Chapter 246 The Final Attack
"Give me an aiwa Walkman."
“Hello, $99.”
"Hey man, do you think I have no IQ? Yeah, I'm African American. Look carefully, I'm purebred."
A black guy was pointing at his shiny black skin and constantly emphasizing his racial superiority to the salesperson.
"Of course, it's obvious." The salesperson looked at him helplessly.
I don’t know how many waves this has happened, and why does every black person have to emphasize this to him?
Just because you are African American, you can get a free meal? What a joke.
But what’s strange is that this Aiwa Walkman was sold out within the first two weeks of being put on the shelves.
But now no one is interested in it. Oh no, that’s not true. At least the African Americans in front of me are very interested in it.
"I'm going to say it again man, I'm black. When I offered to buy an Aiwa Walkman, you should have offered me $69, not a bullshit $99."
The black guy tirelessly promoted his pricing theory to the salesperson.
"Sir, if you don't leave, I'm going to call the police." The salesperson, losing his patience, decided to confront the police.
"FK! You vampire! And damn Aihua, you betrayed the African community and Wakanda!"
When the black guy saw the salesperson holding up the phone, he immediately stopped pestering him, swore a few words, and then left with an angry face.
…
After nearly a month of sailing, Aihua's second batch of stock finally arrived on the other side of the ocean.
Thanks to the sell-out success of the product during its initial launch, all stores that had previously stocked the product have chosen to restock it.
However, unlike the rapid consumption in the previous two weeks, this time, even though the Aiwa Walkman was placed in the most conspicuous position, not a single unit was sold.
Just like what happened 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 around fifty or sixty dollars two weeks ago, and suddenly it rose to nearly one hundred dollars.
They may be black, but they are not stupid. After their protest failed, they moved to other stores, but the result was the same.
Where is the light of Africa, where is the gospel of Wakanda?
Shit!
They were so angry that they cursed Aihua for being shameless, thinking that the latter had betrayed African Americans and that everything was a deception.
Every black person who went to the supermarket or store for Aihua returned empty-handed in the end.
As a result, Aihua's reputation in the African-American community plummeted. The more they loved him before, the more they hated him now.
Another strange phenomenon is that except for African Americans who are somewhat interested in Aiwa, no other ethnic group has ever visited Aiwa's shelves.
Why? Of course, it’s because the word “Ehua” is now almost synonymous with African Americans.
Of the hundreds of thousands of Aiwa Walkmans produced in the early days, more than 90% ended up in the hands of African Americans.
This phenomenon, which can almost be called a group habit, will of course gradually spread as communication progresses.
So after almost a month of fermentation, coupled with the black people's own publicity, it became almost a consensus that African Americans should use Aihua.
Not to mention the recent rumors that a gang composed of African-Americans got into a fight with a white salesperson because of Aihua.
In this situation, who would want to be associated with Aihua, who was labeled as African? White people avoided him.
Using a product called "Afro Light", oh my god, it makes me sick to think about it.
Racial discrimination in the 1980s was so blatant and natural.
But now Aihua has "betrayed" the African community that regards it as an honor, so the title of the light of African Americans, which lasted for just one month, collapsed.
Sure enough, love and hate happen in an instant.
…
"Then have a safe trip." Baichuan Feng stretched out his right hand.
"I'm looking forward to meeting Mr. Shirakawa again." Keiko Matsusaka gently squeezed his hand, then slowly withdrew it.
"I'll visit you when I get back to Tokyo."
"It's settled then."
Waving to the figure in front again, Baichuan Feng, who was standing at the door of the hotel, stretched leisurely.
Keiko Matsusaka is going back to her country today, and she and Kaede Shirakawa happen to be staying in the same hotel.
After all, it is Beverly Hills, and it is close to Hollywood, so the chances of meeting celebrities are greatly increased.
But since they were living together and she was planning to go back to Japan, Shirakawa Feng would of course see her off.
Hmm~, things in North America are almost done. Maybe it will be time for me to go back to Japan in another week.
Time flies so fast, it’s already July in the blink of an eye.
Tsk, when I go back, should I invite my brother out for a drink?
Baichuan Feng was a little conflicted. He was not conflicted about whether to invite his senior brother to drink, but whether to see Aihua off for the last time.
Well, we'll discuss these things later.
Baichuan Feng turned around and returned to the hotel, but before he could take any action, his eyes were covered by a pair of cool hands.
"Guess who I am?" The deliberately lowered voice made Baichuan Feng's body tense.
Are we going to get robbed? No, they were speaking Japanese, and Kojima and Sama behind him didn't move.
Then it must be someone I know. Hey, could it be Keiko Matsusaka who just left? Her voice does sound a bit similar.
Ah this... Baichuan Feng's heart beat faster. Is this guy so bold?
"Song..." Baichuan Feng suddenly stopped saying the name halfway through his mouth.
He cautiously asked, "Holy Son?"
"Hey" the light returned to his eyes, Baichuan Feng turned around, and it was indeed her.
"Shirakawa-kun, how did you know it was me?"
Seiko Matsuda took a step forward, put her hands on his arms, and put her cheek against his arms, being very intimate.
"Who else is there besides you?" Someone just called me yesterday and asked about my specific address in North America.
The only one who could find this place so quickly is a super idol like you with full action points.
"Really?" Matsuda Seiko was a little unconvinced, "Then whose name did Shirakawa-kun want to say just now?"
"Of course it's Seiko Matsuda," Shirakawa Feng explained without blushing, "But the United States is not Japan, so I guess no one will mind if I just call him Seiko."
Matsuda Seiko's eyes turned from suspicion to sweetness, "Shirakawa-kun is right, no one here knows us, so we can be bolder."
"Be bolder?" Baichuan Feng looked around curiously. There was indeed no one around, but how could he be bolder?
In his puzzled eyes, Seiko Matsuda told him the answer directly with her actions.
A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, then pressed down with a little force.
"Hmm~" Baichuan Feng's lips were blocked.
Kojima and Sama behind him silently looked away and turned into invisible people.
After a long while, the figures gradually separated.
This girl is so wild and bold.
"Shirakawa-kun, let's go back to the hotel first." Matsuda Seiko felt weak all over and was almost half hanging on Shirakawa Kaede.
So soft already? Bai Chuanfeng secretly despised her. If you want to be tough, you have to look at me.
"Okay." Baichuan Feng supported her and turned to walk into the hotel.
After such a long time, it's time to balance yin and yang.
…
"How is Aiwa's current market performance?" Shirakawa Feng was having a meeting with Howard and others in the conference room.
Howard smiled and said, "Aiwa has lost the recognition of the North American market. Although it is still struggling, it has no future."
From being very popular when it was first launched to being ignored now, a huge change has taken place in just two months.
Howard and Ulis now admire Baichuan Feng's courage. Although this boss is young, his methods are extremely ruthless.
Spending huge amounts of money to buy out all of Aiwa's Walkman players launched in North America was, on the one hand, to prevent the spread of the other party's influence, and on the other hand, to create the illusion that the other party's products were hot.
While the other party was stockpiling goods in large quantities, they would sell the Walkmans they had confiscated to African Americans at a discounted price.
Use a series of means to expand Aihua's influence among African Americans and exclude white people.
All of this is to allow Aihua and the African American to complete a certain bond, and it is a bond that is recognized by everyone.
After a month of fermentation, Aihua's ambition returned again.
Because of the previous illusion, the other party even increased the price on the original basis.
So Aiwa, full of confidence, welcomed the Africans who were misled by the low prices, and the result is naturally not difficult to imagine.
As for white people or other ethnic groups, I'm sorry, but we are an advanced civilization and will never associate with tribes.
Aihua, African Americans turned from love to hate, and white people avoided him.
Large quantities of previously stockpiled goods were left in warehouses with no one interested in buying them, and even the merchants who had previously stocked the goods filed collective complaints and demanded a refund.
The market has cooled and merchants have changed their minds.
I watched him build a red mansion, and I watched it collapse.
Spending more than five million US dollars in exchange for the demise of competitor Aiwa in North America is a good deal no matter how you look at it.
Yes, in this two-month-long layout, Shirakawa Electric also invested more than five million US dollars.
This amounts to about 1.2 billion yen, and the purpose is to clear the obstacles facing Shirakawa Electric in the low-end market in North America.
Now that the roads are clear, it’s time to harvest the market.
" Have we prepared the stock of our new generation of aircraft ?"
Shirakawa Feng was fiddling with the mini Walkman in his hand, which was a low-end model among Shirakawa Electric's next generation products.
"Of course Boss, no one will be our opponent this time." Howard was full of confidence.
Why? Because the latest generation FM-02 costs $63!
The unprecedented $60 era was even cheaper than the previous discounted Walkman from Aiwa.
Baichuan Feng can guarantee such a low price. For a long time to come, no one in the low-end market will pose a threat to Baichuan Electric.
Even if Panasonic arrives here across the ocean in a while, it won’t work. Since it is low-end, it has to be done to the lowest level.
"Okay, it's time. Let's send Aihua off for the last time."
Baichuan Feng gently put down the Walkman in his hand and sounded the final offensive horn in this war without gunpowder.
"Yes, my dear Boss." Howard couldn't wait to see Edward leaving North America in disgrace.
In fact, the clarion call for attack was not only sounded in North America, but also in Japan.
When Shirakawa Kaede said he wanted to send Aiwa on its last journey, he was referring to Aiwa's overall global Walkman market.
Brother, see you in Tokyo.
