Chapter 169 They're all experts: They can spout lies without batting an eye

Wang Xiao acted immediately.

She wants to go to a concert and needs VIP tickets, so she definitely needs to plan ahead.

Please, this is Michael Jackson! Tickets for him are in high demand, let alone good seats in the inner field.

However, the concept of the information superhighway in the United States has only just been proposed, and it will be about seven or eight years before the world is connected by a single network. She wanted to inquire about the concert, but for a moment she didn't know where to start.

After thinking about it for a long time, she finally called Sachiko Ito.

Tokyo is considered the fashion center of Asia, so there are more channels for information.

Unexpectedly, Sachiko Ito was quite surprised when she heard her boss's request: "Do Chinese people also go to concerts?"

Wang Xiaoqi found it strange: "Why don't you listen?"

"Sorry, I thought Chinese people would work non-stop."

She got this impression because she heard her colleagues at the sex industry park complain that Chinese people really work overtime, unlike Tokyo office workers who basically just politely socialize while working overtime.

Seriously, they work so hard. They seem to have inexhaustible energy, and everyone actively and voluntarily asks to work overtime.

When she took clients to the factory, she even discovered that the factory had to force everyone to stop working for three hours to do exercises, eat snacks, and drink water. Otherwise, they could work non-stop until after dinner and then a late-night snack, only leaving when the factory closed.

She is not a Christian, but she also suspects that when God created mankind, He classified the Chinese people as another kind of being.

Wang Xiao was both amused and exasperated: "Japan would have been like this less than half a century ago."

What other reason could there be? To make money, of course.

The more you do, the more you earn. Your monthly salary is 300 yuan, but you can earn up to 600 yuan if you work overtime.

In a city where the average worker earns only a couple hundred yuan a month, and in rural areas only a few dozen yuan, it's perfectly normal for workers in the industrial park to voluntarily request to work overtime.

The situation would have been the same in postwar Japan.

During the wealth accumulation phase, everyone is highly motivated. It's estimated that later on, workers won't be as willing to work so hard.

Sachiko Ito exclaimed in surprise, "Is that so?"

Then she dealt her boss another heavy blow, something she truly hadn't expected.

In fact, she attended three of Michael Jackson's concerts in Tokyo last year!

"I wanted to work to save money to see his concert when I was in middle school, but unfortunately I still couldn't afford the ticket."

She was grateful to her boss for the generous bonus, which not only allowed her to work hard to save money to buy a small house in Tokyo, but also gave her the courage to buy tickets to three concerts.

Wang Xiao let out a screech like a groundhog; she was dying of jealousy, she was insanely jealous!

Sachiko Ito comforted her boss, saying, "Next time, next time he comes to Japan for a concert, I will definitely try to grab tickets in advance."

Wang Xiao also displayed the spirit of a boss: "I want the best seats, and I'll treat you to the same tickets."

However, she made another request: "If you hear any news about him holding another concert, no matter where it is, please let me know. If conditions permit, I'll invite you too."

Sachiko Ito laughed happily, making a goose-like sound.

That would be fantastic.

Because she's saving money to buy a house, she saves 80% of her income every month. So, she scrapes together all her concert expenses from her commute and food budget.

Now that her boss is paying the bill, she's overjoyed.

Sachiko Ito decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue her efforts: "Boss, actually, there are many great singers who are going to hold concerts in Tokyo recently."

Unfortunately, Wang Xiao remained unmoved: "I only want to see a Michael Jackson concert."

Well, Sachiko Ito had no choice but to abandon her plan to freeload and obediently report on her work.

Since the beginning of the year, in addition to maintaining customer relationships, her main tasks have been twofold.

One option is to apply for a patent.

Realistic sex dolls may seem like just toys for entertainment, nothing serious.

But how could the fruits of more than half a year of hard work by outstanding scientists from both countries, embodied in the doll, not be a crystallization of wisdom?

They filed a total of 37 patent applications after disassembling the parts.

To avoid being copied by others and then sued for patent infringement.

Japanese businessmen are particularly fond of bowing and apologizing; they do it quite frequently.

But that doesn't mean they have any morals; they've done plenty of shameless things.

After tireless efforts, all 37 patents have finally been processed.

The second item is also about realistic sex dolls, specifically their sales.

To date, in the Japanese market, its main destination remains love hotels.

The good news is that most love hotels in Japan are chains, so knocking on the door of one means you have a chance to enter the rest.

And something particularly interesting is that in love hotels in Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto, the most popular lifelike dolls are basically blonde and blue-eyed.

From a theoretical point of view, this is not unusual, after all, things are valued for their rarity.

In Moscow, what has now become a sanatorium that has somehow been transformed into a sex doll experience center, with Oriental dolls being the most frequently ordered item.

The problem is that Japanese society is actually quite xenophobic. Especially in Japan itself, people of mixed race (yellow and white) often face discrimination.

The Japanese admire a single ethnicity.

Unexpectedly, these customers harbored a wild side.

Wang Xiao was quite curious: "I wonder if the women's version will be like this after it's launched."

Sachiko Ito giggled, eager to try: "I want to give it a shot."

She became wary again, thinking, "Won't it have some strange smell?"

She once met a pretty handsome white guy while drinking at a bar.

The two clinked glasses, exchanging glances and longing looks, their intention to go to the hotel was practically a done deal.

Then a gust of wind came and she immediately woke up.

Wang Xiao laughed so hard she could hardly breathe.

Yes, yes, that's exactly it. There's really nothing you can do about racial differences.

She can tolerate the other person's bad skin, large pores, and rough texture; she can simply close her eyes and pretend she doesn't see it.

But you can't block your nostrils too, otherwise there really won't be any way to fix it.

After bursting into laughter over the phone, the two suddenly exclaimed in unison, "Could it be because it has no flavor?"

Oh, that might sound offensive, but it's really possible.

Taste is related to race, but not so much to gender.

Of course, the popularity of blonde, blue-eyed dolls in Japanese love hotels may also be related to the subtle sense of inferiority that Japanese men feel when facing white women.

This doesn't need to be elaborated on in detail, as it involves various factors such as history and culture.

Wow, what a pleasant surprise!

I never imagined that lifelike dolls would have this advantage over real people.

Wang Xiao, true to his capitalist nature, began to urge his employees on: "Individual sales must also keep up, and we must strive to bring our products into every household."

But when it comes to this track, Sachiko Ito can't keep the bad news to herself.

In terms of individual sales, their dolls' performance can barely be described as mediocre; in fact, sales were dismal.

The reason for such poor performance is likely related to the product's pricing.

It costs about one-third more than the common lifelike dolls on the market.

Love hotels don't care, because hotels are business, and their positioning is inherently different from that of family products.

For a new product, which isn't a big-name luxury item, it's indeed not easy to open up the market when it lacks a price advantage.

"We've already run ads, on TV and in magazines, but we haven't seen any significant results."

Sachiko Ito suggested to the boss, "Should we offer some discounts and promotions to attract customers with low prices, let them experience the excellence of our dolls firsthand, and then turn them into repeat customers?"

Wang Xiao instinctively refused: "Let me think about it."

She doesn't like the low-price strategy.

As a top influencer who sells products, she feels that even if people are quite satisfied with the products after buying them at a special price, they will feel cheated when the products return to their original price and will want to wait for another special offer.

Moreover, from the perspective of lifespan, lifelike dolls used by individuals are definitely fixed assets, rather than consumables.

If a customer buys something at a special price, it can indeed deter them from buying other similar products for at least several months.

The problem is that their Love Power products have limited influence in Japan and are not the kind of products that can dominate the market.

Japan's sex toy market is already large and highly competitive.

They don't actually have much of an advantage if they engage in a price war.

After thinking it over, Wang Xiao didn't hesitate to lower his moral standards when faced with money.

"From now on, we'll stop posting ads and start posting news."

"What news?"

"Here's the thing, there are two brothers, the older one is married and the younger one is single. The younger brother bought our lifelike doll and cherishes it very much, treating it as a companion."

Sachiko Ito heard the "hmm" sounds; Japan is considered one of the birthplaces of otaku culture.

In the 1990s, it wasn't unusual to have lifelike dolls as companions in this region.

There are also people who only love goddesses from anime.

"However, one day, the older brother had a fight with his wife and went to his younger brother's place, but the younger brother happened to be away. Under the influence of alcohol, anger, and strange thoughts, he had sex with his younger brother's lifelike doll."

“Oh, how could he do this?” Sachiko Ito exclaimed angrily. “He could have bought it himself.”

This reminded her of her roommate from when she used to share an apartment, who always stole her skincare products. How annoying!

Wang Xiao continued, "This experience made my brother feel very good. Because the doll was very obedient to him, neither mocking him nor rejecting him."

Sachiko Ito's salesman's passion was boiling: "So he became our new customer!"

Wow! This news is great; it touches on a morally ambiguous plot, making it a natural selling point.

But the boss didn't stop there. He then dropped a bombshell: "From then on, the older brother became addicted to this feeling. He would often go to his younger brother's place when he wasn't around and have sex with the doll."

Sachiko Ito pouted, "This guy is really stingy. How can he take advantage of his own brother like this? If this continues, his younger brother will definitely get angry."

To this day, she still hates her roommate who always steals her skincare products.

“Yes,” Wang Xiao said casually, “once my younger brother left something at home, went out halfway but came back, and was caught red-handed.”

Sachiko Ito exclaimed, "This is terrible!"

For a moment, she herself didn't know whether she was feeling bad for her brother or her younger brother.

But worse things were yet to come.

The boss sighed: "In a fit of rage, the younger brother stabbed his older brother with a knife, seriously injuring him."

Sachiko Ito gasped in surprise.

How could you do this? Although the older brother was in the wrong, the younger brother shouldn't have acted so impulsively.

"Because for the younger brother, the doll is already his companion. What the older brother is doing is defiling his wife in front of him."

Sachiko Ito's public relations crisis awareness kicked in instantly, and she eagerly asked, "When and where did this happen?"

With such a commotion, the company will definitely have to handle public relations. They might even have to hold a press conference to apologize for disturbing the public.

If it weren't for the subsequent violence and bloodshed, a simple sex scandal would be fine.

Wang Xiao said casually, "Whatever time and place you think is appropriate, that's fine. Don't worry too much about it. If necessary later, we'll hold a press conference to apologize and clarify that the rumored address and time are different from the facts. But the real situation involves customer privacy, so we regret that we cannot disclose it."

Having lived and worked in a major international city, Sachiko Ito has seen plenty of bizarre and outlandish things.

Besides, what the tabloids spread is just hearsay and rumors; who knows if it's true or false?

In addition, Japanese company culture is quite unique. Under normal circumstances, unless the company goes bankrupt or lays off employees, you will basically work for the company for your entire life.

Sachiko Ito is a full-time employee, not a temporary worker, so she has a particularly strong sense of belonging to the company.

After a brief moment of surprise, she quickly got into character and even discussed with her boss, "We can have two interviews."

When this news, which blended sex and gore, broke, the company's initial response was ambiguous, stating that they had not yet received any information and were looking into the matter.

Is the news true or false? Sorry, we are still verifying it. If it is true, then it's truly regrettable; the company feels extremely uneasy.

Because we prioritized customer experience, we made the lifelike dolls so realistic and thoughtful that we feel very sorry for the consequences that arose as a result.

They would like to apologize to the brother's wife who was hurt in this incident.

Once the news continues to escalate and cause a great uproar, and with an increasing number of reporters visiting the company, it should hold a press conference to clarify that the time and location in the news are inconsistent with the facts, and apologize once again for disturbing the public.

Two public relations maneuvers were conducted to maximize the news coverage and achieve the best sales results.

Don't think that gore will deter customers.

In fact, based on her experience as a salesperson, sex and violence are both human instincts.

Bloodshed can sometimes be irresistible, quickly arousing our curiosity and excitement.

"Fax the press release to me after you've written it," Wang Xiao instructed. "This needs to be done as soon as possible; we need to have at least a small sales boom before summer arrives."

Although people dress lightly in summer, the heat probably affects their mood. Therefore, when temperatures rise, sales of sex toys often decrease rather than increase.

Sachiko Ito immediately assured her, "I'll do it right away."

This expense is naturally included in the advertising cost, but compared to running numerous advertisements, it obviously costs much less.

God help her. Even if she doesn't believe in God, she can still ask Him to help her so that this matter can proceed smoothly.

There's no other way.

Who can blame them? The boss is ambitious and has decided to enter the chip and LCD screen market.

Having raised these two insatiable money-devouring beasts, I have to find a way to make money.

Surprisingly, as soon as she wanted to make money, someone offered her money right to her door.

At noon, she took her bodyguards to the cafeteria for lunch.

Fang Meiqin has only been awake for a short time and is still extremely weak.

Comrade Chen Yanqiu, the union chairman, couldn't possibly leave; he went to the hospital to stay with her right after breakfast.

With her mother away and her father in a meeting, no one was taking care of Wang Xiao's meals, so she ate in the cafeteria all the time.

However, the bodyguards were quite happy because the cafeteria offered more noodles, which suited their tastes better.

While waiting for the noodles to be served, someone approached Wang Xiao, greeted him, and got straight to the point, asking for investment.

They don't require 24% interest; 10%, just a little higher than bank interest, is fine.

Wang Xiao was both amused and exasperated: "10%? You might as well just put it in the bank. Why come to me? I don't own a bank."

The employee who came to the door got anxious: "That's different, the bank only pays 7.5% a year."

The noodles were served. Wang Xiao stirred them with his chopsticks, picked up a quail egg, blew on it, and said nonchalantly, "How much difference can there be? At least banks are safe."

"Oh, do you think I don't trust you? I've watched you grow up since I was a child."

Wang Xiao laughed heartily, not holding back at all: "I can't trust myself. I'm not a bank that can print money. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to return the money to you."

The employee's aunt was extremely anxious: "Xiaoxiao, please have mercy on us. Things are getting more and more expensive every day. If we keep our money in the bank, it'll just turn into paper every day."

Wang Xiao smiled but remained silent.

Suddenly, a voice rang out above her head: "Alright, you know money isn't worth much these days, and you're still going after my Xiaoxiao? Come on, come on, stop standing here."

Before the mass layoffs, the workers in the large factories had a particularly strong sense of ownership. Even the older female workers weren't intimidated by the union chairman, and proudly declared, "Hey, are you going to stop us workers from sitting on the tables and benches in this factory?"

Chen Yanqiu glared at her fiercely, as if she were about to kill a chicken and slit her throat: "There are so many seats, why do you have to sit here? Get out of here!"

The auntie got anxious: "Oh dear, these officials are being unreasonable. Hey, Lao Zhao, you be the judge."

The word "reason" had barely left her lips when she suddenly snapped back to reality and immediately chuckled, "Oh, Lao Zhao, you're back?"

She wanted to ask a few more questions to get some firsthand information, but under Chen Yanqiu's murderous gaze, she could only awkwardly touch her nose and say, "Fine, fine, you sit down, I'll leave."

Chairman Chen then adopted a gentle, persuasive expression and greeted Old Zhao, "Sit down, sit down. Oh, you have fish soup noodles today. I'll bring you two bowls."

Without giving Lao Zhao a chance to object, she hurriedly went to get her food.

Wang Xiao instantly turned into a quail, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Her mother was really something, why did she have to put Fang Meiqin's husband, Lao Zhao, at this table? It made her so embarrassed that she couldn't even eat her noodles.

Fang Meiqin's affair caused such a huge uproar that it was difficult for her to pretend she knew nothing about it.

Theoretically speaking, if a family member of yours is injured and barely escapes death, then I should definitely express my concern and offer my condolences.

The problem is that your wife was stabbed by a male mistress, and you were on a business trip on the day it happened.

Well, emmm, I really don't know how to react.

Wang Xiao remembers when she was still an undergraduate, she and her close friends from the nursing department in her dorm would share some juicy gossip about their hospital internships.

A man was stabbed by his mistress, but he desperately tried to hide it from the doctors and nurses, fearing that his mistress would be arrested by the police.

He accidentally let it slip, and that's how the medical staff found out.

This isn't the most bizarre thing. What's bizarre is that during his hospitalization, his wife took care of him the entire time.

His wife was unaware of the situation, and seeing him in pain caused her unbearable heartache.

And because he was upset, he secretly cried behind her back.

She took care of him day and night.

As a result, the man calmed down a bit and secretly contacted his mistress again, comforting her by saying that everything was fine.

I disgusted the nursing students for a whole month.

Everyone felt sorry for the scumbag's wife.

Now that the genders are reversed, there's no real difference.

To be honest, Wang Xiao wasn't sure whether she should congratulate him on getting his revenge or comfort him and tell him to take it easy.

Bah! Fang Meiqin is still alive, there's no need to grieve too much.

Wang Xiao felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, wishing she could bury her head in the bowl of noodles.

The other Russians were quite sensible; whether they understood or not, none of them uttered a word.

Their reaction was exactly what Chen Yanqiu needed.

If she had the choice, she would definitely have just taken everyone to eat in the hospital cafeteria.

But Old Zhao wouldn't have it; he absolutely refused to stay in the hospital. Even if you force a cow not to drink water, you have to be able to hold it down.

She could only accompany him back to the factory canteen for meals, leaving him with her daughter, because she didn't want other people to come over and gossip, or upset him.

This was so boring that Wang Xiao didn't even know what the noodles tasted like.

After everyone had finished eating, while Lao Zhao and the others went to the restroom, she finally grabbed her mother's arm and whispered, "Mom, what are you doing?"

She felt that her mother's words implied a desire to reconcile the family, to persuade Old Zhao to accept the promiscuous woman's return, and to continue the family harmony.

Chen Yanqiu found it strange: "What you're saying is strange. Even a couple who quarrel in bed make up before they get out of bed. Even the tongue and teeth quarrel, let alone a married couple."

Wang Xiao stared in disbelief, and it took him a while to find his tongue: "No, Mom, it's not just a simple fight."

Fang Meiqin's incident caused a sensation throughout the entire factory.

Or to be more specific, the entire factory area, and even the Zhimen Commercial City, and even the Russians who fly over to do business, all treat this as a casual snack to enjoy over drinks.

With such a huge uproar, can Lao Zhao really tolerate it?

Even if he truly loves her and is willing to endure it, public opinion will force him to let go.

After all, society enjoys stories of prodigal sons returning home, but absolutely cannot tolerate prodigal daughters finding a good ending.

Chen Yanqiu slapped her daughter's arm and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

She then emphasized in a low voice, "If he doesn't care, who will? Will the factory take care of her forever? Or do they expect Fang Meiqin's family to take care of her forever? Don't they even know how old her parents are?"

Wang Xiao chuckled. So he was just looking for a sucker.

She just snorted and said, "Then let's see how you try to persuade me, it's come to this."

“Why can’t we try to persuade her?” Chen Yanqiu said seriously. “Fang Meiqin was stabbed, but the real reason was to get back her family’s savings. You kids always talk about where the money is. The fact that she almost lost her life shows that she still cares about her family.”

Wang Xiao was speechless, unable to find a reply, and could only stammer.

"Oh, oh, oh, so what are you going to say about her and that guy before? Fang Meiqin and Lao Zhao have fought several times already."

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Chairman Chen said as if it were the truth. "Comrade Fang Meiqin is innocent. Those are just rumors, nothing of the sort. She brought people to her home to discuss a business partnership."

A couple of years ago, the regulations were very strict, and they were constantly cracking down on speculation and profiteering. They didn't dare to discuss things outside, so they had to do business behind closed doors.

This time, it was also because they couldn't agree on money; she was stabbed to protect her family's assets.

Wang Xiao was speechless with astonishment and had to give a thumbs up in praise: "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

Honestly, her ability to fabricate news is nothing compared to her mother's; it's insignificant.

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