Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

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

At the board meeting of Aihua, Heitaro Nakajima, who was over half a century old, stood obediently in front of the shareholders with his head bowed like a schoolboy being trained, with a serious expression on his face.

The person who asked him the question at the moment was an old man with gray hair, whose name was Mitsuo Chijiu, the founder of Aihua Co., Ltd.

He was sitting in the middle of a group of shareholders, and his face was also sullen at this time.

Nakajima Heitaro moved his lips, and finally bowed his head and said, "Smith Marseille!"

"Bang!" The crutch in Chi Jiuguangfu's hand slammed, "The loss of 6.6 billion yen in two months! Can an apology explain it?!"

6.6 billion yen, what is the profit of the entire Aihua in one year.

With Heitaro Nakajima's operation, whether Aihua can make a profit this year is still unclear.

As the founder of Aihua, Chi Jiu Guangfu is of course heartbroken.

Nakajima Heitaro also had an ugly face after being scolded. He raised his eyes and saw Osone Kozo's gloating eyes.

That's right, Kozo Osone also came, and he attended the board meeting as a shareholder representative of Sony.

Nakajima Heitaro, who was already full of anger and grievance, was stimulated by Osone Kozo's eyes.

The resentment in his heart exploded in an instant, and he raised his head and looked directly at Chi Jiuguangfu.

"Chi Jiusang, from the very beginning, I disagree 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 things are unexpected, how should I reply when I question you at this time? ! "

While saying these words, Nakajima Heitaro stared at Osone Kozo with hatred in his eyes.

It's all this guy, and most of the reasons for today's situation are due to him.

"Cough" Although Nakajima Heitaro looked at him viciously, Osone Kozozo looked innocent.

"Nakajima-san, you can't say that. Aihua re-entered the field of Walkmans, but after the unanimous vote of the board of directors, I just voted for it."

"you!."

"Okay!" Mitsuo Chijiu slammed the crutch in his hand again, interrupting Heitaro Nakajima's defense.

"Nakajima-san, as the president of Aihua, I hope you can take on the responsibility of the president.

Now the board of directors will ask you again, can you take reasonable measures to recover the loss of Aihua? "

Nakajima Heitaro was silent for a long time before shaking his head.

"Sales in the North American market have almost stagnated, and further price cuts will only damage AvaTrade's brand image, and the gains outweigh the losses.

For now, we can only make a decisive decision and ship the inventory in North America to Europe or Asia at a low price to recover part of the loss.

After that, if you are not absolutely sure, don't try to enter the Walkman market again, especially if you are in direct competition with Shirakawa Electric. "

Things have happened, and this is the only way Heitaro Nakajima can think of to reduce Aiwa's loss.

"Nakajima-san, sending the stock to Europe and Asia for low-cost processing, won't it damage Aihua's brand image?"

Osone Kozo raised a question in a timely manner, seeing his face full of consideration for Aiwa, Heitaro Nakajima almost believed it.

"Osone-san" Nakajima Heitaro suppressed the unhappiness in his tone, "The low-price treatment in Europe and Asia has only been carried out at least once, and the damage caused to Aihua is limited.

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

"Could it be that North America really has nothing to do?" Chi Jiuguangfu, who was wearing a cane, still asked unwillingly.

It's no wonder that he never forgets that any capitalist will not let go of the market that is three times the size of Neon's home market.

And now Aihua has figured out the problems that his Walkman encountered in North America.

But when it comes to conflicts between races, Aihua doesn't know how to break the situation.

They have absolutely no experience in this area, after all, Neon's ethnicity is too single.

No wonder Aihua is so passive, because their roots in North America are not deep.

Even at this time, they didn't know that there was a shadow of Baichuan Electric behind all this.

Seeing that Mitsuo Chijiu was still entangled in the North American market, Heitaro Nakajima couldn't help but feel powerless.

Rotten clubs, corrupt ideas.

Mitsuo Chijiu couldn't hide his disappointment when he didn't get a response from Heitaro Nakajima.

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

"Nakajima-san, in view of the huge losses caused to Aihua, someone must stand up and take responsibility for this matter. Do you understand?"

If he looked at Mitsuo Kamiike with deep meaning in his eyes, Heitaro Nakajima felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Unexpectedly, it finally came to this step. Sighing deeply, he stayed for a long time before gradually returning to his senses.

When he raised his eyes again, Mitsuo Chijiu was expressionless, and Kozo Osone seemed to be smiling.

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

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

Back in the office, Nakajima Heitaro sat on a chair quietly lost in thought.

In just one year, it seemed that I had to change places again.

Regarding Aihua's failure in the Walkman market this time, while he felt depressed, he also felt deeply tired.

The pressure from the board of directors, from Sony, haunted him all the time.

Although he is the head of a company, he is constrained everywhere.

The experience at Aihua was not even as comfortable as the time at the Sony Research Institute.

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

Today, Heitaro Nakajima turns his head to find his own reflection on the glass of the window.

Unknowingly, there seems to be a little more hair on the temples.

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

At this moment, Nakajima Heitaro doesn't even have any hatred for it. In matters of business competition, there is nothing to say about inferior skills.

I just don't know if that junior will ask me to drink after I lose the halo of the president.

Thinking of this, Heitaro Nakajima laughed at himself, making people feel troubled.

"Dinglingling~" The phone on the table interrupted his thoughts.

"Moshi Moxi? Dahe Dianxiongsang? Okay, I'll go there now."

Putting down the phone, Nakajima Heitaro's expression became serious again.

Before he had time to think about it, he tidied up a bit, then hurriedly left the office and rushed to the Sony Headquarters Building in Shinagawa District.

Half an hour after "Oga-san", Heitaro Nakajima arrived at Norio Oga's office.

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

Hearing Norio Ohga's seemingly friendly address, Heitaro Nakajima suddenly had a bad feeling for some reason.

After "sit" up, Norio Oga came to the sofa area and motioned for the latter to sit down.

Heitaro Nakajima suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and slowly sat down on the sofa.

"I've heard about what happened to Aihua." Norio Oga picked up his coffee, took a breath, and took a sip.

"Oga-san" Nakajima Heitaro wanted to explain something, but recalling what happened to Aihua before, he didn't know where to start.

"Nakajima"

"Hay"

"Headquarters, we have decided to transfer you back to Sony."

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

Nakajima Heitaro bowed his head, quietly waiting for the trial of fate.

"The board of directors decided to transfer you back to the radio business department, the maintenance and after-sales department, and take up the post of director."

"Okashi-san!" Nakajima Heitaro raised his head in disbelief, his expression panicked.

He was asked to take the blame and resign from Aihua just now, and he didn't lose his composure like this.

But Heitaro Nakajima was completely panicked when he heard what Norio Ohga said just now.

This is my home base, Sony's importance to my career is self-evident, so it is arranged like this.

Norio Ohga sighed slightly, "This is the decision of the board of directors."

Nakajima Heitaro's expression froze instantly, and he understood.

Norio Ohga could not change the decision of Sony's board of directors.

He thought about returning to Sony by himself, and he would sit on the bench. But I didn't expect that it would be such an arrangement.

The radio division has little presence in Sony's overall business.

Even if it is not a sunset industry, its potential is almost exhausted.

And now I not only go to such a department, but also the after-sales maintenance department that most people don't want to go to.

After-sales maintenance, after-sales maintenance, I am a dignified former director of the research institute and former president of Aihua.

At the age of more than half a century, he has been reduced to the most inconspicuous existence in the middle management.

"Nakajima-san" Norio Oga also knew that he had been wronged by this, but there were some things he couldn't settle with a single word.

"This arrangement may only be temporary, please wait for the time."

Nakajima Heitaro smiled miserably, he was already quite old, so there was no time to wait.

"Hay." He bowed his head deeply and saluted Dahe Nianxiong, "Dahe Sang, I will take my leave first."

Norio Oga nodded silently, and the latter got up and left without saying a word.

Seeing his figure like a walking corpse, Norio Oga also remained silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh resounded in the meeting room.

Norio Ohga returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Shirakawa-san, it's me, Norio Oga."

"Hey, it's Da He Sang." Bai Chuanfeng, who was handling official business, showed a surprised expression.

"Is it convenient to meet up, Bai Chuan-san?"

"When?" Bai Chuanfeng calmly put down the document in his hand.

"Now"

"Okay, please wait a moment, Big Hesang, I'll go over now."

"Then just wait."

With a click, Bai Chuanfeng hung up the phone, and immediately thought quickly in his mind.

What's going on, why does Norio Ohe suddenly want to see himself at this time.

I haven't heard anything special about Sony recently.

For a CD player? not like. Whether it is Sony or Shirakawa Electric, there is no major progress so far.

Walkman? No, the other party didn't pay much attention to this aspect at all.

"Assistant Komatsu, immediately go and check what's news from Sony recently, oh yes." Bai Chuanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up, "And Aihua, give me a reply in five minutes, I need it urgently."

"Hay!" Assistant Xiaosong trotted out of the office immediately.