American fame and fortune.

Chapter 40
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, and found Scott was carrying a bag, walking towards his grocery store with crab steps.

"Have you been hacked?" 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 store?"

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

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?" Elena came over after washing the dishes, looked at what Martin squeezed out, it was a big lump at the bottom, and a long strip stood up on the top, and exclaimed: "Idiot, you squeezed a lump Shit?"

Martin stopped: "Is it that bad?"

Elena shook her head, looked at Martin as if she was retarded, turned her head 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 the most suitable for handicrafts."

Elena said to Martin: "You make another pile, and I'll spit breakfast in your face."

She went to clean up the housework.

Lily rolled up her sleeves, ready to start: "What do you want to do?"

Reluctantly, Martin stretched out [-] centimeters with his hands: "It's about this tall, and the shape... how should I put it, the wooden fence you made, the full version."

The shape of the wooden fence was sawed by Lily herself, and when she looked at the lump made by Martin, she immediately understood: "I see, what you made is really a piece of shit."

Martin waved his hand, let her go, this is a fierce man who reads the attic as a comic book.

Lily has strong hands-on skills. In her hands, the sludge is rolled into two balls the size of eggs, and then wrapped with sludge and connected together to form a base the size of an adult's fist. Then new sludge is taken out to make a cylinder that is not too round. , installed on the base.

He also found a child'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 about to speak, Martin said first: "I prepared a water bottle for the rally and protest of 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 connecting drops."

Martin gave a thumbs up: "Genius!"

Hearing Martin's praise for the first time, Lily smiled and said, "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 Women's Association recently, and she has also been to the House of the Beast. She asked, "Is this appearance and slogan a special model for free women's rights?"

"I'm trying to make it a favorite of feminist fighters, a watering bottle for women's rights," Martin said.

Elena was surprised: "How the hell do you 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 women's rights in Hollywood.

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

Lily 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 real feminist, and I need to be widely recognized, especially feminist fighters 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 water bottle is very important.

Lily baked model: "The straw must be detachable, and customers can use it up and down."

Martin was speechless, thinking that it would be a waste of talent if you don't go into the special supplies industry.

He went to the next door to change into a formal suit, brought a briefcase, filled the feminist water bottle, and said to Elena: "Where is the skirt I bought for you? Put it on, 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 commodity 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 should be as good as possible, including the shell, which must meet the relevant standards of the United States." Martin is worried that freedom feminist fighters will use it up and down, what if they are 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 the hell can you play? How dare you take this kind of 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 [-] pieces, so please quote a price."

That's his estimate based on Beast House patrons and members of the Women's Association.

Rossard calculated slightly: "$5."

Martin shook his head: "A Chinese business company across the street is quoting $1.5." 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$4500.

On the way back to the car, Elena's suppressed worry broke out: "Idiot, you can't sell the 3-dollar goods, you will become poor again, and you will also face a damn commercial 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 women's club's desire to buy, even if they don't want it, they can still sell it in the club, and go to the club to make a fuss Sluggers, definitely interested."

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

(End of this chapter)