Chapter 44: Adding fuel to the flames
Near the Tama River in Ota District, Ota stroked his newly dyed yellow hair. He pursed his lips, and a tuft of yellow hair rose up in a coquettish manner.
Tsk, it’s still the same feeling~
Although he didn't understand why Baichuan Feng asked him to change back to his previous style, he didn't ask any more questions.
Since he made up his mind to follow Shirakawa Kaede, the facts afterwards proved that he had made an extremely wise decision. Not only did he have a stable and considerable income, but he also used the way of reselling old goods in Tokyo to gather a large group of people.
There were many idle people in the garbage collection points and civilian neighborhoods. The clever Ohta used these people to collect old electrical appliances and resell some low-end goods, making a lot of money. And all he paid was some insignificant tips.
Look, these people behind him make a living by relying on his business. These people can't be called his subordinates, but it's no problem to let them come to strengthen his momentum.
Ohta turned around and shouted, "Be smart, remember, this is just a scare, don't do anything. We are just innocent consumers who have been harmed, and we are here to defend our rights."
Seeing that everyone was silent and looking at him eagerly, Ota cursed inwardly at the bunch of useless guys , but still had to raise his voice and said, "Hey, 2,000 yen per person afterwards."
"Don't worry, Ota-san. I'm the best at this kind of thing."
“I have experience too~”
"Ota-san, do you need a tariya service? I can get hurt out of nowhere."
When they heard the price of 2000 yen, the crowd immediately went wild. Damn it, 2000 yen would be enough for them to stay in bed for half a month if they were to spend it sparingly.
Everyone was laughing and cursing at the same time, and the bustling crowd of twenty or thirty people was quite impressive.
"Alright!" Ota interrupted their noise with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, pay attention to what I just said. You can do whatever you want with the rest. If you perform well, you'll get more money!"
As soon as the words fell, the crowd cheered again. Everyone was ready to perform hard.
The funny thing is that in order to look more like the real thing, a few homeless people found some old suits from somewhere, and when they put them on, they look really real. If you ignore their slightly wretched expressions.
As for the others, they either had colorfully dyed hair like Ota, or wore bandanas on their heads. In short, they didn't look like they were easy to mess with.
Taking a satisfied look at his army, Ota raised his arm and waved it downwards with great enthusiasm, "Ikusho (Go ahead)!"
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At Watanabe Electric Works, Yasuda once again brought old Watanabe here for inspection. Ever since the last time Issei Watanabe caused a sales scandal, old Watanabe has been coming here every now and then.
In fact, his body could no longer tolerate such exertion. Before he even entered the workshop, the noise of the machine tools alone gave him an unbearable headache.
So every time I came here, I just took a quick look, and most of the time I focused on teaching little Watanabe a lesson.
In the conference room, Watanabe was playing the latest popular disco dance music on a Panasonic record player. He was snapping his fingers and shaking his butt in a seductive manner.
The door of the conference room opened. Old Watanabe stared at the dancing young Watanabe with a cold face.
"Father" Watanabe's body stiffened for a moment, then he hurriedly turned off the record player that was still making a "tick-tick" sound.
When old Watanabe noticed that the record player in the house was a Panasonic, his face darkened even more.
"I'm studying my competitors' products and looking for ways to defeat them," Watanabe explained sheepishly.
Old Watanabe snorted coldly, but before he could start lecturing, there was a noise outside the window.
"Unscrupulous Watanabe, get out of here!"
"This is the most rubbish record player I've ever bought!"
“Fraudulent consumer behavior!”
The shouts that came one after another made everyone in the room stunned, and little Watanabe's face turned pale.
"What...what's going on?" Old Watanabe, who usually remains calm even in the face of a catastrophe, was also a little confused.
Having worked diligently in the real estate industry for a lifetime, he believes that he has carefully polished every product of his company. A vinyl record player can be used normally for ten or eight years without any problems. The positive feedback from old customers in the past few years has also confirmed this.
But at this moment, he heard that there were more than one person coming to his door, which made him wonder if his body had become so bad that he was having auditory hallucinations.
As for Watanabe, sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew his own problems very well. He had experienced the situation of cutting corners and causing defective products, which led to complaints from consumers.
Previously, he only complained by phone, but he ignored them and treated them as nothing. The retailer just replaced the machine with a new one.
Judging from the momentum now, it should be an organized activity by consumer groups. If it happened normally, it would be fine, at most we could call the police.
But the problem is that my father, who has always valued his reputation more than his life, is here. If possible, he would definitely choose to welcome these people in politely and then talk openly.
If you are wrong, bow to correct it; if you are not wrong, bow to express gratitude.
But how can I let them in? Then all the bad things I have done will be exposed.
"Father, I'll go down and take a look. Your health is more important, leave these things to me. Don't worry, I will listen carefully to the customers' opinions."
Old Watanabe looked at the serious Watanabe Issei and thought to himself that it would be a good idea to let him practice. Public relations skills are also important to run a company well.
Thinking of this, old Watanabe nodded and said, "We must solve the problem properly and never let the customers down."
"Huh!" Watanabe Issei lowered his head to show that he understood.
Looking at the back of young Watanabe leaving, Yasuda, who had been silent, was about to speak. Until now, the old president still didn't know what happened. Out of consideration for his health, no one mentioned Watanabe Issei's various magical operations in front of him.
Except for the last time when they wanted to sell the Blackstone record player, that was a matter of everyone's jobs, so Yasuda took the risk of being disliked by young Watanabe and brought in the old president.
But this time..., Yasuda always had a bad feeling in his heart.
After leaving the meeting room, Watanabe Issei loosened his collar and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
These bastards came at this time, not earlier or later.
He hurried downstairs, ready to send these people away quickly, lest the old man become suspicious. If reporters were attracted, it would be a disaster. It was estimated that by then, even if the Blackstone record player wanted to be sold, it would not be sold at a good price.
Coincidentally, Hasegawa from the marketing department was also sweating profusely and preparing to run upstairs. When he saw Watanabe Issei coming down, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"President Watanabe, please go and take a look. There are so many people outside that it has affected the production of the headquarters. Don't forget that the bankers from the Long-Term Financial Institutions Bureau are visiting today."
Oh no! Watanabe Issei only then remembered that there was another headache waiting for him.
