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

He noticed new dealers appearing around the community.

It is easy to identify. In the past, most of the traffickers were white, but now they are all black.

Martin had no idea of ​​dealing with them, so he took the initiative to bypass it and came to the north of the community, where he found Scott carrying a bag and walking towards his grocery store with crab steps.

"Injured again?" 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 modeling clay 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: "It's a little toy to make people happy."

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An hour later, Carter's house.

Martin cleared the table, opened the sludge packaging 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.

"Sexy pink putty, is it from Scott's place?" Harris came over after washing the dishes and looked at what Martin had pinched out. There was a big ball at the bottom with a strip sticking up from the top. At first glance, it looked like a coiled snake, and he exclaimed: "Martin,

Did you pinch a piece of shit?"

Martin stopped: "Is it that bad?"

Harris shook his head and looked at Martin as if he was mentally retarded. He 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 doing handicrafts."

She rolled up her sleeves and prepared to take action: "What do you want to do?"

Martin had no choice but to mark thirty centimeters with his hands: "It's about this high, and its appearance is... how should I say, a complete version of a wooden fence."

Elena looked at the mess Martin made and understood instantly: "I understand."

Martin added: "I prepared a special kettle for the Free Association's rally and protest."

Elena's hands were extremely fast and she quickly made a prototype, 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 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 cylinder: "Design a line on it, I decide my life!"

Because of Martin, Elena has been paying attention to the Methodist Church and the Liberal Church recently, and has also been to the House of Beasts. She asked: "Is this appearance and slogan exclusive to liberals?"

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

Elena was surprised: "Do you still understand business?"

Martin knows nothing about business. He has been drifting all the time. 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 long forgotten the specific year, but Kendou had used such a water cup.

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

Unfortunately, the appearance of the kettle cannot be registered as a design patent.

Elena brought a hair dryer and dried it as soon 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 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 it to liberals and make some money."

Elena doesn'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 removable and customers can use it up and down."

Martin was speechless, it was a waste of talent to be here.

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

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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 speak: "Are you done? Let's go quickly."

Martin drove to Duluth.

Among the companies he selected last time, after looking at their main products and talking with each other, Martin found a suitable target, an import and export company called Gulf Trading. Among their products are various types of kettles.<

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The company is small, 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 outer casing, which must meet the relevant American standards." Martin is worried about whether it can be used for both up and down. What if it is poisoned?

Rosad thought for a while 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 corners of Rosad's mouth twitched slightly: How dare you take this kind of kettle out the door?

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."

This is his estimate based on members of the Beast House Patrons and Liberty Association.

Rosad made some calculations: "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, because 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, the worry that Elena had been suppressing 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 hell of a business lawsuit!"

"The final balance has two months to pay, so it should be no problem." Martin had already considered it: "I am trying my best to stimulate the Free Club's desire to buy. Even if they don't want it, I can still sell it in the club. They will definitely be interested."
Chapter completed!