"Give me an AIWA Walkman."

"Hello, $99."

"Hey man, do you think I don't have an IQ? Ang~ I'm African, see clearly, purebred. ”

A black dude is pointing to his dark shiny skin, constantly emphasizing his racial superiority to the salesperson.

"Of course, it's obvious." The salesman looked at him helplessly.

I don't know how many waves this is, why does every black man have to emphasize this to him?

Is it because you are African-American, can you be exempted, what are you kidding?

But the strange thing is that this Aiwa Walkman will be swept away in the first two weeks on the shelves.

But now it's unnoticed, oh no, I can't say that, at least the African people in front of me are interested in it.

"Man, I'll say it again, I'm black. When I offered to buy the Aihua Walkman, you should have offered $69, not $99 for shit. ”

The black buddies tirelessly told the salesperson that he was amusing his own pricing theory.

"Sir, if you don't leave, I'm going to call the police." The impatient salesman decides for a showdown.

“FK！ You vampire! And bullshit Aihua, you betrayed the Afro-descendant community, betrayed Wakanda! ”

When the black buddy saw the salesman raise the phone, he immediately stopped pestering, scolded a few words before leaving here with an angry face.

After nearly a month of sailing, Aihua's second batch of stocking finally arrived on the other side of the ocean.

Thanks to the sweep of the first listing, stores that had previously stocked up have chosen to stock again.

However, unlike the rapid digestion of the previous two weeks, even if the Aihua Walkman was placed in the most conspicuous position this time, it still never sold one.

Just like what happened in the convenience store just now, African Americans were very interested in them at first, but when they asked for the price, they all protested.

The price of the joke two weeks ago was still in the fifties and sixty dollars, and suddenly rose to nearly a hundred dollars.

They're black, but they're not stupid. After the protests were ineffective, they moved to other stores, and the results were still the same.

What about the good Afro Light, the good Gospel of Wakanda.

Shit!

Angry, they scolded Aihua for his shamelessness, feeling that the latter had betrayed African-Americans, and everything was a deception.

Every black man who went to the supermarket store for Aihua finally returned empty-handed in a hurry without exception.

As a result, Aihua's reputation plummeted among the African-American community, how much he loved before, and how much he hates now.

Another strange phenomenon is that except for African Americans who are a little interested in Aihua, no other ethnic group has visited Aihua's shelves.

Why? Of course, because the word Ava is now almost tied to Afro-Americans.

More than 90% of the hundreds of thousands of Aihua Walkmans in the early days went to African Americans.

This phenomenon, which can almost be called a habit of the group, will of course gradually spread as communication progresses.

So after almost a month of fermentation, coupled with the hype of the blacks themselves, African-Americans have almost become everyone's consensus.

Not to mention the recent rumors of African-American gang members, as Aihua and white salesmen got into a fight.

In this case, who wants to have anything to do with being labeled as African-American, Edward, white people have avoided it.

Using a product called "Light of African America", oh my gosh, it makes me sick to think about.

The racial discrimination of the 80s was so blatant and taken for granted.

And now Aihua has "betrayed" the African American group that regarded it as a glory, so the title of African American Light, which lasted for just one month, collapsed.

Sure enough, love and hate were in an instant.

"Well, have a nice trip." Kaede Shirakawa stretched out his right hand.

"Looking forward to seeing Shirakawa-san again." Keiko Matsusaka gently squeezed his hand and grasped it, then slowly withdrew it.

"I'll visit you when I get back to Tokyo."

"That's it."

Waving his hand to the figure in front of him again, Shirakawa Kaede, who was standing at the door of the hotel, stretched leisurely.

Today Keiko Matsusaka is going back to China, and it just so happens that she and Kaede Shirakawa are staying in a hotel.

After all, it's Billy Buddha Village, and it's close to Hollywood, so the chances of meeting celebrities are greatly increased.

But since they live together, she is ready to return to Neon, and of course Shirakawa Kaede will give it away.

Hmm~, things are almost the same in North America, and in another week, maybe it's time for me to go back to neon.

Time flies so fast, it's July in a blink of an eye.

Tsk, if you go back, do you want to invite my brother out for a drink?

Bai Chuanfeng was a little entangled, what he was worried about was not whether to invite his senior brother to drink, but whether to send Aihua on his last journey.

Well, we'll talk about that later.

Shirakawa Kaede turned around and returned to the hotel, but before he could act, his eyes were blindfolded by a pair of cool plain hands.

"Guess who I am?" The deliberately lowered voice made Shirakawa Kaede's body tighten.

You won't be robbed, will you? No, it was Japanese, and the island and the horse behind him didn't move.

Then it must be an acquaintance.,Hey.,It can't be Keiko Matsusaka who just left.,It seems like a sound line.。

Ah this, Shirakawa Kaede's heartbeat is a little faster, is this so bold.

"Song" blurted out the name halfway through, and Shirakawa Kaede suddenly stopped.

He cautiously opened his mouth tentatively, "Holy Son? ”

"Eh" The light returned in front of her eyes, and Shirakawa Kaede turned her head, and sure enough, it was her.

"Shirakawa-kun, how do you know it's me?"

Matsuda Seiko stepped forward with an arrow, holding his arm with both hands, and his cheek was also on his arm, not intimate.

"Who else but you?" I just called myself yesterday and asked for a specific address in North America.

The only one who can find this place so quickly is you, a super idol with full action.

"Really?" Seiko Matsuda was a little unconvinced, "Whose name did Shirakawa-kun want to say just now?" ”

"Of course it's Matsuda Seiko," Shirakawa Kaede explained with a blushing face and a heartbeat, "But Mi Guo is not neon, and presumably no one cares if I call him the Holy Son directly." ”

Matsuda Seiko's gaze turned from doubt to sweetness, "What Shirakawa-kun said is that no one here knows us either, so we can be a little bolder." ”

"A little bolder?" Shirakawa Kaede looked around strangely, there was really no one, but how bold it was.

In his puzzled gaze, Seiko Matsuda directly told him the answer with his actions.

A pair of lotus arms wrapped around his neck, then pressed down a little harder.

"Hmm~" Shirakawa Kaede was gagged in his lips.

Behind him, Kojima and Sama silently looked away and turned into transparent people.

After a long while, the figures gradually separated.

This girl's way is so wild, it's really bold.

"Shirakawa-kun, let's go back to the hotel first." Seiko Matsuda felt powerless, and was almost half-hung on Shirakawa Kaede.

Is this soft? Bai Chuanfeng secretly despised her, and it was up to us to say that it was hard.

"Okay," Shirakawa Kaede helped her and turned around and walked towards the hotel.

After such a long time, it's time to reconcile yin and yang.

"How is Aihua's market performance now?" In the conference room, Kaede Shirakawa is having a meeting with Howard.

Howard smiled, "Aiward has lost the recognition of the North American market, and although it is still surviving, it will have no future." ”

From the initial listing to today's unpopular, in just two months, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

Howard and Ullis now have great admiration for Shirakawa Kaede's courage, this boss is young but ruthless.

Spent a huge amount of money to sweep away Aihua's Walkman listed in North America, 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 product is popular.

And when the other party stocked up on a large number of goods, he changed hands and sold the collected Walkman to African Americans.

A series of tactics were used to expand Aihua's influence among African-Americans and to exclude whites.

All of this is for the purpose of Aihua and African Americans to complete some kind of bondage, and it is recognized by everyone.

After a month of fermentation, when Aihua's ambitions make a comeback again.

Because of the previous illusion, the other party even increased the price on the original basis.

So Aihua, who was full of confidence, ushered in African-Americans who were misled by low prices, and the result is naturally not difficult to imagine.

As for whites or other ethnic groups, I'm sorry, but we're a higher civilization and we don't associate ourselves with tribes.

Aihua, African Americans are hated by love, and whites avoid it.

A large number of previous hoarding goods were stranded in the warehouse and no one cared about them, and even the merchants who had previously purchased the goods collectively complained and asked for returns.

The market is cold, and the merchants have changed.

Seeing him raise the Zhu Tower, he saw that his building collapsed.

Paying more than $5 million in exchange for the withering of rival Ivier in North America is a good deal no matter how you look at it.

Yes, in this two-month-long layout, Shirakawa Electric also smashed in more than five million dollars.

Converted to about 1.2 billion yen, in order to clear the obstacles of Shirakawa Electric in the low-end market in North America.

Now that the road is clear, it's time to harvest the market.

"Are we ready for the next generation of models?"

Shirakawa Kaede fiddles with the miniature Walkman in his hand, which is the low-end model of Shirakawa's next-generation products.

"Of course Boss, no one will be our opponent this time." Howard's confidence was over.

Why? Because the latest generation FM-02, which costs $63!

The unprecedented $60 era is cheaper than the Walkman that Aihua broke before.

With such a low price, Kaede Shirakawa can guarantee it. For a long time after that, no one in the low-end market will pose a threat to Shirakawa Electric.

Even if it takes a while to reach Panasonic here, since it is low-end, it must be the lowest.

"Alright, it's time, let's send Aihua on one last ride."

Shirakawa Kaede gently put down the Walkman in his hand and sounded the final attack horn of this smokeless war.

"Yes, my dear boss." Howard couldn't wait to see Ivar leave North America.

In fact, the horn of attack is not only sounding in North America, but also in Neon itself.

Shirakawa Kaede said that he wanted to send Aihua on his last journey, which was naturally Aihua's overall walkman market in the world.

Brother, see you in Tokyo.

(End of chapter)