The door opened, Li Jianguo and Zhao Hongjun came in, and what they saw was Li Yiming holding a pen hanging on the paper, and then looking up to think.

"Yiming, if you can't think of it, you don't want to think about it, it's not in a hurry. Li Jianguo saw that his son was in a daze, and hurriedly opened his mouth to persuade him.

Zhao Hongjun also nodded: "Yes, take your time with this." ”

"I didn't think I couldn't figure it out. ”

"Huh?" The two looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, but they still came up with it?

"Because we don't have what they want, that's the biggest reason," Li Yiming looked at the two of them and said very seriously, "And even if they want it, they pretend not to want it, and then force us to sell it cheaply!"

Zhao Hongjun walked to the table and peeked at the paper where there were already a lot of things written on it.

Li Jianguo didn't know what to say, if his son said yes, it would probably be, and it sounded reasonable.

You have something, but others don't want you, so you have to sell it cheaply, or you'll starve to death.

"So what are we going to do? Rare earths?" asked Li Jianguo hesitantly.

When Zhao Hongjun heard this strange word, he couldn't remember what it was. Li Jianguo took out the dictionary from the bookshelf and flipped to the end to explain it to him.

"We have such a good thing?" Zhao Hongjun was surprised.

"Yes, but we also need rare earths, this is a very important resource, it is not possible to exchange it all for foreign exchange! The things in the field are not useless!" Li Yiming held his chin and thought about things, "What things are not only used, but also constantly easier and easier to make money?"

He knows that cultural products are yes, but is there no culture in China?

Of course there is, but people don't recognize it, don't like it, don't fan you, your product is still not valuable, this truth Li Yiming is very clear.

It's like in those stories, many people are collecting, and a little money can collect a lot of good things, but no one else knows that it's a good thing?

People are poor and in a hurry to use money, so they can't afford to wait, and the values are not the same.

In Zhao Hongjun's eyes, Comrade Yiming sat behind the table with a serious face, his fingers kept knocking on the table, and then his face suddenly brightened, and he wrote a few words on the paper.

"Fan economy..."Zhao Hongjun looked at Li Jianguo with some puzzlement when he saw these words, "I have eaten dried noodles in Shenxian County, it tastes good, is this very promising?"

"If it's exported, it's best to make it a brand, and by the way, you can also do this on the side of the pot, and pack it after drying. Li Jianguo said in a low voice.

"Like that instant noodles?" Zhao Hongjun shook his head as soon as he finished speaking, "That one has to be cooked, otherwise it won't taste good, I think that instant noodles seem to be fried in oil,......"

Li Jianguo nodded slightly.

"It's not that fan," Li Yiming heard it funny, stood up and turned the paper towards them, "It's something that sells celebrities." ”

Li Jianguo laughed, it turned out to be this, and his son said that his manuscript could be valuable: "Then what fans do you say, we all think it's a fan dry." ”

"Words transliterated abroad. Li Yiming looked at the two of them, "It's the star effect, the things of big stars, people who like them spend a lot of money to buy and collect, and they can make a lot of money by holding a meeting everywhere." ”

Zhao Hongjun and Li Jianguo looked at each other blankly: "Uh... Really?"

Li Yiming looked at the two of them, thought about it, and asked, "That Huang Rong, Guo Jing, there will be many people who like it, right?"

"Many!"

"That Sachiko, Mitsuo, has a lot of people who like it, right?"

"Quite a few!" Zhao Hongjun said with certainty, but his voice was not loud.

Li Jianguo nodded.

They have all watched "Blood Suspicion", the poor beautiful Sachiko who has an inexplicable terminal illness, and the light man who is too handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes and good facial features, in the eyes of the audience, he is no longer said to be himself but his own person, even if he remembers that he is from this book, he has to add that this is a friend of this book, which is different from war criminals and militarists.

Li Yiming looked at them and circled them on the paper: "Then they can find a random place, fence it around to collect tickets, and say that you can go in and say three words to them for a dollar, and stand by the door for a dime to take a look, someone will go, right?"

Zhao Hongjun was stunned and turned his head to Li Jianguo, this is really possible, if you have a little extra money, you can spend a piece to say three words, and if you don't have any money, you can spend a dime to see what is fresh.

"Right, if you want to spend five dollars to enter the venue, you can listen to them sing a theme song, and then there is something they signed, would you like it?"

Zhao Hongjun's face twitched twice, and he almost said three words I was willing to say.

"Okay, I know the answer, we are still poor, people in rich countries are even crazier, celebrities can sell anything, and it is very expensive. What is alive is worth it, and what is dead is worth more......" Li Yiming held his chin and began to think about it.

"We also have stars, right?" said this, Zhao Hongjun completely understood, "but they... Can I earn foreign exchange when I go abroad?"

Li Yiming stared at the paper for a while: "Yes, but not immediately!"

Zhao Hongjun's heart was shocked, what did I hear?

Comrade Yiming seems to be preparing to make a big move, does he want to organize domestic artists to perform abroad? But can foreigners like it? Will they think that we are going to liberate them?

Zhao Hongjun, who felt that these things were far away from him, was already numb, and he felt out of the smoke again in a bit of a daze.

Li Yiming raised his little face and thought for a while: "I don't know how much my signature is worth." ”

The cigarette that Zhao Hongjun had just put in his mouth fell instantly.

Li Yiming looked at him: "It's just an idea." ”

Zhao Hongjun picked up the cigarette and said with a wry smile: "That, Comrade Yiming's brain hole is also very big!"

He can now use the word proficiently, anyway, as soon as he hears it, he understands that there is a hole in his head, and of course there are ideas that keep popping up.

"If it can be very valuable, I have to set the price, if it is cheap, I will not sell it, it is better to change the machine, foreign exchange or something......"

"Isn't it in China?" Zhao Hongjun was surprised, he just thought that the little inventor and writer in front of him were going to sell his signature in China, but it turned out to be sold abroad.

"No, what do you sell in China, the money comes and goes is not printed by yourself, and it can't become a productive product. We want machine tools!" Li Yiming pointed to the catalog just now, "Everything that is missing!"

Zhao Hongjun sighed: "Will they be reluctant to buy it?"

I heard Li Yiming finish talking about pricing power just now, and I immediately learned it.

"So the point is not whether I can sign or not, but to find a way to make them want to buy it and rush to buy it......"

"But ......" Zhao Hongjun couldn't bear it anymore looking at Li Yiming's serious nonsense, "Is this signature useful to them? This is not a mine or a cultural relic." ”

"What if I'm a celebrity?"

"But Comrade Yiming, I have to say solemnly, being famous in China and being internationally renowned are two different things!"

"I know, I'm... Aren't you thinking about how to become internationally famous? Wouldn't I be able to sing in English?"

Zhao Hongjun's eyes lit up, yes, this Comrade Ming is still a composer and lyricist, but he has seen one so far, maybe he has a lot more in his mind.

"Well, I'll do a lot of things, see how to use it. ”

Li Yiming gently grabbed his chin.

This action made Zhao Hongjun want to laugh a little, but today's incident made him unable to take this kid seriously.

Li Jianguo looked at the calendar in front of his son, it was not today, but the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Li Yiming stretched out his hand and turned the calendar page back to today: "Dad, if you don't leave tomorrow, you have to tell Uncle Guoping that you can come to us if you have something." ”