Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

"It's the kind of toenail used for cutting ingrown toenails, the kind where the nail grows into the flesh."

Then Zhang Dabiao continued to take things out and place them one by one on the seats in the veranda.

"This is a nail file, this is an ear pick, this is a small flat-bladed pair of scissors, and this is a small curved pair of scissors for trimming eyebrows or cutting hangnails."

"This is for pushing or shaving dead skin, this one is for pushing dead skin at an angle, this one is for shaping eyebrows, this one is for removing acne, this one is for separating toes, tweezers..."

Zhang Dabiao produced a whole bunch of stuff, which everyone found rather strange.

Huang Yan and Chen Puqing naturally recognized the value of these items, and being girls, they were slightly more interested in them.

However, he still frowned: "Researcher Zhang, these things..."

"Although they are useful and look nice, most families only need to buy one nail clipper. There are too many different kinds of these things, and they are scattered and inconvenient."

"Exporting these would be impossible, wouldn't it?"

Zhang Dabiao snapped his fingers: "I have to say, college students really know how to approach problems professionally!"

"Indeed, these things are practical, but they are scattered and small, and it is not safe to store them separately."

"but--"

Zhang Dabiao suddenly said, "But!"

Then he took out a small red square faux leather bag with a metal zipper and handle. It was very small, about the size of a palm.

Then, in front of everyone, it was opened. There was nothing inside, but there were rubber bands on both sides, which looked like they were used to hold things in place.

Zhang Dabiao easily placed the flat-nail clippers, nail file, ear pick, and small scissors inside and secured them, then closed the zipper.

"Do you think it would be suitable to export a box like this? This is called a travel-portable model. It can be made with zippers or snap buttons. The materials can be artificial leather, leather, plastic, or even wood. It is easy to carry and suitable for business trips and vacations."

Everyone's attention was completely drawn to that small box.

Yes, nail clippers alone aren't very appealing, but this set...

Then Zhang Dabiao took out a larger box and put all of them inside, arranging them neatly.

"And this is the family-friendly version! It's fully equipped, durable, and can even be packaged in a large metal box. I dare say that once this thing is produced, it will be a must-have for every family dressing table!"

"There are also individual versions: a colorful plastic box for women and a black leather bag for men."

"Customized gifts, with exquisite packaging, can also be engraved or have the company logo printed on them, to be used as complimentary gifts."

"The outer box can be made of metal, leather, plastic, precious metals, or wood."

"Additionally, they can be categorized according to their function: basic trimming, hand and foot care, comprehensive beauty care, and medical support."

"Based on quantity and specifications, they can also be divided into mini basic models, standard home models, professional beauty models, and luxury collector's models—"

Wang Fushan had already taken out a notebook and started taking notes. What Zhang Dabiao said was making his head buzz and he couldn't remember it. A bad pen is worse than a good memory, so he quickly wrote it down!

"Tell me, if we packaged this thing like this, could we earn foreign exchange?"

"If the price isn't too high, would you buy one for your home or as a gift?"

Huang Yan, Chen Puqing, and Wang Fushan's eyes lit up!

Yes, individual items aren't worth much, and buying too many makes them difficult to store and prone to falling apart, but when packaged together—

They all want to buy this!

Huang Yan blushed and excitedly asked Zhang Dabiao, "Researcher Zhang, how...how did you come up with this idea?"

Zhang Dabiao, looking all cocky and nonchalant, said, "I've bought several nail clippers at home, but I always lose track of where I put them. When I can't find them, I have to buy more."

"So I had a box custom-made. Custom-made boxes aren't difficult to make, and they're easy to store."

"Isn't that overthinking things? So, if we want to earn foreign exchange, we need to broaden our thinking first. You have to liberate your mind to make money! Don't just stick to technology. If we don't have technology, we still have creativity and packaging—"

"Then why didn't you take it out before?" Chen Puqing asked another question.

"...This thing can't be patented, so for me...it won't make me much money..."

"..."

"Researcher Zhang, the situation is urgent. We'll skip dinner and get back to the ministry immediately to develop a feasible solution!"

"We'll come back in a few days; we'll take these things with us for now!"

"Researcher Zhang, we're leaving now!"

As they spoke, the three of them took away all the small pliers and boxes that Zhang Dabiao had brought out.

They ran off in a flash.

Zhang Dabiao was speechless—[You guys should at least leave me one, I still need to trim my nails!]

[Fine, I'll just get them a nail salon kit and call it a day.]

[The mini basic set is 3 yuan on Pinduoduo with free shipping, while the large box is 19.9 yuan with free shipping on Taobao. I'll update my feed again tonight; it seems I still have several sets left?]

With nothing to worry about, Zhang Dabiao went back to his small courtyard to eat, leaving the still shocked neighbors whispering among themselves in the covered walkway.

"Tell me, how is Da Biao's brain structured? How come his way of thinking and seeing things is so different from ours?"

"Can you compare them? He was a complete idiot for the first 17 years, keeping quiet and reserved. Now his mind has become sharp; that's called 'accumulating knowledge and experience before unleashing it!' All sorts of ingenious ideas are popping up!"

"The world inside the minds of mentally ill people is said to be different from that of normal people!"

"But Da Biao used to be an idiot, not mentally ill!"

"...Perhaps, maybe, almost?"

"How about I get Sha Zhu and his gang to beat up Jiefang's family? Maybe that'll make him smarter?"

The middle-aged women around rolled their eyes: "Who knows, maybe Sha Zhu will turn your Jiefang into a complete idiot in one go. Old Yan's son, you can try it. Anyway, you have many sons, it won't matter if one of them becomes an idiot."

Yan Jiefang sneezed at school—Mom, thank you so much!

Qin Mancang returned to the courtyard house in the afternoon. The grain had been delivered, and he had also obtained some mountain produce from the old hunter. It wasn't much, about fifty or sixty catties, and he had already sent it to the factory.

Currently, he is the one who handles most of the monthly workload, as well as Zhang Dabiao's workload. If it's not enough, they draw on resources from other departments, which is enough to barely meet their workload.

Qin Jingru was still happily making small cakes and various pastries. Zhang Dabiao looked at them and saw that there were already about a hundred. If the milk tea shop opened tomorrow, it should be able to meet the basic needs.

That evening, Mu Wanqing and Yushui came over to eat together again, talking about the plaque that the ministry had sent over during the day, and still wondering why Zhang Dabiao didn't want to go to work at the ministry.

Zhang Dabiao boasted, "I earn over a thousand in interest every month, and the bank has 20 lying around. Why would I need to work?"

"After that, my boss scolded me every day. I was stuck with a fixed salary of just a few dozen yuan, and I figured someone was eyeing my patents and the money in the bank?"

Why should I bother?

"Oh, and a few more companies want to buy my patents. Let's wait for news."

"What? A few more?" He Yushui, Mu Wanqing, and Qin Jingru were all dumbfounded.

"Brother Da Biao, how much can we earn this time?" Qin Jingru asked in disbelief.

Zhang Dabiao, holding his bowl, looked up at the sky, still calculating: "Approximately...at least 6...65?"

The three women's eyes widened in disbelief!

"65...?!"