Chapter Forty-Four: Remote Control Little Airplane

  Guo Yun Ting sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes dull and unfocused, the collar of her pajamas slightly askew without her noticing. Traditionally conservative as she was, she usually wrapped herself up tightly, but now a faintly alluring cleavage had appeared without her realizing it.

  Liu Meng saw this situation and was really in a dilemma.

  Guo Yun Ting didn't even see Liu Meng come in, still staring blankly at the empty wall.

  She was in this state, Liu Meng also became worried, must be the emotional ups and downs too big, leading to a sudden fall into a strange circle, this is very dangerous, he had seen such news before, severe cases may lead to mental breakdown, or even become a vegetable.

  Considering the severity of the situation, Liu Meng couldn't care less and rushed up to shout: "Teacher Guo, wake up, you can't keep being stuck on this."

  Guo Yunting was stunned, as if she hadn't heard Liu Meng's words at all. This time, Liu Meng was really anxious.

  This is a typical small flower, which has been hit too little and suddenly encountered a huge change, it can't bear it all at once.

  "What to do, it seems that only a strong stimulus can wake her up." Liu Meng also turned around anxiously for a moment, hurriedly calming his emotions, thinking about what else could be on Guo Yunting's mind that would stimulate her.

  "Guo Yun Ting, Yan Yan got into a car accident!" Liu Meng suddenly shouted.

  This trick really has some use, Guo Yunting's expression is still dull, but she has a reaction, muttering in her mouth, "He doesn't want us mother and daughter anymore, forgot those oaths at the beginning, how can he be like this? Yan Yan, he doesn't even care about Yan Yan..."

  Whispering, she burst into tears uncontrollably. Liu Meng saw her cry and finally put his mind at ease. Crying was good, but he didn't know how to comfort her, so he sat beside her and gently patted her back.

  "Don't worry, Yanyan is doing well learning piano, it will all pass, there's no wound that time can't heal."

  The comfort was still okay, but this comfort made Guo Yunting even more out of control. During this period, the repression in her heart seemed to burst out all at once, and she suddenly rushed into Liu Meng's arms and cried loudly.

  "It's okay to cry." Liu Meng was also stunned and didn't dare move, only gently stroking her back to comfort her.

  A tough woman on the surface, once collapsed, is like a burst dam, unstoppable.

  Nor did he know how long he had cried, Liu Meng's entire upper body was numb from sitting, and he didn't dare move a bit. Guo Yunting actually fell asleep, probably another sleepless night, having suffered such a huge blow, physically and mentally exhausted, sleeping so sweetly.

  Seeing her like this, Liu Meng also felt at ease and gently laid her down on the bed, afraid of waking her up. He could only make his movements as gentle as possible, looking a bit like the two of them were hugging each other and falling onto the bed together, except that Liu Meng was always propping himself up with effort, slowly laying her down.

  Her nightgown was disheveled, exposing quite a bit. He wanted to help her tidy up, but felt it would be taking advantage of the situation, so he just covered her with the quilt and quietly retreated.

  As I walked out of the residential area, a cold gust of wind hit my face. The Ice City had already started to feel cool in October, and many homes had begun to supply heating, with the first snow not far away.

  Sighed, the money didn't come out, wasted half a day's time, and still didn't solve the problem.

  Liu Meng thought to himself, it shouldn't be that a little bit of money would get in the way, but life is just so helpless, and indeed he was stuck. Walking along the side of the road, unintentionally, something quickly crawled under his feet, thinking it was a frog or a lizard, but when he looked down, it turned out to be a small car.

  He looked up and saw a young man holding a remote control, operating it. In front of him was a stall with several styles of remote-control cars on display. Seeing Liu Meng looking over, the young man said enthusiastically: "Buy one, it's very fun! The small ones are thirty, the big ones are fifty."

  Seeing these small things, Liu Meng couldn't help but brighten up in front of his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Is this business good? How many can be sold in a day?"

  The young man didn't expect Liu Meng to ask suddenly, but the young man looked at him and indeed was an honest child, somewhat unwilling, still replied: "Small ones can probably sell for twenty or so, big ones can only sell less than ten."

  It's actually a small stall on the side of the road, and its daily turnover is nearly 1,000 yuan. These remote control cars, airplanes and so on, Liu Meng did them during his graduate school days when he practiced drawing circuit boards. In fact, they don't have much technical content, and the cost is very low. Thinking about this makes me feel enlightened.

  Pretending to buy a batch of small cars, he chatted with the young man and smiled: "So, you must have made a lot today, at least 200 yuan."

  The young man was a bit shy and replied, "No way, the cost of goods is also high. For small models, I can only make two yuan per unit, and for large models, I can make three yuan per unit. In a day, I can only earn around 70 or 80 yuan. How many do you want to buy?"

  Liu Meng felt a bit guilty, but he pretended to be serious and said: "I think this product is selling well, I want to stock up on some goods to sell in the lower towns. Where did you get your goods from? Can you introduce me to your supplier? Don't worry, I'll give you a commission of 100 yuan directly. I won't sell it in this area either, and we won't compete with each other. You won't lose out at all."

  The young man thought for a moment and indeed it was this reason. He opened his mouth and said, "Then... then you give me the money first, and I'll take you there."

  Damn it, Liu Meng cursed in his heart. It seems that this young man is honest and not stupid, understanding the principle of being safe and sound.

  Want to catch big fish, how can you not put some bait? Very refreshing, directly took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the young man. The young man received the money with some embarrassment, quickly packed up his stall, and took Liu Meng to the wholesale market.

  Found the wholesale market, Liu Meng was somewhat disappointed, it was just a small stall in a toy market, and there were also several stores with the same goods, these were only secondary wholesalers, he is now looking for manufacturers, this is where there is an opportunity to profit.

  Damn it, in the end Liu Meng spent another 200 yuan to persuade a young shop owner who had just opened his store and didn't have much business yet to take him to the manufacturer.

  The factory where production took place was quite far from the city, in a secluded alley, with some old residential courtyards, a row of houses, and a shed built in front of the courtyard as the factory. About twenty workers were assembling small cars.

  Seeing someone coming, a middle-aged man with a leather bag came over to greet the two of them. It seemed that he still had some impression of this young shop owner and said: "Xiao Yuan, didn't you just restock and go back? How come you're here again? Selling well, huh?"

  Young shop owner Xiao Yuan replied: "Huang, it's not me who's buying goods, it's this young brother who insisted on bringing him over to take a look and said he wanted to stock up."

  Huang Sheng lit a cigarette, looked at the young man sitting on one side, who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, with sparse whiskers that were not yet fully black. However, having come into contact with all sorts of people, Huang Sheng was still very smooth and polite, saying: "This little brother looks unfamiliar, I don't know what goods he's buying this time. For the first deal, I'll definitely give you a discount."

  Liu Meng smiled and looked at Huang Sheng, who was a bit of a nouveau riche, and said confidently: "Director Huang, may I discuss this further with you in private? I have a big business deal here that will surely bring you a great opportunity to make a fortune."

  Huang Sheng was taken aback and his face turned somewhat unsightly as he thought to himself that it wasn't about purchasing goods, but rather, could it be that they were here to sell insurance?

  The young shop owner, Xiao Yuan, took one look at the person and brought him over, earning 200 yuan in the process, then quickly made a swift exit.

  Huang Sheng's years of hard work had made him a wealthy small boss, and he was as smooth as could be. He invited Liu Meng into the house and asked his secretary and mistress, Xiu Na, to make some good tea. With a bright smile, he said: "Little brother, now that I'm doing well, what opportunities can you offer me? You can speak freely now."

  "Huang boss, remote control toy cars are indeed profitable, but they're also too easy to copy. I'm afraid that if two more workshops like yours appear, the profit will soon be squeezed out. A person without long-term plans must have short-term worries. Relying on past successes is not a sustainable way." Liu Meng said slowly while sipping his tea.

  "Oh, little brother, what kind of business is this that makes money? Hearing you say that, are there even better products?" Huang Sheng was a shrewd person, with exceptional ability to read between the lines. He immediately picked up on the implication behind Liu Meng's words.

  "Remote control airplanes have a high technical difficulty, and the price can be sold for over 150 yuan. The main thing is that the cost is about twice as much as remote control cars, and the difficulty of imitation is much higher, especially those with good maneuverability." Liu Meng said.

  Having said that, he just drank tea and waited for Huang Sheng's reaction. He believed that with Huang Sheng's insight, he would immediately think of the truth in his words.

  Huang Sheng knew it was a reliable thing as soon as he heard it. He had originally asked a technician to imitate the remote control car, and after imitation, he kicked the other person away. The small business was indeed doing well.

  Little plane, he's not without consideration, it's just that this thing has a much higher technical difficulty, especially the control feel is very important, otherwise flying up directly and crashing down is too easy to damage.

  If it's a small plane with good handling performance, it will definitely sell well and make a lot of profit.