Chapter 45: Unscrupulous Thief
Watanabe Issei hurriedly walked out of the door with Hasegawa, who was in charge of the marketing department.
I saw a large group of people blocking the gate of Watanabe Electric.
The leader was a bad youth with dyed yellow hair, who looked like he was imitating the weird aesthetic that was popular in Shibuya recently.
This is consistent with Watanabe Issei's initial imagination of this group of people. He himself was even a member of the Shibuya trend in the past two years.
But what attracted him most was the banner held high by the group of people. There was a long white banner wrapped around two bamboo poles.
"Defeat the unscrupulous thief - Watanabe Denki!"
Watanabe Issei, who had originally intended to play the good cop and give advice in a gentle manner, felt his blood pressure soar.
Although he didn't care much about the Blackstone record player, it didn't mean he was indifferent to the sign with his surname on it.
This is no different from someone pointing at his nose and scolding him.
"You guys are really going too far." The young and energetic Watanabe Issei blurted out this sentence without paying attention to the crazy look from Hasegawa beside him.
When Ota was told "you guys", he was not angry, but became even more excited. The people behind him were also eager to try, and the atmosphere was created without anyone leading the way.
Ota took a step forward and said, "Hey, do you dare to say that there are no problems with the vinyl record players you produce?"
Watanabe Kazumasa choked, feeling a little guilty. But he absolutely couldn't lower his head at this time, with so many people watching.
If he admitted the incident today, he believed that the scene would be reported in the newspapers tomorrow.
Don't think that the guy hiding in the crowd with a camera can escape my eyes. When I was secretly taking photos, it was much more exciting than this.
"Absolutely not. Every product produced by our Watanabe Electric is personally inspected by a master craftsman. Under normal use, it can be guaranteed to operate trouble-free for 20 years."
The same boast that old Watanabe had made was now fulfilled by young Watanabe.
"Hmph," Ota was waiting for this, and he waved his hand and said, "Bring it up." The younger brother beside him immediately brought out a vinyl record player from behind.
"Take a good look, isn't this a product of your Watanabe Electric?" Ohta held up the record player, "Everyone, take a look, this was just produced last month."
"Mr. Watanabe, guess what?" Ota looked at Watanabe Issei with a gloating look. The latter wanted to snatch the record player at this moment, then beat Ota up and throw him out.
Ota pointed at the exaggerated performance of the record player, "It's only been less than a month, and the music played by the record player sounds like a ghost." If you look closely, the needle of the record player is bent.
You heard it right, it's only been less than a month. Do you think Watanabe Electric is a heartless thief?
"Yes, he is indeed a profiteer!"
"Yes, that's too much. This needle is even more durable than a condom."
“Haha~”
Hearing the ridicule from everyone, Ota became even more proud. He pushed the record player forward and said, "Watanabe-san, do you think this is your product?"
"You...you..." Watanabe Issei's fingers began to tremble with anger, "You are totally slandering me."
"Hasegawa-kun, how could there be a problem with our Watanabe Electric products?"
Watanabe Issei was not sure whether there was really a problem with his own product, and in a panic he pulled Hasegawa over to use as a shield.
Hasegawa Hiroshi sighed in his heart, realizing that there was a high probability that the problem was with his own product. As someone who directly faced customers and was in charge of the marketing department, how could he not be aware of the reputation crisis that the Blackstone turntable was facing recently.
But he still forced himself to smile and said, "Please be patient, Watanabe Electric is a responsible company. If there are any problems with the products, we will solve them properly.
There are too many people here and communication is inconvenient, so you might as well select a few representatives to come in and have a chat.
Other friends, you can go back and wait for the news. Please believe that Watanabe Electric has a long-standing good reputation and will definitely satisfy you. "
After saying this, Hasegawa Hiroshi bowed sincerely to everyone.
This guy is quite capable. When Ota saw that everyone had really quieted down and were looking at him, he felt something was wrong.
We can't just follow the other party's wishes, otherwise how can this play be performed. Now, in addition to the people who brought in at the beginning, it also attracted people passing by nearby to watch the fun.
Ohta's eyes turned and he spoke first. "Our request is very simple. Can your company really guarantee that there are no problems with your products? You can go to any electrical appliance retail store and ask if your products have received a large number of quality complaints from consumers recently."
"This..." Not to mention Watanabe Issei, even Hasegawa, who was familiar with the Black Stone record player, did not have this confidence.
"What? You don't dare anymore?" Ohta pressed on, holding the Blackstone record player and shouting to the people around him, "Anyway, I will never buy any products produced by Watanabe Electric again."
After saying that, he raised the Blackstone record player in his hand and threw it to the ground.
"Bang!" The huge sound of shattering shocked everyone and made them unable to move.
As luck would have it, a piece of debris hit Watanabe Issei's face directly. His eyes were already red, and he raised his fist and rushed forward.
"President Watanabe! President Watanabe!" Hasegawa Hiroshi, who had come to his senses, hugged Watanabe Issei tightly, trying to calm him down.
When Watanabe Issei's fist was about to hit Ota, a middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit stood in front of Ota without hesitation.
When the fist was 1 centimeter away from him, the uncle accurately crossed his hands over his chest with a painful expression on his face.
Then he turned 360 degrees on the spot and fell straight to the ground with a "bang", and the landing point cleverly avoided a protruding stone.
"You...you...you dare to do that? You are the president of Watanabe Electric, and you actually beat up a consumer who is defending his rights?"
Ota pointed at Watanabe Issei in amazement, his face so shocked that he could hardly speak.
"I didn't do it, it wasn't me, don't talk nonsense." Watanabe Issei pushed back and pulled Hasegawa Hiroshi in front of him.
The latter simply closed his eyes in pain, and that was it .
"Did you see that? This is how Watanabe Electric treats its customers." Ota raised his arms and shouted, and the crowd was excited.
Some extras were so absorbed in the role that they picked up several record players and started smashing them on the ground with a "bang, bang, bang" sound.
These prodigal sons, Ota cursed .
But he knew when to stop. If he really called the police, it would be hard to say who would be the first to suffer.
"Wake up, Watanabe! You, Watanabe Electric, are finished!" After saying that, Ota turned around and left angrily.
The younger brothers around him also dispersed, and the uncle lying on the ground was also carried away by everyone.
There were only a few people watching the fun around, and a dead record player scattered on the ground.
The scattered fragments are like the state of mind of old Watanabe who has been watching this place from behind the window upstairs, full of holes and in tatters.
