Reborn Tokyo Golden Age.

Chapter 247 The Last Horn of Attack
"Give me an aiwa walkman."

"Hi, $99."

"Hey buddy, do you think I have no IQ? Ang~ I'm African-American, see clearly, purebred."

A black buddy was pointing at his dark and shiny skin, and kept emphasizing his racial advantages to the salesperson.

"Of course, it's obvious." The salesperson looked at him helplessly.

I don’t know how many waves this is already, why does every black person emphasize this point to him?
Is it because you are of African descent that you can be exempted from the bill? What a joke.

But the strange thing is that this Aiwa Walkman will be swept away in the first two weeks of its release.

But now no one cares about it, oh no, you can't say that, at least the African-Americans in front of you are very interested in it.

"Dude I'll say it again, I'm black. When I offered to buy the Ava Walkman, you should have asked $69, not $99 shit."

The black buddies are tirelessly explaining their pricing theory to the salesperson.

"Sir, if you don't leave, I will call the police." The impatient salesman decided to show his cards.

"FK! You vampire! And shit Aihua, you betrayed the African-American community, you betrayed Wakanda!"

When the black buddies saw the salesperson holding up the phone, they stopped pestering immediately, cursed a few words, and left here angrily.

After nearly a month of sailing, Aihua's second batch of stocking finally arrived at the other side of the ocean.

Thanks to the fact that the first listing was sold out, the stores that had previously stocked up all chose to stock up again.

However, unlike the rapid digestion in the previous two weeks, this time even though the Aihua Walkman was placed in the most prominent position, it still did not sell a single one.

Just like the scene in the convenience store just now, African Americans were very interested in them at first, but after asking about the price, they all expressed protest without exception.

Just kidding, the price was still in the [-]s or [-]s two weeks ago, but it suddenly rose to nearly [-] dollars.

They are black and white, but they are not stupid.After the protest was invalid, they moved to other stores, and the result remained the same.

What about the good African-American light, and the good Wakanda Gospel.

shit!

Angry, they scolded Aihua for being shameless, thinking that the latter had betrayed the African-Americans, and everything was a deception.

Every black man who rushed to Aihua to go to the supermarket and store, without exception, all returned empty-handed in a hurry.

As a result, Aihua's reputation plummeted among the African-American community. How much he loved him before, now he hates her.

And another strange phenomenon is that except for Africans who are a little interested in Aihua, no other ethnic group has visited Aihua's shelves.

Why?Of course, because the word Aihua is now almost bound to African Americans.

More than 90% of the hundreds of thousands of Aihua Walkmans in the early days went to African-Americans.

This phenomenon, which can almost be called ethnic habits, will of course spread gradually as communication progresses.

So after almost a month of fermentation, coupled with the black people's own publicity, it has almost become a consensus for African Americans to use Aihua.

Not to mention the recent rumors of black gang members, as Aihua and white salesmen got into a fight.

Under such circumstances, who is willing to have anything to do with Aihua who is labeled as an African-American, and the white people avoid it one after another.

Using a product called "Afro Light" oh my god it's disgusting to think about it.

The racial discrimination in the 80s was so blatant and natural.

But now Aihua has "betrayed" the African-American group who regarded it as an honor, so the title of Light of African-American, which lasted for just one month, collapsed.

Sure enough, love and hate are in an instant.

"Then, have a good trip." Bai Chuanfeng stretched out his right hand.

"Looking forward to meeting Shirakawa-san again." Keiko Matsusaka gently squeezed his hand, grasped it, and slowly retracted it.

"I'll visit you when I get back to Tokyo."

"That's it."

Once again, he waved his hand towards the figure in front of him, and Bai Chuanfeng, who was standing at the entrance of the hotel, stretched leisurely.

Keiko Matsusaka was going back to China today, and it happened that she was staying in a hotel with Bai Chuanfeng.

After all, it is Beverly Hills, and it is close to Hollywood, so the chances of meeting celebrities are greatly increased.

But since they lived together, she was planning to go back to Nihong again, so of course Bai Chuanfeng gave it away.

Well~, things in North America are about the same, and maybe it will be time for me to go back to Neon in another week.

Time flies so fast, and it's already July in a blink of an eye.

Tsk, if you go back, do you want to invite senior brother out for a drink?

Bai Chuanfeng was a little entangled. What he was entangled with was not whether to invite his brother to drink, but whether to send Aihua one last time.

Well, these things will be discussed later.

Bai Chuanfeng turned back to the hotel, but before he could act, his eyes were covered by a pair of cool bare hands.

"Guess who I am?" The deliberately low voice made Bai Chuanfeng's body tense.

You won't encounter robbery, will you?No, it was in Japanese, and Kojima and Sama behind him didn't move.

Then it must be an acquaintance, hey, it can't be Keiko Matsusaka who just left, it seems to be a bit similar.

Ah, Bai Chuanfeng's heart beat a little faster, is this person so bold.

"Song" blurted out the name halfway, but Bai Chuanfeng stopped suddenly.

He cautiously opened his mouth to test, "Holy Son?"

"Hey..." The light in front of his eyes regained, Bai Chuanfeng turned his head, and it really was her.

"Bai Chuan-kun, how do you know it's me?"

Seiko Matsuda strode forward, holding his arm with both hands, and pressed his cheek against his arm, too intimate.

"Who else is there besides you?" I just called myself yesterday, asking for my specific address in North America.

The only one who can find this place so quickly is you, a super idol with full action points.

"Really?" Seiko Matsuda was a little disbelieving, "Whose name did Bai Chuan-kun want to say just now?"

"Of course it's Seiko Matsuda." Bai Chuanfeng explained without blushing, "But the country of America is not neon, so no one will care if I call Seiko directly."

Seiko Matsuda's eyes turned from suspicion to sweetness, "What Shirakawa-kun said is that no one here knows us, so we can be bolder."

"Be bolder?" Bai Chuanfeng looked around strangely, there was no one there, but he still had to be bold.

In his puzzled eyes, Seiko Matsuda told him the answer directly with actions.

A pair of lotus root arms wrapped around his neck, and then pressed down slightly.

"Oh~" Bai Chuanfeng's lips were blocked.

Kojima and Sama silently looked away behind them, turning into transparent people.

After a while, the figures gradually separated.

This girl is so wild, she is really bold.

"Bai Chuan-kun, let's go back to the hotel first." Matsuda Seiko felt powerless, almost half-hanging on Bai Chuan Feng.

Is this soft?Bai Chuanfeng secretly despised her for a while, if you want to be tough, you have to look at us.

"Okay." Bai Chuanfeng supported her, turned around and walked into the hotel.

After such a long time, it is time to reconcile the yin and yang.

"How is Aihua's current market performance?" In the conference room, Bai Chuanfeng was having a meeting with Howard and the others.

Howard smiled, "Aihua has lost its recognition in the North American market. Although it is still lingering, it will have no future."

From the momentum when it was first listed to the fact that no one cares about it today, in just two months, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

Howard and Ulis now admire Bai Chuanfeng's courage. Although this boss is young, his methods are extremely ruthless.

Spending huge sums of money to wipe out Aihua's Walkmans listed in North America, on the one hand, prevent the spread of the other party's influence, and on the other hand, give the other party the false impression that the product is popular.

And while the other party was hoarding goods in large quantities, he changed hands and sold the collected Walkmans to African-Americans.

Using a series of means to expand Aihua's influence among African Americans and exclude whites.

All of this is to allow Aihua and African Americans to complete a certain bond, and it is a bond recognized by everyone.

After a month of fermentation, when Aihua's ambitions make a comeback again.

Because of the previous illusion, the other party even increased the price on the original basis.

So Aiwa, who was full of confidence, ushered in the African-Americans who were misled by low prices, and the result was naturally not difficult to imagine.

As for whites or other ethnic groups, sorry, we are a higher civilization and will never associate with tribes.

Aihua, African-Americans turn from love to hate, and white people avoid it.

A large number of previously hoarded goods were stranded in the warehouse and no one cared about them, and even the merchants who had purchased the goods collectively complained and asked to return the goods.

When the market is cold, businesses change their minds.

Seeing him get up from the Zhu Building, seeing his building collapsed.

Using more than 500 million US dollars in exchange for the withering of its competitor Aihua in North America is a good deal no matter how you look at it.

Yes, in this two-month-long layout, Baichuan Electric also invested more than 500 million US dollars.

The conversion is about 12 billion yen, in order to clear the obstacles of Shirakawa Electric in the low-end market in North America.

Now that the way is clear, it is time to harvest the market.

"Is the stocking of our new generation models ready?"

Bai Chuanfeng was fiddling with the mini Walkman in his hand, which was the low-end model of Bai Chuan Electric's next-generation products.

"Of course Boss, no one will be our opponent this time." Howard burst with confidence.

why?Because the latest generation FM-02, priced at $63!

The unprecedented $60 era is cheaper than Aiwa's fractured Walkman.

With such a low price, Bai Chuanfeng can guarantee it.For quite a long time thereafter, no one in the low-end market will pose a threat to Baichuan Electric.

Even Panasonic, which arrived here after crossing the ocean in a while, will not work. Since it is low-end, it must be the lowest.

"Okay, it's time, let's send Aihua one last time."

Bai Chuanfeng gently put down the Walkman in his hand, and blew the final attack horn in this smoke-free war.

"Obey, my dear Boss." Howard couldn't wait to see Aihua leaving North America in despair.

In fact, the horn of attack is not only sounded in North America, but also in the neon homeland.

When Bai Chuanfeng said that he wanted to send Aihua one last trip, it was naturally Aihua's overall Walkman market in the world.

Brother, see you in Tokyo.

(End of this chapter)