Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

Ota District, the westernmost district of the 23 districts of Tokyo, is also the only area in the 23 districts with a large number of industrial clusters.

Ota City, Kawasaki City, and Yokohama City form the core of the Keihin Industrial Belt surrounding Tokyo Bay.

After the war, RB's economy developed rapidly, and the manufacturing industry based on the industrial cluster of Keihin Industrial Belt made an indelible contribution to this.

Therefore, there are a large number of manufacturing enterprises in Ota City. However, with the continuous expansion of the Tokyo metropolitan area in recent years, the government is organizing intensive industries to gradually evacuate to the periphery.

On the one hand, optimize the industrial structure of Tokyo, on the other hand, promote the urbanization construction of the central city, and reduce the population siphon of the Tokyo metropolis.

Now those who stay in Ota City are basically small and medium-sized precision enterprises, focusing on design and research and development.

Of course, there are also those family workshops that have stayed here for generations and have been running for several generations.

Today's Shirakawa Kaede and Kotaro are also coming to Ota City for the first time. They are business people in suits and leather shoes with briefcases in their hands.

In order to appear more mature in age, Bai Chuanfeng even got a sleek back.

"Xiao Feng..." It was the first time for Kotaro to wear a suit, feeling stiff and uncomfortable.

"Cough~" Bai Chuanfeng was carrying a black briefcase, adjusted his tie, and then gave Kotaro a sideways look.

"Oh, President Shirakawa. Are we going to come directly to the door like this? In what name?" Tiger Taro asked solemnly, resisting the uncomfortable neck being strangled by the tie.

Bai Chuanfeng nodded in satisfaction, and then began to move towards the destination. "It doesn't matter in what name, what matters is how you say it."

Ah, Kotaro scratched his uncomfortable neck for the last time. He made up his mind not to say a word for a while, just watching Xiaofeng pretend... Just let it go.

After a while, the two found the destination of the trip, "Watanabe Electric Manufacturing Co., Ltd." near the Tama River.

The name is very bluffing, but in fact the place is shabby.

To say that it is a company factory building is exaggerating. The low factory shed looks rusty and full of various materials and garbage near the entrance.

Even the handwriting on the signboard hanging on the wall is almost blurred.

This is a proper family workshop, Bai Chuanfeng even suspects that this workshop is older than his grandfather, if he has one.

Although he had expected it, Bai Chuanfeng almost turned around and left. This is such a bad place, people who say it collects garbage probably believe it.

"Xiao Feng, did we really find the wrong place?" Even Kotaro was so shocked that he forgot to call President Shirakawa.

In his down-to-earth thinking, the record player was an electronic product after all. Shouldn't the place where they are produced be rows of machines and workers, and the whole factory building should be spacious, clean and bright?

"Very good..." After holding back for a long time, Bai Chuanfeng finally choked out this word. But he felt more confident.

The two looked outside for a long time, but there was not even a receptionist.

There's no way, you can't give up halfway when you come. Bite the bullet, Bai Chuanfeng could only take Kotaro into the interior from the factory gate.

As soon as you enter the interior, the first thing you hear is the sound of several machine tools working. Because the acrylic board is cut, there is no harsh sound like cutting metal, and the whole environment is quite quiet.

Bai Chuanfeng roughly looked at it, and this process should be the base of the record player.

At this time, someone finally noticed the pair of uninvited guests. A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader came over and looked at Bai Chuanfeng and the others warily. "What do you two do?"

"Oh." Bai Chuanfeng took out the business card he had prepared from his arms, and handed it over with both hands, "We are Bai Chuan Electric Co., Ltd., and we are here today to discuss cooperation with your company."

"Cooperation?" The middle-aged man with a rather rigid face almost thought that he had heard it wrong. Now, is there anyone coming to talk about cooperation?

He glanced suspiciously at Bai Chuanfeng and Kotaro, one with a warm smile and the other with an expressionless face.

Although full of doubts, he nodded to show that he knew. Forget it, let the little president Watanabe decide on the specific matters, and he doesn't bother to take care of it.

The middle-aged man went to inform the president that Bai Chuanfeng and the others were left alone again.

The other workers in the factory looked at Bai Chuanfeng and the others with their eyes, and someone lowered their heads and whispered, "The bank is not here to ask for the debt, is it? I heard that President Watanabe just took out a loan some time ago?"

"Who knows, maybe we will lose our jobs soon. I heard that there have been a lot of people complaining about our Blackstone record players recently."

"Oh no."

"Don't worry about it. If you are unemployed, you will be unemployed. You can't find a job now. Do it for a day, do it for a day."

I didn't hear the complaints from the workers, and I didn't worry about the lack of reception. Instead, Bai Chuanfeng began to visit the production here with great interest.

The whole place is not big, about two to three hundred square meters. It is divided into different areas. Except for the base shell of the record player, which is processed by the machine tools at the door, some other parts should be purchased directly.

This place is more like an assembly factory, where parts from different manufacturers are assembled into vinyl record players.

It's just that the scale is much smaller. According to this efficiency, it would be good to have an output of dozens of units a day.

The place is too small, too few people, and the efficiency is too low. Sure enough, it is a family-style workshop, most of the processes are manual, if it can be done quickly, it will be hell.

At this moment, a very fashionable young man walked over with a smile on his face.

"Shirakawa-san, right? I am the president of Watanabe Denki, Kazumasa Watanabe. Please take care of me."

"President Watanabe is polite."

Bai Chuanfeng exchanged business cards with him, and also exchanged greetings.

The young president Sang doesn't look like a president at all, but looks like a recreational youth who just came out of the dance floor.

With a perm, a big gold watch, and a small white suit with open arms, he is a proper trendy man.

Under his enthusiastic leadership, Bai Chuanfeng and the others were ushered into the meeting room upstairs.

Kazumasa Watanabe saw that there was no one outside, and closed the door. Turning his head, he immediately greeted him warmly, "Bai Chuan-san wants to come to talk about cooperation, right? Shareholding or acquisition? Don't worry, the price is negotiable, how about 20 million?" He raised two fingers and looked at Bai Chuanfeng expectantly.

ah? Bai Chuanfeng was stunned, he hadn't made a move yet, why did the opponent surrender?

As for Tiger Taro, he looked at Bai Chuanfeng with admiration, amazing. You don't need to open your mouth for this business, it's almost done.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Bai Chuanfeng asked without changing his face, "President Watanabe, why don't you explain it in detail."

As soon as he heard the play, Kazumasa Watanabe became even more excited, "Don't worry Shirakawa-san, although we at Blackstone are not as good as Hitachi Panasonic, we have been making record players for many years. There is absolutely no problem with word of mouth from regular customers."

Is it just your word of mouth? Absolutely no problem? Believe it or not, put you in front of the person who bought your turntable recently, and they'll cut it.

Bai Chuanfeng complained in his heart, but his face showed an expression of listening carefully.

"If it weren't for the recent plan to transform into other industries, I would never consider selling the Blackstone record player." After speaking, Watanabe showed an expression that you picked up a big deal.

Bai Chuanfeng thought about it carefully for a while, and he said cautiously, "President Watanabe, is your company really planning to sell the Blackstone jukebox?"

"Of course, I can decide everything here." Kazumasa Watanabe patted his chest and promised.

"He can't make the decision, and the Blackstone record player will not be sold!"

A sudden sound came from outside the door, accompanied by two coughs.

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