America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 39 Kettle
When Martin went out for a run in the morning, he specifically brought money with him.

He noticed new traffickers popping up around the community.

It is easy to identify. In the past, the traffickers 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 them and came to the north side 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 it pays well! Let me tell you, idiot, I! Scott Carter! Will be rich soon."

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

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

Martin said vaguely: "It's just a little toy to make people happy."

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An hour later, at Carter's house.

Martin cleaned the table, opened the bag of clay, pulled off a large piece, and began to knead it as he wished.

But there is a huge gap between what I thought and what I did.

"Pink clay, from Scott's place?" Harris came over after washing the dishes and looked at what Martin had made. There was a big ball at the bottom and a line standing up on the top. At first glance, it looked like a coiled snake. He exclaimed, "Martin, did you make a piece of shit?"

Martin stopped and said, "Is it that bad?"

Harris shook his head, looking at Martin as if he were mentally retarded, and 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 best suited for handicrafts."

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

Martin was helpless and gestured with his hands to indicate thirty centimeters: "It's about this high, and the appearance...how should I put it, a complete version of a wooden fence."

Elena looked at the mess Martin had made and understood it instantly: “I understand.”

Martin added: "I prepared a special kettle for the Freedom Club's rally protest."

Elena's hands were extremely fast. She quickly made a rough outline 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 this is a kettle? I'm not very knowledgeable, don't lie to me."

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

He pointed to the cylinder and said, "Design a line of words on it: My life is my own!"

Because of Martin, Elena has been paying attention to the Methodist and Liberal Churches recently, and has even been to the Beast House. She asked, "This look and slogan, is it a special model for liberals?"

“I’m trying to make it a favorite among liberals, a dedicated kettle,” Martin said.

Elena was surprised: "You also understand business?"

Martin knows nothing about business. He has been drifting around and has never had any contact with business.

The kettle and slogans are all copied from the entertainment industry.

In her previous life, after 2015, he had long forgotten the exact year, Kendall used such a water cup.

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

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

Elena brought a hair dryer and dried it as quickly as possible.

Martin continued to think about cashing in. Elena crossed her arms and said, "Idiot, what are you thinking?"

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

Before he could finish his words, Elena's middle finger was already waiting for him.

Martin kept talking: "Second, sell it to the liberals and make some money."

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 removable so that customers can use it both ways."

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

He went next door to change into formal clothes, fetched a briefcase, packed a kettle, and said to Elena, "Where's the skirt I bought you? Change into it. From now on you are my assistant. Control your swearing."

Elena changed her clothes and followed Martin out.

The two first went to the Marietta Theater, and through Jerome, found a prop master who worked with the troupe. Using the clay model as a basis, they paid him to make a sample using hot-melt resin.

Jerome looked at the oddly shaped kettle and asked, "How do you make something like this?"

Martin certainly wouldn’t say commercial use, and pointed at Elena: “Captain, she always missed my kindness and insisted on using me as a prototype to make an everyday item.”

Elena cursed a thousand dirty words in her heart.

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

Martin drove to Duluth.

After looking at the main products of the several companies he had shortlisted last time and having some conversations with them, Martin found a suitable target, an import and export company called Gulf Trading, whose products include various types of kettles.

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

The boss's name was Rosade, and he spoke in accented English: "Mr. Davis, we can definitely meet your needs for small commodities. I wonder which commodity you are interested in?"

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

"What are the specific requirements?" Rosade asked.

"The price should be as low as possible, and the materials should be as good as possible, including the outer shell, which must meet the relevant American standards." Martin is worried that if the product is used interchangeably, what if there is poisoning?
Rosade thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have any samples or drawings?"

Martin took out the sample made by the prop master.

When the special pink kettle was placed on the table, Rosad's mouth twitched slightly: How can I have the nerve to take this kind of kettle out?
Rosade took the cup and looked at it carefully: "This material is not good."

"I just made the sample." Martin was very direct: "The first batch needs 10,000 pieces. Name your price."

This was his estimate based on the number of Beast House patrons and Freedom Society members.

Rosade calculated for a moment: "Five dollars."

Martin shook his head: "A Chinese company across the street offered $1.5." He held up a finger: "This is only the first batch."

Rosade calculated the costs: "Our factory has never produced this kind of kettle, and the mold cost is very high."

After some discussion, because Martin required the goods to 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 visited last time, and a professional lawyer came to help him draft the contract. He paid a deposit of $4500.

On the way back in the car, Elena's suppressed worry broke out: "Idiot, you can't sell the $3 worth of goods. You will become a pauper again and face a damn business lawsuit!"

"The final payment has a two-month payment period, so it should be fine." Martin had considered this long ago: "I'm trying my best to stimulate the desire of the Liberty Club to buy. Even if they don't want it, I can still sell it in the club. They will definitely be interested."

He turned around and smiled: "If I fail, the worst that can happen is that I go on the ring stage."

(End of this chapter)