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It's important to understand that this 50% is the net profit after selling the watch, which is an extremely significant concession for any company.
“Mr. Xu Fu, in fifty percent of cases, Waterbury is simply not profitable.”
His tone indicated the current predicament at Waterbury, but Xu Fu's expression still showed some disapproval.
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Business negotiations are not a place for personal relationships.
The situation at Waterbury may be difficult, but many companies were in similar circumstances during the Great Depression, and Xu Fu could not allow these distractions from his bottom line.
After all, Superman's current popularity didn't come out of nowhere.
Whether it was the serialization in the Daily Messenger, the Messenger comics, or the radio series about superhero adventures, all of these were created by Xu Fu bit by bit.
Faced with Xu Fu's firm stance, the Waterbury administration was clearly facing a dilemma.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Xu Fu, but the decision to cut the contract by fifty percent is not up to me.”
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Therefore, inside the coffee shop, the person in charge struggled for a long time before finally having to speak.
"I need to check with the company first before I can give you an answer."
"Yes."
Xu Fu understood that licensing negotiations couldn't be completed overnight, but before the meeting ended, he reminded the responsible parties: "However, it should be noted that there is more than one watch company wanting to obtain Superman's license. Since I personally prefer the image designed by Waterbury, I hope to receive your reply as soon as possible. I hope to receive your reply as soon as possible."
Xu Fu's seemingly unintentional reminder at the end clearly made the Waterbury manager nervous for quite a while.
During the Great Depression, there were several watch companies like Waterbury. Although he knew this might just be a tactic Xu Fu used to pressure contracts, the manager still couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Of course, three days after the meeting, Xu Fu received Waterbury's comments.
The watch company agreed to a 5/5 profit split, but on the condition that Xu Fu could not collaborate with other watch companies to produce similar products before the "Superman" watch was manufactured.
Xu Fu had nothing to say about this, because Waterbury was the first watch company to come to him so far.
Soon, The Courier signed a licensing agreement with Waterbury Watch Company for the Superman watch and immediately began production.
Chapter 704 Adaptation
Antimir, New York.
As night falls, the streets are bustling with traffic, and the glittering lights illuminate the city beyond recognition.
Snap, snap.
In Queens, several Black children are playing basketball on a small court, while in the distance, several Black men are smoking.
"Ew!"
The black man lowered his head, took a sip of cheap whiskey, and leaned against the wall, unable to hold back his curses.
Besides nurturing streetball players, Queens is also home to a large number of alcoholics, and it is the safest neighborhood in all of New York City. In addition to Hell's Kitchen, large groups of black people loiter on the streets, further complicating the city's security problems.
"If those damn cops hadn't shut down the Rosedale Activity Center, I wouldn't be sitting here in '167' watching a bunch of black guys play basketball."
"These people play ball all day long; they're just a bunch of crazy people."
"Never underestimate basketball."
Snatching a sip of whiskey from the grumbling Black man, the tattooed man on his left cheek calmly said...
"I heard that these basketball players earn more per game than they do per delivery."
"really?"
Upon hearing these words, a look of shock appeared on the grotesque face of the black man on the wall. He took a drag of his cigarette and repeated, "Are all rich people lazy like this?"
"Who knows?"
A Black man with tattoos on his face shrugged and looked at the Black kids huddled around the basketball, saying, "I'm not rich, so how would I know what they're thinking?"
“I think this is all a conspiracy, an open white conspiracy.”
The expression on the black man's face on the wall became visibly ecstatic. He stammered, his tone clearly hypothetical: "They put black people on the court as commodities to compete, then graded them based on their performance, and then bought and sold them at will for the value of that grade, just like they bought and sold black slaves, except everything was on leather, and it was called basketball."
Few Black people in Queens who are involved in gangs do not believe they are facing racism.
In their case, they blamed societal discrimination against Black people, and they made good use of that.
"If this were true, I would be willing to become such a commodity."
Taking a sip of his drink, the tattooed Black man spoke with an envious tone.
"Haven't you seen videos of these basketball players?" They live in upscale neighborhoods, go to bars after playing basketball every day, and are always surrounded by a group of hypnotized girls—it's the life of a dream.
"Ew!"
Upon hearing the description of his accomplices, the black man on the wall couldn't help but curse; clearly, this was the life he envied.
“These brainwashed white idiots, you can’t call them black anymore, they’re a bunch of puppets.”
As a result, even Black people became targets of his curses.
He hated not only white people, but also black people who were stronger than him.
In one corner of the scene, just as the two black thugs had nothing to do but complain to each other, a figure suddenly appeared in the dim light of the street from a distance, waving.
"Look over there."
Grabbing the bottle, the tattooed man in black couldn't help but swallow hard, for his eyes had spotted a figure in the shadows.
"Am I wrong? Is there someone here at this time?"
Hearing his accomplice's warning, the black man leaning against the wall also noticed the beautiful body under the light. His eyes were clouded with ecstasy, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the man's crotch.
"Let me go and say hello to her."
Driven by desire, he walked towards the figure without thinking. As he drew closer, the black man could see the figure more clearly in the light. It was a woman with long, flowing black hair, dressed in exotic attire. Her wheat-colored skin and the teeth adorning her waist gave her a primal, wild look.
Holiday
A Black man, mouth agape and whistling, blocked the woman's path with a sly expression and said, "Madam, it's not safe for you to be alone in Queens at night. Do you need help?"
"Yes. . "
Calypso looked at the obviously unsuspecting black man in front of him and then nodded in agreement.
"That lecherous fool deserves to die."
Looking at his companion walking ahead of him, the tattooed black man couldn't help but mutter curses under his breath.
He did not complain about his accomplices' actions, but rather expressed regret that his opponent had defeated him.
Under the watchful eye of a tattooed Black man, the accomplice approached the woman who was alone in Queens and spoke to her for several minutes.
Just as he thought things would escalate into violence as they had in the past, the woman across from him readily agreed to her Black companion's request. As he watched the couple walk into the alley, the envious look on the tattooed Black man's face became even more pronounced.
If I had known, I wouldn't have reminded him sooner.
So, as the black-tattooed man glared angrily, the two walked into the center of the alley, just as he was also hesitating about whether to pass through.
Suddenly, the woman who had come in with him from the alley came out again and waved to him.
"So fast?"
A look of surprise crossed the tattooed black man's face, which then turned into a contemptuous smile. He picked up his 0.9 whiskey, drank the last bit of whiskey in the bottle, and confidently walked into the alley.
Snap, snap.
"Give me that."
There were some Black people sweating on the field.
With a scream, the thrown basketball struck his fingertips, flew off the court, and bounced several times on the ground before rolling into a distant alley.
"Damn it, you don't know how to throw accurately."
Watching the basketball roll away, the Black children playing the game complained to each other, while the Black child who passed the ball was pushed around to retrieve it.
The dim lights on both sides of Queens illuminated the entrance to the alley. The black boy retrieving the ball glanced at the impatient crowd on the field, and finally mustered up the courage to run to the middle of the alley.
As you enter the alley, the stench of decay intensifies.
Chapter 705 A Deadly Blow
Frowning and pinching his nose, the Black man didn't seem to care much about the stench. After all, the garbage disposal situation in Queens wasn't very good, and this kind of smell was common in the neighborhood.
"Where did he go?"
The Black man, with his nose closed, searched for a rolling basketball in the dimly lit alley.
"found it!"
Finally, a little distance from the entrance, the outline of a mud lake can be seen.
Kasha
As he approached, the dark-skinned man reached out and took the basketball from the alley, but the strange sensation at his fingertips caused a change in his expression.
When he picked up the basketball, the stench filling his nose became even stronger, and even if he pinched his nose, he couldn't stop himself from looking down at the basketball in his hands.