Hearing Ulys's complaint, Shirakawa Kaede suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his head.

"Uh, Boss, I'm not racist," Yuris explained, spreading his hands.

"Don't be nervous about Yuris," Kaede Shirakawa interrupted his political correctness, "You just said that African-Americans like Aihua's Walkman very much?" ”

"That's right," Ullis shrugged, "maybe it's because they're cheap enough, or maybe it's because they're black too."

Anyway, those old blacks love it, who knows? ”

Seeing that Shirakawa Kaede didn't care about his so-called racial discrimination, Ullis simply let himself go.

If it weren't for the fact that Shirakawa Kaede was Asian and his boss, it is estimated that he would have started to laugh loudly at those big blacks.

Hell, what racism?

It's only the early '80s, and apartheid has only been repealed for more than a decade.

Now that discrimination against black people in the United States is universal, isn't prejudice against African Americans the view that normal people should have?

Although the bill has been revoked, the estrangement in people's hearts has not been lifted.

Shirakawa Kaede picked up Aihua's Walkman again and studied it carefully, well, it's really dark.

"How much do they sell?"

"$89"

That's $20 cheaper than Shirakawa's FM-01, so it's no wonder Ulyss is so stressed.

"Aihua's walkman has just been launched this month, and the channel should not be fully rolled out yet, right?"

Shirakawa Kaede's eyes began to change meaning.

"They're using some of Sony's power and they're gradually spreading from the east coast to the west coast."

Sony's base camp is on the east coast, so Aihua also started to distribute goods from there first.

"It's not too late to start, and when they finish the full distribution, maybe it's really hard to do."

Shirakawa Kaede threw Aihua's walkman onto the table, making a crisp "pop" sound.

Howard and Ullis looked at each other and said, "Boss, what do you need us to do?" ”

"In the eastern part of the country, where is there the most African-American?" Kaede Shirakawa's eyes flashed with the light of political correctness.

"Detroit, Chicago, New York!" Without hesitation, the two natives spat out three place names.

"From west to east, buy all the Aihua walkmans on the market and put them in these three cities."

“Boss！ Do you want to...?" Howard and Uullis's eyes widened.

"These bought Walkmans are sold for a lower price, $79, $69 or even $59, to African Americans! Remember to only sell to African-Americans! ”

Shirakawa Kaede gave the order categorically, completely ignoring the fact that he was also throwing money and losing money by doing so.

Now Aihua's walkman has just been distributed, and the number in circulation on the market is not very large.

Even if each part loses $20, hundreds of thousands of units are only a few million dollars, and Shirakawa Kaede loses this money.

"Oh boss, I have to say that you have surprised me again, I can't put into words how much I admire you."

Howard was a little better, and Ullis was straight into incoherence.

Hell, are the Japanese so ruthless?

In order to deal with his compatriots, he did not hesitate to lose his own blood, and he also took advantage of those again.

Oh my God, Ullis can guarantee that the blackest-hearted capitalist he's ever seen is as pure as a lamb in front of the boss.

"Remember, it's only sold to African-Americans. In addition, this kind of thing should not be related to Shirakawa Electric.

I don't care what means you use, but I'm sure there will be a way to do it. ”

Things are done, but Shirakawa Kaede doesn't want to pull himself in.

"Understood!" Both Howard and Ullis looked surprised.

"By the way, Boss, what if there is a white man or some other race who wants to buy it?" Then Ullis had another question.

After all, low-priced peddling is still very attractive to most people.

"Then tell them that Aihua's Walkman is only sold to blacks!"

Shirakawa Kaede would rather lose money himself than send Aihua to the hands of the black buddies.

This is the Gospel from Wakanda, and the others are a little bit later.

Howard and Ullis looked at each other, and the latter immediately let out a weird laugh.

"Hehe, please rest assured boss, I dare to guarantee that Aihua will be an exclusive brand for African Americans in the future."

"Very good" Shirakawa Kaede nodded, "Without further ado, this matter should be acted upon as soon as possible."

The longer it drags on, the worse it is for us. ”

While the Aihua Walkman had just been launched, the North American people had not yet had no impression of it.

SO BRAND IT AS AN AFRICAN DESCENT, AND WHEN THIS BUFF IS STABLE, IT WILL DEFINITELY BRING A SURPRISE TO YOUR SENIOR BROTHER.

Alas, senior brother, next time I go back to Tokyo, it's time for me to invite you to drink.

…

In Queens, New York, Jim cautiously walks to the alley full of garbage bags.

Before entering, he glanced left and right to make sure that there were no other gangsters before he breathed a sigh of relief.

After the evening, Queens is almost African-American.

Luckily, he also has a protective color, and Jim looks at his chocolate skin and suddenly feels a sense of happiness for it.

"Mother FU*K, Jim, you coward, what are you rubbing around when you don't come in?

Last night's girl made you unable to get out of bed, or was it getting dark and scared to go back to your mother? ”

"Haha~Coward Jim~"

Jim was startled by the sudden sound of invective in the darkness of the alley, but the ensuing ridicule made his tense body relax.

"Boss Kent, I brought you something good today?"

Coward was Jim's nickname, but he was never ashamed of it.

even felt that this was the true meaning of his life, and those who were bold and ridiculed him either went to see God or entered the game.

For example, his boss Kent, nicknamed "Donkey Kong". With a strong muscle, cleaning up Jim is like pinching a chick.

But Jim didn't envy him at all, because in two months, he had changed three bosses.

The devil knows if someone will suddenly inform him tomorrow that the boss has changed again.

The boss of the flowing water, the iron-beaten coward Jim.

Jim diligently walked up to his new boss and pulled out what he had already prepared. "Boss, what is this?"

"Huh? mother FK！ What the hell are you holding? ”

Kent, who looks like a gorilla, looks at the black Jim in the dark alley, trying to make out the black thing in his hand.

It was so dark that for a moment Kent couldn't see what it was.

"Uh, boss, it's a Walkman. Walkman, you know, you can take something with you to listen to music, it's pretty cool! ”

Saying that, Jim began to demonstrate how to use this machine.

When Kent hears the rhythmic music coming from the headphones, he snatches the Walkman from Jim's hand.

"What about the leaves that Jim said were good, why is this thing?"

"Uh, boss, that's good stuff too."

It's really good, although Kent, who is a big black, has heard of this kind of machine, but he really doesn't have it.

The price of hundreds of dollars at every turn is by no means something that they can afford to enjoy as low-level minions.

Wait, where did Jim get that?

Kent tucked the Walkman into his pocket, then looked meaningfully at Jim with his arms crossed.

"Jim, you know the rules of the gang. If there's a way, let's do it together, and eat it alone..."Kent smiled maliciously.

The others standing in the alley also silently gathered around, leaving only the weak Jim shivering in the middle.

"When... Of course," Jim swallowed, "it's Papa Bailey's." ”

"Papa Bailey?" Kent muttered.

Papa Bailey is the owner of a grocery store in a black neighborhood, and no one knows his real name or dares to mess with him.

It's just that because he likes to watch football games, everyone gave him this nickname.

"What the hell is going on, how can you coward have the money to go to Papa Bailey and get this kind of thing, it can't be stolen, right?"

"Of course not" Faced with Kent's suspicion, Jim quickly denied that Daddy Bailey was not something anyone could mess with.

"Papa Bailey's goods are very cheap, only $70."

"So cheap?" Kent had seen it in the supermarket, and the cheapest Walkman cost more than a hundred dollars.

Now the one in my hand is almost half cheaper.

"Yes," Jim nodded, "and that's not only that, Daddy Bailey." If we help him sell this thing, we'll get a $2 rebate for every unit sold. ”

Actually, Papa Bailey said $3, but Jim made an agreement with him and changed it to $2 in front of Kent.

"Really?" Kent's eyes lit up, this is also a way to make a fortune.

"That's right, but Papa Bailey has the conditions there, too. Well, the condition is that it has to be sold to blacks in order to have a kickback.

If the agreement is violated, then there will be no more kickbacks for us in the future.

You know how well-informed Daddy Bailey is, Boss Kent, so we'd better not try to challenge his rules. ”

Seeing that Kent was about to be rough again, Jim hurriedly poured out all the words that followed.

“WTF？” Kent had a question mark on his face.

What the hell is this, specifically giving us benefits?

"They say it's a gospel from Wakanda." Jim explained weakly.

“？？？” Kent.

…

"Dude, it's only $75, how cheap is it.

You must know that in the past, Walmart supermarkets sold for $89, and they were absolutely guaranteed to be genuine. ”

In Brooklyn, Kent is listening to a compatriot Amway Avatar.

"But why do you sell 79?" The black buddy is a little strange, isn't this a loss-making business?

"You just say it's not cheap, right?" Kent was a little impatient.

"Okay" The black buddy was a little tempted, after all, it was $14 cheaper. It was the '80s, and $14 was enough for him to experience a quick snack.

And now there are no such cheap Walkmans in Walmart supermarkets, which have been out of stock.

"Trust me man, you've definitely picked up a big bargain, it's gospel from Wakanda.

Look at this logo, AIWA, our own brand for black people. ”

"Wakanda?"

"It doesn't matter," Kent waved his hand, "remember to spread the word to your friends around you, buy a walkman and find 'Donkey Kong' Kent in Queens, there is the lowest price in the United States." ”

Don't say anything about the gospel of Wakanda, as long as you can make money, let Kent parade the streets with a sign of "Black Lives Cheap".

flickered another black compatriot, Kent happily pondered, it seems that this second-hand dealer has more money than being a gang boss.

I'm just a small boss at the bottom, and I don't even get $100 a week.

But since becoming a second-hand dealer, his income has more than doubled.

"Hello, I heard that there are cheap walkmans here?"

As Kent was imagining the future, a reluctant voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The big black Kent turned his head, and a young white man was watching him cautiously.

White ghosts?

“Hey！ Listen to the white skin, there is no deal with the white ghost here. This kind of thing," Kent gestured to the Aihua Walkman in his hand.

"It's only sold to people of African descent, and it's a high-tech product from Wakanda. Have you ever seen a white-skinned guy use it, Ang~"

"But." The white youth still wants to set it up again.

"Get out of here, little bunny. This is a high-tech product, do you hillbillies understand what a high-tech product is?

If you don't go and watch out for your ass, my brothers haven't tasted it in a long time. “

As soon as Kent finished speaking, he stepped forward on the other large man standing beside him. The knuckles of his fists creaked, and he looked at the frightened white youth with a face full of ill will.

"Excuse me," said the white youth, who ran away.

Sure enough, these Nigo are garbage, and the things they sell are also garbage.

(End of chapter)