Chapter 39: The other party surrendered before I even made a move
Ota Ward is the westernmost ward of Tokyo's 23 wards and the only one of the 23 wards with a large number of industrial clusters.
Ota Ward, Kawasaki City, and Yokohama City form the core of the Keihin industrial belt around Tokyo Bay.
The post-war RB economy developed rapidly, and the manufacturing industry based on the Keihin Industrial Belt industrial cluster made an indelible contribution to this.
Therefore, there are a large number of manufacturing companies in Ota Ward. However, with the continuous expansion of the Tokyo metropolitan area in recent years, the government is organizing intensive industries to gradually evacuate to the periphery.
On the one hand, optimize Tokyo's industrial structure, and on the other hand, promote the urbanization of central cities and reduce the population siphoning of Tokyo metropolitan area.
Currently, most of the companies remaining in Ota City are small and medium-sized precision enterprises, focusing on design and research and development.
Of course, there are also those family workshops that have been run here for generations.
Today, Shirakawa Kaede and Kotaro also came to Ota City for the first time. They were both dressed in suits and holding briefcases, looking like typical business people.
In order to appear more mature, Baichuan Feng even slicked back his hair.
"Xiao Feng..." It was Kotaro's first time wearing a suit, and he felt stiff and uncomfortable.
"Ahem~" Shirakawa Feng carried a black briefcase, adjusted his tie, and then glanced at Kotaro.
"Oh, President Shirakawa. Are we just going to visit you directly? Under what name?" Kotaro asked seriously, trying to endure the discomfort on his neck caused by the tie.
Baichuan Feng nodded in satisfaction , and then began to move towards the destination. "It doesn't matter what the name is, what matters is how you say it."
Ah, Kotaro finally rubbed his uncomfortable neck. He decided not to say a word and just watch Xiaofeng pretend to... perform.
Soon the two found their destination, Watanabe Electric Works, near the Tama River.
The name sounds impressive, but the place is actually quite shabby.
To call it a company factory is an exaggeration. The low factory shed looks rusty and is filled with various materials and garbage near the entrance.
Even the words on the sign hanging on the wall were almost blurred .
This is a typical family workshop. Baichuan Feng even suspects that this factory is older than his grandfather, if he has one.
Although he had expected this, Baichuan Feng almost turned around and left. This place is so shabby, if you say it's a garbage collector, people would probably believe it.
"Xiao Feng, are we really in the right place?" Even Kotaro was so shocked that he forgot to call President Shirakawa.
In his simple mind, record players are electronic products anyway. Shouldn't the place where they are produced be filled with rows of machines and workers, and the entire factory be spacious, clean and bright?
"Very good..." After holding it in for a long time, Bai Chuanfeng finally managed to come up with this word. But he was also more confident in his heart.
The two of them looked around outside for a long time, but there was no one to greet them.
There was no other way. Now that he was here, he couldn't give up halfway. Shirakawa Feng had no choice but to lead Kotaro into the factory from the entrance.
As soon as you enter, the first thing you hear is the sound of several machine tools working. Because they are cutting acrylic plates, there is no harsh sound like cutting metal, and the whole environment is relatively quiet.
Baichuan Feng took a rough look and thought that this process should be the base of the record player.
At this time, someone finally noticed the uninvited guests. A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader came over and looked at Baichuan Feng and the others with a wary look. "What can I do for you two?"
"Oh," Shirakawa Feng took out the business card he had prepared long ago and handed it over with both hands, "We are Shirakawa Electric Co., Ltd. We came here today to discuss cooperation with your company."
"Cooperation?" The middle-aged man with a rather old-fashioned look almost thought he had heard it wrong. In this situation, there is still someone coming to discuss cooperation?
He glanced suspiciously at Shirakawa Kaede and Kotaro; one had a warm smile, the other had a blank expression.
Although he was full of doubts, he nodded to show that he understood. Forget it, let the young President Watanabe decide the details. He was too lazy to care.
The middle-aged man went to inform the president that Shirakawa Feng and the others were left alone again.
The other workers in the factory all looked at Shirakawa Feng and the others. Some of them lowered their heads and whispered, "Could it be that the bank is here to collect the debt? I heard that President Watanabe just took out a loan some time ago?"
"Who knows? We might be out of a job soon. I heard that there have been a lot more complaints about our Blackstone record player recently."
"Oh no."
"Don't worry about it. If you're unemployed, you're unemployed. There are many jobs nowadays. Just work one day at a time."
He didn't hear any complaints from the workers, nor was he annoyed that no one was there to receive him. Instead, Shirakawa Feng began to visit the production here with great interest.
The whole place is not very big, about 200 to 300 square meters. It is divided into different areas. Except for the base shell of the record player, which was processed by the machine tools at the door, some of the other parts should be purchased directly.
This place is more like an assembly factory, where parts from different manufacturers are assembled into vinyl record players.
It’s just that the scale is much smaller. According to this efficiency, it would be good if we could produce dozens of units a day.
The place is too small, the staff is too few, and the efficiency is too low. It is indeed a family workshop, most of the processes are done manually, and it would be a miracle if it can be fast.
Just then, a young man dressed very fashionably came over with a smile on his face.
"Shirakawa-san, I'm Issei Watanabe, the president of Watanabe Electric. Please take care of me."
"President Watanabe, you're welcome."
Baichuan Feng exchanged business cards with him and exchanged pleasantries.
This young president, Sang, doesn't dress like a president at all. Instead, he looks like a recreational youth who just came out of the dance floor.
Permed hair, big gold watch, open-necked white suit, a total trendy guy.
Under his enthusiastic guidance, Shirakawa Feng and others were led into the conference room upstairs.
Watanabe Issei looked around to see if there was anyone outside, and closed the door. He immediately turned around and greeted him warmly, "Mr. Shirakawa, you want to discuss cooperation, right? Buying shares or making a purchase? Don't worry, the price is negotiable, how about 20 million?" He held up two fingers and looked at Shirakawa Feng expectantly.
Huh? Bai Chuanfeng was stunned. He hadn't even made a move yet, so why did the other party surrender?
As for Kotaro, he looked at Shirakawa Kaede with admiration. He was amazing. He didn't even need to ask for the deal, and it was almost done.
Suppressing his surprise, Shirakawa Feng asked calmly, "President Watanabe, why don't you tell me ?"
Hearing that there was a chance, Watanabe Issei became even more excited, "Don't worry, Shirakawa-san. Although we at Blackstone are not as good as Hitachi and Panasonic, we have been making record players for many years. We have a good reputation among our old customers, so there is absolutely no problem."
You still have a good reputation? You still have absolutely no problems? Believe it or not, if you were to be put in front of someone who recently bought your record player, they would cut you.
Baichuan Feng complained in his heart, but his face showed a look of listening attentively.
"If I hadn't been planning to transform into other industries recently, I would never have considered selling the Blackstone record player." After saying this, Watanabe Issei showed an expression as if he had gotten a great bargain.
Shirakawa Feng thought about it carefully for a while, and then he spoke cautiously, "President Watanabe, are you really planning to sell the Blackstone record player?"
"Of course, I can make the decision on everything here." Watanabe Issei patted his chest and assured.
"He has no say, and the Blackstone record player won't be sold!"
A sudden sound came from outside the door, accompanied by two coughs.
