Chapter 251 Nakajima Hitaro's lament

Author: Quiet Thought

Chapter 251 Nakajima Hitaro's lament

"Nakajima, do you have any explanation for Aihua's huge losses in the past two months?"

At the Aihua board meeting, Hitaro Nakajima, who was over 50 years old, stood honestly in front of the shareholders like a primary school student who was scolded, with a calm expression.

The question to him at this moment was an old man with gray hair, whose name was Hikaru Mitsuo, the founder of Aihua Co., Ltd.

He sat in the middle of the shareholders, and his face was also full of anger at this time.

Nakajima's lips moved, and finally bowed, "Smithmarseille!"

"Bang!" Ikekura Koto beat the crutch in his hand, "A loss of 6.6 billion yen in two months! Can it be explained by an apology?!"

6.6 billion yen, how much is the profit of Aihua in the whole year.

After a trial of Hitaro Nakajima's operation, it is still a matter of whether Aihua can make a profit this year.

As the founder of Aihua, Ikekura Mitsuo is of course heartbroken.

He was scolded and looked ugly. He raised his eyes and happened to see Yukizumi Osawa's gloating eyes.

That's right, Yukizo Osawa is here, he attended the board meeting as a shareholder representative of Sony.

Nakajima Hirataro, who was already full of anger and grievance, was stimulated by Yukizo Osen.

The anger in his heart exploded instantly, and he raised his head and looked directly at Chi Jiu Guangfu.

"Chi Jiusang, from the beginning, I didn't agree with Aihua getting involved in the walkman business again.

But you have repeatedly urged Aihua to return to the Walkman market this year.

Now that something is unexpected, I’m asking me at this time, how should I reply?!”

While saying this, Hitaro Nakajima stared at Yukizo Osawa with hatred.

It's all this guy, and most of the reason for the situation today is blamed on him.

"Cough" Although he was watched fiercely by Hitaro Nakajima, Yukizo Osen looked innocent.

"San Nakajima, you can't say that. Aihua re-entered the walkman field, but after the unanimous vote of the board of directors, I just voted in favor."

"you!."

"Okay!" Ikeki Mitsuo paused the crutches in his hand again, interrupting Hitaro Nakajima's defense.

"San Nakajima, as the president of Aihua, I hope you can take the responsibility of the president.

Now the board of directors asks you another question, can you take reasonable measures to recover Aihua's losses?"

Nakajima Hirataro was silent for a long time before shook his head.

"Sales in the North American market have almost stagnated, and the price reduction will only damage Aihua's brand image and it will not be worth the loss.

For the current plan, we can only make a quick decision and ship North American inventory to Europe or Asia for low prices to recover some of the losses.

After that, if you are not sure, don’t try to enter the Walkman market, especially when you compete head-on with Shirakawa Electric.”

Things have happened, and this is the only way Nakajima Hirataro could think of to reduce Aihua's losses.

"San Nakajima, if you ship the inventory to Europe and Asia for low prices, will it not damage Aihua's brand image?"

Yukizo Osen raised questions at the right time. Seeing his face full of consideration for Aihua, Hitaro Nakajima almost believed it.

"Osenone-san" Nakajima Hirataro resisted the unhappiness in his tone, "The low-price treatment in Europe and Asia has only been carried out once, and the losses caused to Aihua are limited.

In addition, the speed must be fast, don't hesitate, I suspect Shirakawa Electric will enter the European market soon."

"Is North America really nothing possible?" Ichiki Kuraku, who was holding a cane, asked unwillingly.

No wonder he never forgets his obsession, and no capitalist will let go of the market three times that of Neon’s local market.

And at this moment, Aihua has figured out the problems that his own Walkman has encountered in North America.

However, it involves conflicts between races, and Aihua doesn't know how to break the deadlock.

They have no experience in this area at all, after all, the Neon nation is too single.

No wonder Aihua is so passive, because they do not have deep roots in North America.

I didn't even know at this time that there was the shadow of Shirakawa Electric behind all this.

Seeing that Mitsuo Ikeki was still struggling with the North American market, Hitaro Nakajima couldn't help feeling powerless.

Decaying society, decaying thoughts.

Without receiving a response from Hitaro Nakajima, Hitoshiki Ikebu could not hide his disappointment.

He paused the crutches in his hand again, attracting the attention of everyone in the conference room.

"San Nakajima, given the huge losses caused to Aihua, someone must come forward and take responsibility for this matter. Do you understand?"

When he met Hiraki Hiroo Kamikaze's deep eyes, Hirataro Nakajima suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, he finally reached this point. He sighed deeply, and after staying for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses.

When he raised his gaze again, Hiroshi Ikebu's expressionless face, and Yukizumi Osawa seemed to have a smile.

"I understand," Nakajima Heitaro nodded, then turned around and left the conference room without saying a word.

The people behind it gradually became blurred, and the "AIWA" logo on the wall also disappeared.

Back in the office, Hirataro Nakajima sat in a chair and was quietly stunning.

In just one year, it seems that I will change my place again.

While he felt depressed about Aihua's failure in the Walkman market this time, he felt a deep sense of fatigue.

The pressure from the board of directors and from Sony is always entangled in his heart.

Although he is the leader of a society, he is constrained everywhere.

This experience at Aihua has not even been at ease with the time at Sony Research Institute.

Although in order to complete technical research and development as soon as possible, overtime work every day, it is at least fulfilling and free.

Now, Hirataro Nakajima turned his head and found his reflection from the window glass.

Before I knew it, there seemed to be a little more gorgeous hair on my temples.

Shirakawa Electric, yes, it is Shirakawa Electric that caused great trouble to Aihua and himself.

At this moment, Hitaro Nakajima didn't hate it at all. There is nothing to say about business competition, and there is nothing to say about inferior skills.

I just don’t know if the junior brother will drink with me after losing the halo of the president.

Thinking of this, Hirataro Nakajima smiled self-deprecatingly, and the mediocre people disturbed themselves.

"Dingling~" The phone call on the table interrupted his thoughts.

"Moshimosi? Oga Nori Yusan? OK, I'll go there now."

After putting down the phone, Hirataro Nakajima's face became serious again.

Before he could think about it, he cleaned up a little, and hurriedly left the office and rushed to the Sony headquarters building in Shinagawa District.

"Ogasan" More than half an hour later, Hitaro Nakajima arrived at Oga Nobuo's office.

The latter raised his head from behind the desk, "Nakajima, you're here."

When he heard Oga Nobuo's seemingly friendly name, somehow Hitaro Nakajima suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Sit" behind Oga Nobuo, who was "sitting" and came to the sofa area to signal the latter to sit down.

Hirataro Nakajima suppressed the anxiety in his heart and slowly sat down on the sofa.

"I heard about Aihua's things." Oga Nobuo picked up the coffee, blew, and sipped it slightly.

"Ogasam" Hirataro Nakajima wanted to explain something, but when he recalled his previous experience with Aihua, he didn't know where to start.

"Nakashima"

"Hai"

"Headquarters, I decided to transfer you back to Sony."

Sure enough, it was an unexpected result. But when I returned to Sony, where should I be arranged.

Nakajima Hirataro lowered his head and quietly waited for the judgment of fate.

"The board of directors decided to transfer you back to the radio department, repair the after-sales department, and serve as the minister."

"Ogasan!" Nakajima Hirataro raised his head in disbelief, looking panicked.

He was just asked to resign from Aihua, and he did not lose his composure.

But when he heard what Oga Nobuo said just now, Hitaro Nakajima was completely panicked.

This is its own base camp. Sony's importance to its career is self-evident, so this arrangement is made.

Oga Nobuo sighed slightly, "This is the decision of the board of directors."
To be continued...