The train driver in the courtyard

at this time.

Inside the luxurious office on the top floor of the building.

Old Walter held a glass of red wine and looked down at the scenery below.

The pedestrians below are like ants. They work hard every day, and are so tired from work that they are covered in diseases. All the fruits of their labor are easily harvested by people like him.

He's a kind person; he'll even throw away a little scrap.

"They're eternally grateful for the occasional bone thrown at them. Is there any better deal in the world?"

Old Walter really liked this feeling.

Just then, a flash of red entered my field of vision. A young man, rushing to cross the road, was hit by a speeding car, sent flying into the air, and crashed heavily to the ground. The splattered blood bloomed like tiny flowers on the asphalt.

The pedestrians around paused briefly before quickening their pace, as if the pool of blood was nothing more than an eyesore.

Old Walter chuckled softly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he were enjoying a pleasant performance.

"Boss, that's the situation." A fawning voice came from behind. The supervisor, who had been bossing everyone around just moments before, was now bowing like a boiled shrimp, his head almost touching his chest.

Old Walter didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a snort through his nose: "You found out about this?"

“Yes, to complete the task you assigned me, I personally kept an eye on those people.” The supervisor seemed to have forgotten about Hunter.

Old Walter gave him a deep look, but didn't expose his lie, nodding and saying, "You've worked hard. Once this is over, it'll be time to move you up a position."

The supervisor immediately beamed, almost kneeling down to kowtow: "Thank you for the promotion, boss! It would be my honor to serve you to the death!"

He tactfully backed out the door, afraid that staying even a second longer would spoil the boss's mood.

The moment the door closed, the nonchalance on old Walter's face vanished instantly.

He picked up the phone and answered a number.

"Hello, is this Congressman Fuhr? I am Walt from Disney. Yes, it's about the same thing as last time. I just discovered that some people within the company are plotting to cause trouble, and there are those 'color spies' behind them."

I hope that the taxes we pay will be used in the right places, such as cleaning up some destabilizing factors.

When he heard a muffled response on the other end of the phone, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Thank you. My family is hosting a charity gala this weekend, and your presence will certainly add to its splendor."

After hanging up the phone, old Walter stood up again and looked out the window.

On the street, a sanitation worker was washing away a pool of dark red blood, which looked just like the cheapest paint in an art studio.

Pedestrians still hurried along, like ants on a pre-programmed path, moving along fixed tracks.

“That’s more like it.” Old Walter nodded in satisfaction. “Did they really think they could overturn the table? A bunch of ignorant paupers, do they think they’re worthy to talk to me about rules?”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The sinister look on Old Walter's face vanished instantly. He sat back on the sofa and answered.

An assistant came in and reported on today's box office: "Kung Fu Panda's box office has risen to $180 million, surpassing the record set by Disney."

"boom!"

Old Walter raised his glass and smashed it on the ground. Glass shards flew everywhere, and his assistant was startled, taking several steps back.

Walt Disney is the second-generation successor of Disney. He comes from a distinguished family, has received a good education, and is usually very gentle and refined.

This was the first time she had ever seen old Walter so out of control.

"Call the cleaners and clean this up," Old Walter said, realizing his lapse in composure. He sat back down in his chair and pointed to the ground.

Watching the cleaners tidy up the floor, old Walter stroked his chin: "Once Red Star Entertainment establishes itself, there will be no second major animation film company in Hollywood. We absolutely cannot allow that."

After the cleaner left, old Walter picked up the phone, wanting to dial a number that could solve all his troubles.

After hesitating for a moment, he put it down again.

“Vito Corleone, the godfather of the Corleone family, has passed the position to his son, Michael Corleone.”

"It is said that this man was even more ruthless than the old Godfather. After the old Godfather's death, Michael Corleone killed Fabricio."

"This person is a wolf cub."

"We should still try to deal with the wolf cubs as much as possible."

Old Walter wasn't afraid of Mike Corleone, but he felt the situation wasn't urgent enough yet.

In addition, his first task was to deal with the painters.

This is truly a matter of life and death.

****
At this very moment, it is the early morning of a new day in the capital.

Considering that today was the day to assemble the geological exploration drilling rig, Li Aiguo got out of bed early in the morning.

Chen Xueru had already prepared breakfast.

Breakfast was simple: a plate of stir-fried vegetables, a plate of fried eggs, and white flour steamed buns and cornmeal as the staple food.

After Li Aiguo finished eating and drinking, he took a bite of Chen Xueru's food, hummed a little tune, and left the house.

"Patriotic brother, going to work so early?"

I ran into Xu Damao as soon as I stepped outside. He was swaying in from outside with a pair of panda eyes.

The last time Li Aiguo saw him like this was when Xu Damao was being played by a rich old woman.

"Brother Da Mao, what's going on?" Li Aiguo looked towards the Xu family and asked in a low voice when he saw that Liu Lan had not come out.

"I went to buy tickets. You have no idea how sought-after these tickets are." Xu Damao nodded excitedly, holding a few tickets, and added, "Thanks for those tickets last time."

After the release of "Kung Fu Panda", Li Aiguo gave Xu Damao a few tickets, and Xu Damao, Liu Lan and several children went to see it.

It's just not enough.

A trend of practicing kung fu has swept through the capital, and the authorities, considering that kung fu can improve health, are actively promoting it.

Hailong and Haitao both wanted to watch it again and practice martial arts.

Xu Hua especially likes A Bao and wants to watch it again.

Xu Damao was so annoyed by his three children that he had to queue up at 2 a.m. last night and finally managed to buy a ticket for half a month later.

"Brother Da Mao, I'm going to work." Li Aiguo nodded to Xu Da Mao and turned to walk outside.

At this time, the residents in the compound got up, and the children carried sticks and shouted loudly in the compound.

"I am Po, I am the Dragon Warrior!" "Take this!"

Seeing this, Li Aiguo felt that he should promote some related small products, such as dolls.

The issue of materials is a problem.

These days, plastic is quite expensive, so we can use fabric instead.

Most of the female employees at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot are skilled in needlework and make dolls to supplement their household income.

The dolls will be sold overseas at that time.
Upon arriving at the locomotive depot, Li Aiguo found Section Chief Xing and recounted the story of producing the baby.

"A doll selling for two cents? Sold overseas, it could fetch ten dollars? Patriotism, are you out of your mind?"

Section Chief Xing knew that Li Aiguo had produced many good things.

But no matter what, they couldn't understand how the price of a single doll could be enough to cover a worker's wages for more than half a month.

"These things can't be sold casually, of course. Scarcity increases value, and each doll has a unique serial number. After the first batch of dolls is sold at a relatively low price, we'll find someone to buy them back at a higher price on the market."

Hearing this, Section Chief Xing scratched his head: "Then didn't we lose money?"

"Don't rush." ​​Li Aiguo took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Section Chief Xing, and lit one for himself.

"Once we've received almost all of the first batch of goods, we'll spread the word that we're looking to buy more at an even higher price."

You have something that will fetch a significant price increase in a couple of days. Are you going to sell it?

Section Chief Xing shook his head: "Not for sale."

One section leader raised his hand: "Not only will I not sell, I will buy it again and wait for it to appreciate in value."

Upon hearing this, Section Chief Xing slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Now is the time for us to release the second batch of dolls. Those guys will definitely be scrambling to buy them!"

Another leader wondered, "This thing is essentially a toy; it can't keep appreciating in value. It'll eventually collapse."

Li Aiguo smiled as he smoked a cigarette: "If the plate is relatively small, it is indeed easy for it to collapse."

However, with the endorsement of "Kung Fu Panda," the number of people who like toys has increased, resulting in a large customer base. As long as we control sales volume and occasionally have repeat purchases, this model can be sustained for at least several years.

In later generations, a very ugly doll, the kind that you put on your bedside table to give you nightmares, actually sold for thousands of dollars.

This technique was certainly used in some of them.

However, the doll itself lacks cultural product endorsement; customers buy it simply for its potential appreciation in value, and its price will plummet soon.

Conversely, some cards and dolls, due to their wide appeal and rarity, have seen their prices soar.

For example, a Blue-Eyes White Dragon card was once auctioned for a high price of 8000 million.

The actual price of a product has little to do with its cost; it mainly depends on the level of demand.

In this day and age, people don't really understand this kind of thing.

However, out of trust in Li Aiguo, Section Chief Xing still summoned the leaders of the toy factory and assigned them the task of producing dolls.

Li Aiguo was in charge of designing the dolls.

The toy factory provides the materials and is responsible for quality inspection.

Female employees and their families at the Qianmen Locomotive Depot were responsible for manufacturing the equipment.

The entire production system was thus established.

After handing over his work to the toy factory, Li Aiguo returned to his studio.

By this time, all the spare parts transported from various places had arrived, and the tank chassis from the First Machinery Plant had also been delivered.

Li Aiguo, along with his team of automotive experts, worked until noon. After lunch, he made a phone call to Yang Jizong in Gangcheng.

“That’s a good idea. Kung Fu Panda has already sparked a craze, and we should strike while the iron is hot.” ​​Yang Jizong was a seasoned businessman, and he realized the feasibility of the plan as soon as he heard it.

"The key to the plan lies in limited sales and hype; keep an eye on that," Li Aiguo instructed.

"Don't worry, I will personally go to North America in a couple of days."

Yang Jizong was halfway through his sentence when he remembered the message he had just received. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Aiguo, this is a confidential line, isn't it?"

"Hmm." Li Aiguo tightened his grip on the microphone.

Yang Jizong continued, "A teacher from Xiaomei's training class sent word that an old artist named Steve wants to join Red Star Entertainment Film and Television. He also brought a large group of artists with him, who are from Disney."

By the way, this person secretly purchased that batch of pepper sprayers last time.

It seems he's planning something big.

Li Aiguo perked up; after all that, it turned out that the workers who needed help were exactly the kind of talent he needed.

Li Aiguo asked a few more questions about the details, but because Steve was very cautious, the training instructors did not know much.

"Keep an eye on the situation over there. They're all workers. If you can offer some help, please do so."

"Understood." Yang Jizong nodded, then hesitated for a moment: "Disney's legal department is not to be trifled with. I heard that these artists have all signed non-compete agreements."

Disney's lawyers are well-known in North America, and many large companies have suffered losses because of them.

There's even a joke: Don't panic if you're stranded on a desert island; just draw a Mickey Mouse on the island, and Disney's legal department will find you immediately.

Can Hextech and the newly established Red Star Entertainment Film & Television be a match for Disney?
A calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "There's a saying that goes, 'The problem will be solved easily.'"

"Easy to solve?" Yang Jizong was about to ask when Li Aiguo had already hung up the phone.

"I wonder what my patriotic brothers are up to this time." Yang Jizong lit a cigarette, pondered for a moment, picked up the phone, and contacted the Burbank City, California store.

"Did Steve go to participate in the lottery?"

"They haven't arrived yet. They're about to close for the day, but they should be here soon."

"Send out all the pepper sprayers."

"understand!"

Yang Jizong hung up the phone, stood up, walked to the large map, found the location of Burbank, California, and tapped it twice with his finger.

"The real show is about to begin."

(End of this chapter)