Chapter 244: The Gospel of Wakanda
Hearing Julis's complaints, Baichuan Feng suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked up.
"Uh, Boss, I'm not racist..." Yuris spread his hands and explained.
"Don't be nervous, Juris," Baichuan Feng interrupted his political correctness, "You just said that African Americans like Aihua's Walkman very much?"
"Yes," Ulis shrugged, "maybe because they are cheap enough, or maybe because they are also black.
Anyway, those black guys like it very much, who knows? "
Seeing that Baichuan Feng didn't care about his so-called racial discrimination, Yulis simply let himself go.
If it weren't for the fact that Shirakawa Kaede is Asian and his boss, he would have started loudly mocking those black people a long time ago.
Damn, what racism?
It was only the early 1980s, and the apartheid laws had only been repealed for more than a decade.
Discrimination against black people is widespread across the United States now. Isn't it normal for a normal person to have prejudice against African Americans?
Although the bill was withdrawn, the barriers in people's hearts were not removed.
Baichuan Feng picked up Aihua's Walkman again and studied it carefully. Well, it was indeed quite dark.
"How much do they sell for?"
"$89"
It is 20 dollars cheaper than Shirakawa Electric's FM-01. No wonder Yulis is so stressed.
"Aiwa's Walkman was just launched this month, so the distribution channels should not be fully rolled out yet, right?"
Baichuan Feng's eyes began to become ambiguous.
"They are using some of Sony's strength and are gradually spreading from the East Coast to the West Coast."
Sony's headquarters is on the East Coast, so Aiwa started distributing its products there first.
"It's not too late to take action now. Waiting until they have fully distributed the products may make it difficult to deal with them."
Baichuan Feng threw Aihua's walkman onto the table, making a crisp "click" sound.
Howard and Yulis looked at each other and said at the same time, "Boss, what do you need us to do?"
"Where in the eastern United States are there the most African Americans?" Baichuan Feng's eyes flashed with political correctness.
"Detroit, Chicago, New York!" The two local natives spit out three place names without hesitation.
"From west to east, buy all the Aiwa Walkmans on the market, and then distribute them to these three cities."
"Boss! What do you want to do...?" Howard and Ulysse widened their eyes.
"These Walkmans were sold to African Americans at a lower price of $79, $69 or even $59! Remember, they are only sold to African Americans!"
Baichuan Feng gave the order in a decisive manner, completely ignoring the fact that he would also be losing money by doing so.
Aiwa's Walkman has just been released and there are not many of them circulating on the market.
Even if the loss is 20 US dollars per film, hundreds of thousands of films would only be a few million US dollars, and Baichuan Feng can afford to lose this money.
"Oh boss, I have to say you have astonished me once again. I cannot express in words my admiration for you..."
Howard was better, but Ulis simply fell into incoherent speech.
Damn, are all Japanese so cruel?
In order to deal with their own compatriots, they are not afraid of suffering heavy losses and even use those niggers at the same time.
Oh my God, Julis dared to guarantee that even the most black-hearted capitalist he had ever seen would be as pure as a lamb in front of the boss.
"Remember, only sell to Africans. Also, don't let Shirakawa Electric get involved in this matter.
I don’t care what means you use, but I believe there must be a way to do this.”
Things have to be done, but Baichuan Feng doesn't want to get involved.
"Understood!" Howard and Ulysses both showed a look of understanding.
"By the way, Boss, what if white people or other races want to buy it?" At this time, Julis thought of another question.
After all, selling at low prices is still very attractive to most people.
"Then tell them that Aihua's Walkman is only sold to black people!"
Baichuan Feng would rather lose money himself than send Aihua to the hands of his black friends.
This is good news from Wakanda, everyone else stands back a little.
Howard and Ulysse looked at each other, and the latter immediately let out a strange laugh.
"Hey, don't worry boss, I can guarantee that Aihua will be an exclusive brand for African Americans in the future."
"Very good," Baichuan Feng nodded, "There is no time to lose, we need to act as soon as possible.
The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us.”
As the Aiwa Walkman had just been launched on the market, people in North America had no impression of it yet.
Then you should mark it with the African mark as soon as possible. Once this BUFF is solidified, it will surely bring a surprise to your senior brother.
Hey, brother, next time we go back to Tokyo, it will be my turn to treat you to a drink.
…
In Queens, New York, Jim carefully walked to the alley filled with garbage bags.
Before going in, he looked around and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure there were no people from other gangs.
After dusk, Queens becomes almost entirely dominated by African Americans.
Fortunately, he also had a layer of protective color. Jim looked at his chocolate skin and suddenly felt thankful for it.
"Mother FUCK, Jim, you coward, why are you dawdling?
Did the chick last night keep you from getting out of bed, or are you scared that it’s getting dark and want to go back to your mom?”
"Haha~ Coward Jim~"
The sudden curses from the dark alley startled Jim, but the laughter that followed made his tense body relax.
"Boss Kent, I brought you something good today?"
Coward is Jim's nickname, but he is never ashamed of it.
He even felt that this was the true meaning of his life. Those who were brave enough to laugh at him either went to see God or went to jail.
For example, his boss Kent, nicknamed "King Kong", has a strong body and can beat Jim like a chicken.
But Jim didn't envy him at all, because he had changed three bosses in two months.
Who knows if someone will suddenly inform him tomorrow that the boss has been replaced again.
The boss comes and goes, but Jim the Coward remains forever.
Jim walked up to his new boss and took out something he had prepared. "Boss, look , what is this?"
"Hmm? Mother FK! What on earth did you get?"
Kent, like a gorilla, looked at the dark Jim in the dark alley, trying to identify the black object in his hand.
It was so dark that Kent couldn't see what the mass was for a moment.
"Uh, boss, this is a Walkman. You know, a Walkman, something you can carry with you to listen to music, very cool!"
As he spoke, Jim began to demonstrate skillfully how to use the machine.
When Kent heard the rhythmic music coming from the headphones, he snatched the Walkman from Jim's hand.
"Where are the leaves Jim said they were going to get? Why is it this?"
"Uh, boss, this is good stuff too."
It's really good. Although Kent, a big black man, has heard of this kind of machine, he doesn't have one himself.
The prices easily reach hundreds of dollars, which is definitely not something that these low-level minions can afford.
Wait, where did Jim get that?
Kent casually put the Walkman in his hand into his pocket, then crossed his arms and looked at Jim meaningfully.
"Jim, you know the rules of the gang, right? If there is a way, then we can all do it together, and if you eat alone..." Kent smiled maliciously.
The others standing in the alley also gathered around silently, leaving only the weak Jim trembling in the middle.
"Of course..." Jim swallowed, "It's at Papa Bailey's."
"Daddy Bailey?" Kent muttered.
Daddy Bailey is the owner of a grocery store in a black neighborhood. No one knows his real name and no one dares to mess with him.
It's just because he likes watching football games that everyone gave him this nickname.
"What the hell is going on? How did a coward like you get the money to get something like this from Father Bailey? Did you steal it?"
"Of course not." Facing Kent's suspicion, Jim quickly denied it. Not everyone can mess with Old Man Bailey.
"Papa Bailey's stuff is cheap, only $70."
"So cheap?" Kent had seen it in the supermarket and found that the cheapest Walkman cost more than a hundred dollars.
The one I have now is almost half the price.
"Yes," Jim nodded, "Not only that, Daddy Bailey said that if we help him sell this thing, we will get a $2 kickback for every unit sold."
Actually, Daddy Bailey said $3, but after Jim reached an agreement with him, he changed it to $2 in front of Kent.
"Really?" Kent's eyes lit up. This was also a way to make money.
"That's right, but Papa Bailey also has conditions. Uh, the condition is that you have to sell it to black people to get a kickback.
If we violate the agreement, there will be no more kickbacks for us in the future.
Boss Kent, you know how well-informed Father Bailey is, so we'd better not try to challenge his rules."
Seeing that Kent was about to use violence again, Jim quickly blurted out the rest of his words.
"WTF?" Kent asked with a question mark on his face.
What the hell kind of condition is this? Is this just for giving benefits to us black people?
"They say this is the gospel from Wakanda." Jim explained weakly again.
“???” Kent.
…
"It's only $75, man, that's a steal.
You know, Wal-Mart used to sell it for $89, and it was absolutely guaranteed to be authentic.”
Kent is introducing an Epworth Walkman to a fellow man in Brooklyn.
"But why do you sell it for 79?" The black guy was a little confused. Wouldn't this mean they were losing money?
"Just tell me if it's cheap or not?" Kent said impatiently.
"Okay," the black guy was a little tempted, after all, it was $14 cheaper. This was the 1980s, and $14 was enough for him to experience fast food.
Moreover, there are no such cheap Walkmans in Walmart supermarkets now, and they are always out of stock.
"Believe me man, you got a great deal, this is Wakanda's blessing.
Look at this logo, aiwa, our own black brand. "
"Wakanda?"
"It's not important." Kent waved his hand. "Remember to spread the word to your friends. If you want to buy a Walkman, go to King Kong Kent in Queens. He has the lowest price in the United States."
Don’t talk about the gospel of Wakanda. As long as they can make money, it’s okay to let Kent parade on the streets holding a sign that says “Black Lives Matter”.
Having fooled another black compatriot, Kent happily thought that it seemed that being a middleman had more money prospects than being a gang boss.
I was just a small boss at the bottom level and I didn't even get $100 a week.
But since becoming a middleman, his income has more than doubled.
"Hello... I heard there are cheap Walkmans here?"
When Kent was imagining the future, a timid sounded behind him.
The big black Kent turned his head and saw a white young man looking at him cautiously.
White ghost?
"Hey! Listen, white guy, we don't do business with white people here. This kind of thing..." Kent pointed to the Aihua Walkman in his hand.
"It's only sold to African Americans. It's a high-tech product from Wakanda. Have you ever seen a white guy using it? Yeah~"
"But..." The white young man wanted to get closer to her.
"Get lost, little rabbit. This is high-tech. Do you country bumpkins know what high-tech is?
If you don't leave now, watch out for your butt. My brothers haven't tasted it for a long time."
As soon as Kent finished speaking, another big man standing next to him took a step forward, cracking his fists and looking at the frightened white youth with malicious intent.
"Sorry for disturbing you..." said the white young man and ran away .
As expected, these guys are garbage, and the things they sell are garbage too.
