: "Are you done? Let's go quickly."
Martin drove to Duluth.
After looking at the products they mainly made among the companies he selected last time, and having some conversations, Martin found a suitable target, an import and export company called Gulf Trading. Among their products were various types of kettles.
The company is small in scale, has been established for many years, and has a good reputation.
The boss's name is Rosad, and he speaks English with an accent: "Mr. Davis, in terms of small commodities, we can definitely meet your needs. I wonder which product you are interested in?"
Martin said directly: "I want to customize a kettle."
Rosad asked: "What are the specific requirements?"
"The price is as low as possible, and the materials used are as good as possible, including the casing, which must meet the relevant standards of the United States." Martin is worried that liberal feminist fighters can use it all over the world. What if they are poisoned?
Rosad thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any samples or drawings?"
Martin took out the sample made by the prop master.
As soon as the special pink kettle was placed on the table, the corner of Rosad's mouth twitched slightly: You are so damn good at playing with it, how dare you take this kind of kettle out?
Rosad took the water glass and looked at it carefully: "This kind of material is not good."
"The samples can be made casually." Martin was very direct: "The first batch is 10,000 pieces, you quote a price."
That's his estimate based on members of the Beast House Patrons and Women's Association.
Rosad calculated briefly: "Five dollars."
Martin shook his head: "A Chinese company across the street quoted a price of US$1.50." He held out a finger: "This is just the first batch."
Rosade calculated the cost: "Our factory has never produced this kind of kettle, and the mold opening cost is extremely high."
After some push and pull, as Martin required that the goods arrive within half a month, the unit price was finally settled at US$3.
Including customs clearance, transportation and storage costs.
Martin called the law firm he went to last time, and a professional lawyer came over to help draft the contract. He paid a deposit of US$4,500.
On the way back in the car, Elena's suppressed worry broke out: "Idiot, if you can't sell the goods worth 30,000 US dollars, you will become a pauper again, and you will face a damn business lawsuit!"
"The last balance payment has two months to pay, so it should be no problem." Martin had already considered it: "I am trying my best to stimulate the women's club's desire to buy. Even if they don't want it, they can still sell it in the club. Those who go to the club will get angry. You guys are definitely interested."
He turned around and smiled: "If you fail, the worst thing you can do is go to the ring stage."
