Chapter 247 The Last Attack Corner

Author: Quiet Thought

Chapter 247 The Last Attack Corner

"Give me an Aiwa Walkman."

"Hello, $99."

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

A black buddy was pointing at his shiny black skin and constantly stressing his racial advantages to the salesperson.

"Of course, this is obvious." The salesperson looked at him helplessly.

I don’t know what wave this is, why does every black man emphasize this to him?

Can you get free because you are African-American? What a joke?

But what's strange is that this Aiwa Walkman will be swept away if it is released on the shelves in the first two weeks.

But now it has become unwilling. Oh no, I can't say that, at least the Africans in front of me are very interested in it.

"Man, I'm black. When I offered to buy the Aiwa Walkman, you should offer $69 instead of $99 for shit."

The black buddy tirelessly recommended his pricing theory to the salesperson.

"Sir, if you don't leave, I'll call the police." The lost salesperson decided to showdown.

"FK! You vampire! And the shitty Aihua, you betrayed the African ethnic group and betrayed Wakanda!"

When the black buddy saw the salesperson raise the phone, he immediately stopped pestering him. He cursed for a few words before leaving the place with anger on his face.

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

Thanks to the first time I went public, the stores that have been in stock have chosen to purchase again.

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

Just like the scene that happened in the convenience store just now, the Africans were very interested in them at first, but after asking about the price, they expressed their protest without exception.

The first two weeks before kidding, the price was still fifty or sixty dollars, but suddenly rose to nearly one hundred dollars.

They were shady but not stupid. After the protests failed, they switched to other stores, and the result was still the same.

What about the promised light of African descent and what about the promised gospel of Wakanda.

Shit!

The angry one after another criticized Aihua for being shameless, feeling that the latter had betrayed the Africans and everything was deceiving.

Every black man who rushed to the supermarket and shops for Ai Wa, finally returned empty-handed without exception.

So Aihua's reputation plummeted among the African group. The more he loved before, the more he hated now.

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

Why? Of course it is because the word Aihua is now almost bound to Africans.

More than 90% of the early hundreds of thousands of Aihua Walkmans were flowed to the hands of Africans.

This phenomenon, which can almost be called ethnic habits, will of course gradually spread as communication progresses.

So after almost a month of fermentation and the black people's own publicity, Africans almost became a consensus among everyone.

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

In this case, who would be willing to be associated with Aihua, who was labeled as African-American, and the white people avoided it.

Using a product called "The Light of the Africans", Oh my God, it feels disgusting to think about it.

Racial discrimination in the 1980s was so blatant and taken for granted.

Now Aihua has "betrayed" the African-American group that regards it as glory, and the title of African-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American-American

Sure enough, love and hate are just in a moment.

"Then, the road is smooth." Shirakawa Kaede stretched out his right hand.

"Looking forward to meeting Shirakawa Sang again." Matsusaka Keiko gently pinched his hand and slowly took it back.

"I'll visit you after I'm back to Tokyo."

"That's all."

He waved his hand at the figure in front of him again, and Shirakawa Kaede, who was standing at the entrance of the hotel, stretched leisurely.

Today, Matsusaka Keiko is going back to China, and she and Shirakawa Kaede are staying in a hotel.

After all, it is Billy Villa and close to Hollywood, and the chances of meeting celebrities have increased greatly.

But since she lives together, she is preparing to go back to Neon, and of course Shirakawa Kaede will give her one.

Well, things in North America are almost done, and in another week, it may be time for me to go back to neon.

Time flies so fast, July is already coming in a blink of an eye.

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

Shirakawa Kaede was a little confused. What he was worried about was not whether to invite his senior brother to drink, but whether to send Aihua for the last journey.

Well, these things will be discussed later.

Shirakawa Kaede turned back to the hotel, but before he took action, his eyes were covered by a pair of cool plain hands.

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

I won’t encounter robbery anymore, right? No, I speak Japanese, and the island and Sama behind me didn’t move.

Then he must be an acquaintance. Hey, it’s not Matsusaka Keiko who just left, it seems to be a bit similar to the voice.

Oh, Shirakawa Kaede's heart beat faster. Is this so bold?

The name "Song" blurted out was halfway through his words, and Shirakawa Kaede suddenly stopped.

He spoke carefully and tried, "Son of the Holy Son?"

"Hey" The light was restored to the front of her, Shirakawa Kaede turned her head, it was indeed her.

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

Matsuda Holyko stepped forward, slapped his arms with both hands, and his cheeks were also pressed against his arms, which was so intimate.

"Who else besides you?" I just called myself yesterday and asked about my specific address in North America.

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

"Is that true?" Matsuda Shengzi was a little disbelief, "Whose name was Shirakawa Jun just now?"

"Of course it's Matsuda Holy Son," Shirakawa Kaede explained without blushing, "But the United States is not neon, I guess no one will care if I call Holy Son directly."

Matsuda Senko's eyes turned from suspicion to sweetness, "What Shirakawa-kun said is that no one here knows us, so we can be more bold."

"Be bolder?" Shirakawa Kaede looked around strangely. There was indeed no one, but how could he be bold?

In his puzzled eyes, Matsuda Shengzi directly told him the answer with his actions.

A pair of arms wrapped around his neck, and then pressed them down with a little force.

"Um~" Shirakawa Kaede's lips were blocked.

The little island and Sama behind him silently looked away and turned into a transparent person.

After a long time, the figure gradually separated.

This girl has such a wild path, she is indeed very bold.

"Shirakawa, let's go back to the hotel first." Matsuda Shengzi felt weak all over and almost half hung on Shirakawa Kaede.

Is it soft? Shirakawa Kaede secretly despised her. If you want to say it is hard, you have to look at us.

"Okay" Shirakawa Kaede held her and turned around and walked into the hotel.

It’s time for such a long time that yin and yang should be harmonized.

"How is Aihua's current market performance?" Shirakawa Kaede and Howard and others were having a meeting in the conference room.

Howard smiled, "Aihua has lost the North American market's recognition of it. Although it is still lingering now, it will not have a future."

From its momentum in its first listing to its current no one cares about it, in just two months, a drastic change has taken place.

Howard and Ullis are now extremely impressed by Shirakawa Kaede's courage. Although this boss is young, his methods are extremely ruthless.

The huge amount of money to wipe out Aihua's Walkman listed in North America, on the one hand, prevents the spread of the other party's influence, and on the other hand, causes the other party to have the illusion of product popularity.

While the other party was stocking up in large quantities, he sold the received Walkman to the Africans.

Use a series of methods to expand Aihua's influence among Africans and exclude white people.

All of this is to allow Aihua and the Africans to complete some kind of bondage, and it is recognized by everyone.

After a month of fermentation, when Aihua's ambitions come back again.

Because of the previous illusion, the other party even made an increase in the price on the original basis.
To be continued...