Author: Quiet Thought

Hearing Ulis' complaints, Shirakawa Kaede suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his head.

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

"Don't be nervous about Uris." Shirakawa Kaede interrupted his political correctness, "You just said that Africans like Aihua's Walkman very much?"

"Yes" Ulis shrugged, "maybe because they're cheap enough, or maybe because they're also black.

Anyway, those old black guys like it very much, who knows?"

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

If it weren't for the fact that Shirakawa Kaede is an Asian and his boss, he would probably have started to loudly mock those big bosses.

Hell, what racism is?

It's only the early 1980s, and the Apartheid Act has just been revoked for more than a decade.

Now that discrimination against blacks across the United States is universal, is it not a normal person who should have prejudice against African Americans?

Although the bill was revoked, the gap in people's hearts was not revoked.

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

“How much is their selling price?”

"$89"

It is $20 cheaper than Shirakawa Electric's FM-01, no wonder it puts Ulis in such a lot of pressure.

"Aihua's Walkman was just launched this month, and the channels shouldn't be fully launched yet, right?"

Shirakawa Kaede's eyes began to change into an unknown meaning.

"They are gradually spreading from the east coast to the west coast with some of Sony's power."

Sony's base camp is on the East Coast, so Aihua also started distributing goods from the first place.

"It's not too late to start now. When they complete the full distribution, it may be really difficult to deal with."

Shirakawa Kaede threw Aihua's Walkman onto the table, making a crisp "splash".

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

"Where is the most Africans in the eastern part of the United States?" Shirakawa Kaede's eyes flashed with a political correctness.

"Detroit, Chicago, New York!" The two natives spit out three place names without hesitation.

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

"Boss! Are you trying to..." Howard and Ulis widened their eyes.

"These buyers sold to Africans at a lower price of 79, 69 or even 59 US dollars! Remember to sell them only to Africans!"

Shirakawa Kaede issued a decisive order, and he was spending money and losing money regardless of doing so.

Now Aihua's Walkman has just been released, and the number of circulating on the market is not very large.

Even if each movie loses $20,000 movies, it's just a few million dollars. Shirakawa Kaede loses this money.

"Oh boss, I have to say that you surprised me again, and I can't describe my admiration for you in words."

Howard was a little better, while Ulis fell into incoherence.

Hell, are all Japanese so cruel?

In order to deal with his compatriots, he would not hesitate to lose money, but he would also use the niggers again.

Oh my God, Ulis can guarantee that the darkest capitalist he has ever met is pure and as a lamb in front of the boss.

"Remember, only sell it to Africans. In addition, don't have anything to do with Shirakawa Electric.

I don't care what you use, but I believe there must be a way to do this."

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

"I understand!" Howard and Ulis both showed a look of pride.

"By the way, Boss, what if there are white people or other races who want to buy it?" At this time, Ulis thought of another question.

After all, selling at low prices is still very attractive to most people.

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

Shirakawa Kaede would rather lose money than give Aihua to the black buddy.

This is the gospel from Wakanda, and the others will go a little further.

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

"Hehe, please don't worry, boss, I can guarantee that Aihua will be an exclusive brand for Africans in the future."

"Very good" Shirakawa Kaede nodded, "No need to delay, this matter should be taken as soon as possible.

The longer the time goes on, the more unfavorable it is for us.”

While the Aihua Walkman has just been launched, the North American people have not yet had any impression of it.

So as soon as possible, you can brand it as an African-American mark. After this layer of BUFF is solid, you will surely bring surprises to your senior brother.

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

…

In Queens, New York, Jim walked carefully to the alley full of garbage bags.

Before entering, he looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no other gang members.

Queens will almost become a world of African descent after the evening.

Fortunately, he also had a protective color. Jim looked at his chocolate skin and suddenly felt a little thankful for it.

“Mother FU*K, Jim, what are you going to be dawdling if you don’t come in?

The girl from last night made you unable to get out of bed, or was it so scared that she wanted to go back to find her mother?"

"Haha~ Coward Jim~"

The sudden insult sound of swearing in the dark at the entrance of the alley scared Jim, but the subsequent ridicule made his tense body relax again.

"Boss Kent, did I bring you good things today?"

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

I even think this is the true meaning of his being a human being. Those who are brave and mocked him either go to see God or enter the situation.

For example, his boss Kent, nicknamed "Donkey King". He has strong muscles, tidying up Jim is like pinching a chick.

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

I don't know if someone will suddenly notify him tomorrow, and the boss has changed his body.

The boss of the flowing water, the coward Jim.

Jim walked up to his new boss diligently and took out the things he had prepared long ago. "Look, what is this?"

"Hmm? mother FK! What the hell are you taking?"

Kent, like a gorilla, looked at Jim in the dark alley, trying to identify the dark things in his hands.

It was all too dark, and Kent couldn't see clearly what that piece was.

"Uh, this is a Walkman. You know, you can bring something to listen to music, it's very cool!"

As he said that, Jim started to demonstrate how to use this machine quickly.

When Kent heard the music with a strong rhythm from his headphones, he snatched the Walkman from Jim's hand.

"What about Leaf that Jim promised, why is this thing?"

"Uh, this is a good thing too."

It's really good. Although Kent, as a big boss, has heard of this kind of machine, he really doesn't have one.

The price of hundreds of dollars is definitely not something that they like to enjoy.

Wait, where did Jim get it?

Kent stuffed the Walkman in his hand into his pocket, then looked at Jim with his arms in a meaningful way.

"Jim, please understand the rules of the gang. If you have a way, let's make it together and eat alone..." Kent smiled maliciously.

The others standing in the alley also surrounded him silently, leaving only the weak Jim trembling in the middle.

"When…of course" Jim swallowed, "It's Papa Bailey's."

"Dad Bailey?" Kent murmured.

Papa Bailey is the owner of a grocery store in a black neighborhood. No one knows his real name, and no one 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 come you coward will have money? You can't steal this kind of thing from Bailey's place, right?"
To be continued...