I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 21: The Good Man's Approach to Entrepreneurship: The Bra Godfather (Two-in-one, please continue reading!)
Donald is already at the prime of his life, and with this "kidney tonic," he's just too virile!

After his first taste of the so-called "Force Alcohol," Donald exclaimed, "Great stuff!"
If this stuff could be supplied in large quantities, white men would go completely crazy, lining up with money in hand.

Of course, he was just thinking about it, because selling ordinary liquor was already incredibly profitable.

The chaos in Chicago gradually subsided.

In the south, it is said that Johnny has retreated to New York, and Al Capone has officially taken over the Chicago Mafia; in the north, Donald leads a group of energetic young people, changing the stagnant state of the Irish gang and rising to prominence.

Other smaller gangs, squeezed by the two major powers, had almost no room to survive.

A tripartite balance has formed in Chicago's underworld.

Logan, who supplies the "two-legged" man with alcohol, is making a fortune, enough to support his hobbies—or rather, his business ventures.

Originally, he thought he could only make a little money selling newspapers; the key was to sell products or develop related merchandise.

The modern bra is a key peripheral product that Logan has focused on developing.

Upon realizing that the modern bra had not yet been invented, Logan had a market survey conducted:
In recent years, stimulated by the consciousness of freedom and equality, American women have been willing to look more like men.

They started to embrace short haircuts, admired the "no curves" aesthetic and androgynous style, and used bras (similar to bandages) to tightly press their chests down in order to flatten them—flat chests were the most fashionable thing to do at the time!
Logan was utterly dumbfounded when he saw the so-called breast binder—women actually wear something that looks like a bandage, it's just a towel with hooks at the back!

What's even more outrageous is the advertising from the merchants: "It will make you look like your brother."

Logan: ...

That was terrifying!
It's a mess, with so many flaws and no solutions!

Coincidentally, old Richard also finds himself speechless about Logan's trough.

Richard was drinking tea when Logan shared his idea.

"Pfft...cough cough cough..."

He nearly choked to death; the tea leaves in the cup went directly into his trachea and then he coughed them out of his nose, where they hung on his nostrils.

"You said you wanted to get women...in lingerie?"

"You're a grown man, and all you think about is this?"

Can this woman's whiny stuff be called business?
Yes, Richard is having sex, but that's ultimately a business with men. What are you doing?
"Wait a minute, you're not thinking of using this to... cough cough, I mean, to get into a group of women, are you? That's not a very respectable idea! And didn't you hook up with Annie?"

Richard, with his keen eye, had long seen through their deception that what they called taking photos was actually them rolling around together.

Logan covered his forehead.

Translate for me what "hooking up" means. It's clearly called... never mind, that's not the point.

Logan retorted irritably, "Can't you try to see things a little better for me? This is for women's liberation; it will change every woman's life like Ford changed the streets!"

Richard automatically translated in his mind: He meant that one woman wasn't enough, he wanted to seduce more women!

Richard said earnestly, "Young man, let me give you some advice: don't be too reckless when you're young, or you'll easily run out of money when you get older!"

"If you have so much energy, you might as well train newspaper reporters. Didn't you say you wanted every reporter to master that 'underworld filter' skill?"

"At the very least, we can find some sensational news. We were doing quite well a while ago, didn't we? Look how popular our Sun was, digging into the chaos in Chicago every day! Now it's one of the top ten newspapers in Chicago!"

"At the very least, you could take more photos with Annie and give some more men a treat!"

Richard said jokingly.

Logan said seriously, "I'm making women's bras, which is also a benefit for men!"

"Got it," Richard automatically translated again: "Sure enough, this kid has ulterior motives. He's probably trying to make some weird toys and then using the guise of making money to get ahead of himself."

Richard wasn't interested. Selling weird toys only made him a pittance, so he figured he shouldn't bother with it!

Richard wasn't the only one who thought Logan was just wasting his time.

After hearing that Logan "wanted to pick up girls by selling women's underwear," Donald specially sent over a small jar of wine.

"Hey bro, I'm bringing you something good. After you drink this, I guarantee you'll be surrounded by women and having a blast!"

He winked and laughed, his voice laced with a vulgar "you know what I mean."

Logan stared at the familiar-looking "medicinal wine" and remained silent for a long time.

I'd really appreciate it, but I don't need it!
Fine, fine, you all look down on bras, huh? I'll start my own business and make them myself. If you're so capable, then you'll never touch bras again!

……

Well, not everyone is skeptical of Logan's bra business.

Annie Olsen, a regular at The Sun, a Chicago "playboy" goddess, and a promising future film star, realized that this could very well be a good business opportunity.

As a girl from rural Kansas, Anne believed she was already on the ladder of upward social mobility.

After becoming a Page 3 girl in The Sun, she indeed became "famous"!

All he gets is bad reputation!

After some bitches revealed that she was just from the countryside, she was bombarded with insults one after another. If she hadn't been mentally prepared, she probably would have had a mental breakdown.

But Logan is right, being famous or infamous is still fame!
Sure enough, after she became famous, some film industry agents were willing to sign her.

Anne was initially overjoyed, but after Logan gave her a slight reminder, she realized that the agents were giving her some unimportant, peripheral roles that audiences wouldn't even remember after watching a movie.

The agent also subtly revealed that the role was given to her because some big shots in the industry were interested in her and wanted to have in-depth conversations with her.

Annie then realized just how difficult it was to realize Logan's grand vision of "future movie stars".

Even if she manages to get into a big shot's bed, she won't get many roles. They'll mostly be minor, peripheral characters or extras, and she might not even have any lines.

She could only continue searching for Logan.

Logan's suggestion sounded absurd at first glance—go to school!

He said, "Believe me, reading more books is beneficial for both men and women. It will broaden your horizons, prevent you from limiting your vision to one place, allow you to see further, and help you reach higher in the future."

"Even if you want to become a big star, reading more books can make you more outstanding."

Anne didn't receive a good education, and even her accent only gradually shed its Kansas influence after she came to Chicago.

But at the height of her fame, asking her to read more books would be tantamount to starting all over again.

When she first heard the suggestion, she thought Logan was just trying to slip away after finishing his big meal—even though she had practically handed him the meal. Even though Logan had said he would pay for all the tuition.

Annie silently complained: You've taken advantage of me so many times, and you've never given me a penny of pocket money, but now you're being generous with my tuition!
However, after complaining, she still accepted Logan's suggestion.

—Hmph, it's definitely not because he's handsome and good in bed!

However, on the one hand, she realized that fame did not equate to a bright future; on the other hand, Logan also demonstrated exceptional ability.

When I first met him, The Sun was just a small office; now, in such a short time, The Sun has moved into a large building and is a household name throughout Chicago!

Such a capable guy, we can't just do this to scam her!

—Although she was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer volume of courses, including theater performance classes, piano and dance lessons, and literature tutoring!

But to be fair, reading more books does have some effect. She is no longer completely lost about the future, but has glimpsed a hazy direction in the fog.

For example, she was determined to seize the opportunity to join Logan's bra business, which was not well-regarded by others!

Especially after seeing the finished product, she became even more convinced of this.

……

They were still in Logan's familiar bedroom, and there were only the two of them, but this time it wasn't for taking pictures.

Annie is helping Logan review new bra products.

She carefully put on a thin piece of fabric, a simple and lightweight garment made of elastic material cleverly linked with thin straps.

"Logan, you're a genius! This bra you designed... it's like a cloud that every woman could only dream of! It's so light and soft, like a second skin!"

That's right, Logan designed this bra himself.

He had simply described the requirements and asked a few young designers to design the product, such as using cool, lightweight fabrics, minimal stitching, and providing shaping and support.

However, the designer's design left Logan in despair: it was to divide the chest binder into two parts and connect them in the middle with an elastic band... so rudimentary that he couldn't bear to look at it.

Logan then took the initiative to design the first modern women's bra, based on the push-up bras common in the previous era, and even applied for a patent.

Anne stood in front of the mirror, wearing only a Logan-designed bra, her cheeks flushed. Her breasts looked even more prominent and sexy.

Logan ran his fingers over the soft cotton fabric and the carefully designed curves, assessing the material of the finished product.

Anne's voice was sweet as she leaned closer to Logan, "You really know what men love. I bet men will love this stuff to death."

Logan said seriously, "What are you talking about! I'm doing this entirely to give women freedom of body, make it easier for them to breathe, and make them more attractive when they wear it!"

"You have no idea how rare it is to find a good man like me who serves women despite the pressure!"

Anne thought to herself, "If your hands weren't always covering the towering peaks, that would sound a little more convincing."

"Yes, without you, I can't even imagine how women across America could liberate themselves!"

Anne's voice rose an octave, filled with the intensity of a theatrical lead, her gaze fixed intently on Logan.

"This isn't just underwear! This is a revolution! You're not doing business, you're making history! You've been sent by God to liberate us women!"

Wow, so this acting class was definitely worth it!
Before Logan could clap, Annie lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting her panties. When she looked up again, her beautiful eyes were quickly filled with a misty haze, and her long eyelashes trembled helplessly.

"After taking the course, I realized that I might not be suited to be an actor. Since acting might not be a viable path, I should take advantage of my youth to do something else."

"Mr. Logan, can I be your business partner?"

Logan said quite sincerely, "You're absolutely perfect as an actor!"

Not to mention her current dramatic state.

Anne was beautiful enough to stand out among a group of handsome men and beautiful women; she had a striking quality that made her stand out instantly.

It's said that fame and fortune are beneficial to health! If you look at a person before and after they become famous, you'll see the difference.

After her rise to fame, she instead focused on learning acting, playing the piano and dancing, and studying literature, which cultivated her refined temperament. To put it simply, she is now exceptionally beautiful and has a true star quality!
Seeing that Logan wasn't responding, Anne was naturally unwilling to give up.

She blinked, the tears in her eyes receding. She turned her head slightly, her neck forming a graceful and docile arc, but her gaze, like a hook, looked straight into Logan's eyes from beneath his thick eyelashes.

Even so, I still want to be your partner!

"You see, your new designs need to be tried on by someone to know where they should be a bit tight and where they should be a bit loose, right?"

"Your finished products need to be worn by people to advertise them, right?"

"I'm fine with anything, I can fully cooperate with you."

A smile played on her lips, her eyes sparkling like spring water. "Think about it," she said, "a bra-wearing woman that the public can only drool over, wearing it only for you... for you alone to take it off..."

"Can I invest all my savings, $1000, just for a small share?"

As she finished speaking, she sniffed, her voice thick with emotion, and her pitiful appearance was enough to sway even the hardest heart.

However, Logan's tone remained calm, "Very good, I need your full cooperation..."

The main focus is on "doing the work," not "shares"!
Anne was furious at this blatantly scummy "good man," so she took off her bra and threw it hard at Logan's face.

Tsk!
Watching a beautiful woman take off her bra is truly a delightful experience, until she's completely naked. For a man, that moment feels like discovering the ultimate truth!
Logan possessed an absolute spirit of exploration when it came to the truth.

Logan caught the bra that flew over and sighed, "I'm going to invest at least a million dollars in this thing, how could I possibly put that much pressure on you?"

"How much!?" Unsurprisingly, Annie transformed into a screaming version of the Statue of Liberty standing in New York Harbor, well, the naked version.

What does one million dollars mean?
Logan, that scumbag, only paid her ten dollars for taking a picture of her. Is he going to keep taking pictures for a million dollars until the end of time?

Anne's eyes suddenly lit up.

She looked at Logan and felt that he was absolutely scumbag!
That was the golden light of wealth!
then……

Logan was overthrown by the truth!

……

[What decent man spends all his time thinking about women's breasts? So I'm convinced Logan is a pervert.]

—Excerpt from Richard Hudson's autobiography, Amusing Ourselves to Death, published in 1959, 4.

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