Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

Issei Watanabe hurried out of the gate with Hasegawa who was in charge of the marketing department.

I saw a large group of people standing in front of the gate of Watanabe Denki.

The leader is a delinquent young man with dyed yellow hair, who seems to imitate Shibuya's recently popular aesthetics.

This is in line with Issei Watanabe's initial imagination of this group of people, and even he himself was a member of the Shibuya trend two years ago.

But what attracted him the most was the banner held high by this group of people, a long white banner wrapped around two bamboo poles.

"Fight the unscrupulous thief--Denki Watanabe!"

Issei Watanabe, who originally planned to put on a red face to persuade him, only felt his blood pressure soar.

Although he didn't pay much attention to the Blackstone jukebox, it didn't mean he was indifferent to the signboard with his surname on it.

This is no different from someone pointing at his nose and scolding.

"You guys, it's too much." The young and energetic Watanabe Issei ignored Hasegawa's crazy winks and blurted out a sentence.

Ota, who was called "you guys", not only didn't get angry, but became more energetic. The people behind were also eager to try it, and the atmosphere rose up by itself without the help of everyone.

Ota took a step forward without hesitation, "Hey, do you dare to say that there is nothing wrong with the vinyl record player you produced?"

Watanabe was suffocated, a little guilty. But at this time, you must not bow your head, so many people are watching.

If he recognized this incident today, he believed that this scene would be circulated in the newspapers tomorrow.

Don't think that the guy with the camera hiding in the crowd can escape my Watanabe's eyes. I think it was much more exciting than this when I was playing candid shots.

"There is absolutely nothing. Every product produced by our Watanabe Electric has been personally inspected by a craftsman-level master. Normal use can guarantee trouble-free operation for twenty years."

At the time when the old Watanabe boasted about Haikou, now the young Watanabe also opened his mouth to come.

"Humph" Ota was waiting for this to say, he waved his hand "bring it up". The little brother next to him immediately pulled out a vinyl record player from behind.

"Take a good look, is this a product of your Watanabe Electric?" Ota held up the record player, "Everyone, take a look, this is a product that just left the factory last month."

"Watanabe-san, guess what?" Ota looked at Kazumasa Watanabe gloatingly, and the latter wanted to snatch the record player at the moment, and then throw Ota out.

Ota pointed to the exaggerated performance of the record player, "It's only been less than a month, and the music played by a good record is like a ghost. If you look carefully, the needle of this record player is already bent.

You heard me right, it's only been less than a month. Do you think this Watanabe Denki is an unscrupulous thief! "

"That's right, it really is a profiteer!"

"Yes, that's an exaggeration. This needle is less durable than a condom."

"Haha~"

Hearing everyone's ridicule, Ota was even more proud. He pushed the record player forward, "Watanabe-san, do you think this is your product?"

"You...you" Watanabe's fingers began to tremble, "You are completely slandering."

"Hasegawa-kun, why do you think there are problems with our Watanabe Electric products?"

Kazumasa Watanabe was not sure if it was really a problem with his own products, so he pulled Hasegawa over in a panic as a shield.

Hasegawa Hiroshi sighed in his heart, knowing that there was a high probability that it was a problem with his own products. As a face-to-face customer, how could he, who is in charge of the marketing department, not be aware of the recent word-of-mouth crisis that Blackstone record players are facing.

But he still cheered up and put on a smiling face, "Everyone, please be safe and calm, Watanabe Electric is a responsible company. If there is any problem with the product, we will properly solve it.

Now that there are too many people, it is not convenient to communicate, so you might as well choose a few representatives to talk inside.

Other friends, you can go back and wait for the news. Please believe that Watanabe Electric has a long-term good reputation and will definitely satisfy everyone. "

After speaking, Hiroshi Hasegawa sincerely bowed to everyone.

This guy has two brushes. When Ota saw that everyone really calmed down and looked at him, he suddenly felt bad.

You can't follow the other party's wishes, otherwise the play will not be sung. Now, in addition to the support that was brought in at the beginning, it also attracted people passing by nearby to watch the excitement.

Ota rolled his eyes and spoke first, "Our request is very simple. Can your company really guarantee that your products are okay? Feel free to go to an electrical retail store and ask if your products have received a large number of consumers recently. quality complaints."

"This..." Not to mention Kazusei Watanabe, even Hasegawa, who knew the Blackstone phonograph like the back of his hand, didn't have the confidence.

"Why? Don't you dare?" The unreasonable Ota pressed on every step of the way, holding the Blackstone record player and screaming around, "In short, I will never buy any products produced by Watanabe Electric in the future. "

After speaking, he raised the Blackstone record player in his hand and threw it to the ground.

"Boom!" The huge shattering sound shook everyone motionless.

Coincidentally, a piece of debris jumped directly onto Issei Watanabe's face, and he raised his fist and rushed forward with his red eyes.

"President Watanabe! President Watanabe!" Hiroshi Hasegawa who came back to his senses hugged Kazumasa Watanabe tightly, trying to calm him down.

When Issei Watanabe was about to touch Ota with his fist, a middle-aged man in a wrinkled suit stood in front of Ota without hesitation.

When the fist was still 1 centimeter away from him, the uncle folded his arms precisely, with a painful expression on his face.

Then he turned 360° on the spot, and fell straight to the ground with a "snap", cleverly avoiding a raised stone.

"You... you... you dare to do it? You, the dignified president of Watanabe Electric, actually beat up consumers who are righteous and defend their rights?"

Ota pointed at Kazumasa Watanabe dumbfounded, his face was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

"I didn't, it wasn't me, don't talk nonsense." Kazumasa Watanabe pushed back while pulling Hasegawa Hiroshi to him.

The latter directly closed his eyes in pain, it was over.

"Have you seen it? This is how Watanabe Denki treats customers." Ota raised his arms and shouted, and the crowd was excited.

Some group performers who were too involved in the play picked up a few other record players and smashed them on the ground with "boom, boom, boom".

These prodigal sons, Ota secretly cursed in his heart.

However, he also accepts as soon as he sees a good deal. If the police are really called, it is not sure who will be unlucky first.

"Wake up, Watanabe! You Watanabe Denki is finished!" After saying that, Ota turned his head and left angrily.

The younger brother beside him also dispersed, and the uncle who was lying on the ground was also carried away by everyone thoughtfully.

There were only fragments of onlookers left around, and the remains of record players all over the place.

The scattered fragments, just like the state of mind of the old Watanabe who has been paying attention to this place behind the upstairs window, are riddled with holes and dilapidated.

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