In the office of the vice president of purchasing at the top level of Walmart headquarters in Bentonville, Arkansas, USA.
Vice President Sam Walton, his already thinning hair disheveled from his own handling, suddenly grabbed the thick stack of sales forecast reports on the table, angrily slammed it against the wall, and cursed:
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! Those damned, arrogant, and stupid Japanese idiots!"
"They're already courting disaster themselves, do they really have to drag Walmart down with them? What time is it now? It's Christmas! The biggest peak season of the year! Do they even know what that means?"
It must be said that Lin Huowang's plan was absolutely perfect; it was a perfect storm of favorable timing, location, and people.
He could have detonated the bomb months ago, but instead he kept giving the Japanese manufacturers hope that he could keep it under wraps, forcing them to drag it out until Christmas before personally detonating the bomb.
The key was simply capitalizing on the pre-Christmas sales frenzy in Western countries.
Meanwhile, all seven or eight managers and supervisors in the office were being reprimanded.
They all shrank back, silent and trembling, but inside they were incredibly aggrieved, cursing those stupid Japanese pigs. It was clearly their fault, so why were they being dragged into it?
The marketing director's face was also deathly pale. He jabbed his finger at the quarterly schedule on the table and pleaded with great distress, "Sam...we...are we really going to remove all Japanese electronics from the shelves? These are our core product categories for the Christmas season! Or should we sell them first, and then remove them completely after this period and find another supplier?"
"What else? You keep them? Waiting for them to burn countless middle-class families' houses and their children to ashes on this damned Christmas Eve?"
"Then Walmart won't be selling appliances anymore, it'll be selling 'corporate murder'! The board will send us all to jail, without exception!"
Sam roared angrily, his eyes filled with a terrifying, almost predatory look.
"But Sam!"
At this point, the marketing director vehemently protested and explained, "Televisions, tape recorders, rice cookers, and other appliances account for 40% of our annual profits!"
Now that the shelves are empty, what am I supposed to fill them with? Sell European goods? Those expensive, heavy, and ugly junk?
Are we still going to sell those stupid, lousy local products? Consumers simply won't buy them! If our sales figures are a disaster this year, we'll all be fired!
Hearing the pressure of sales targets, Sam scratched his head in frustration, sighing with a mixture of helplessness and despair, "I know! I know better than anyone! But what can I do now? I need a miracle, a miracle from God! Otherwise, Walmart's Christmas season this year will be completely ruined!"
Just then, with a loud bang, the office door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
His young female secretary rushed in in a panic.
Gasping for breath, he crumpled the telegram in his hand, waving it excitedly and shouting, "President! President! There's news! There's news from the port of Los Angeles!"
"What's wrong? Has the sky fallen? We need to calmly think of a solution now. Please don't put so much pressure on us in such a panic!"
Sam was very dissatisfied with his secretary's overreaction.
But then, the female secretary brought incredibly good news, saying:
"No! It's a hundred times better than the sky falling down! It's the port! The Port of Los Angeles! There's a company from Hong Kong Island! They said... they said they have goods!"
"Hong Kong Island? What kind of goods?"
Sam was initially pleased to hear the good news, but his attitude immediately changed when he learned that the goods came from Hong Kong Island.
He shook his head, as if shooing away annoying flies, and waved his hand, saying, "Let them get lost! I have no interest in seeing those vendors selling plastic flowers and cheap toys right now!"
The industrial waste on Hong Kong Island isn't even worth a fraction of what Japanese goods are made of. Why are they causing trouble now?
"No! Director! These aren't plastic flowers and toys! They're appliances! They say they have dozens of containers of appliances! All of them are TVs, refrigerators, and electric fans! These are the most in-demand items for the Christmas season! And they promised that they can provide as much as we need, completely replacing the quantity of Japanese goods," the female secretary said excitedly.
However, it was clear that Sam had a stereotype about Hong Kong goods. He scoffed, thinking that his female secretary had probably been given a few luxury items by those Hong Kong people and was now irresponsibly trying to sell them to him.
"Electrical appliances? Made in Hong Kong? Don't be ridiculous! What decent electrical appliances could those third-world workshops, which can't even solder circuit boards properly, possibly produce? I bet they'd burn faster than Japanese products if they were set on fire!"
"Director... their goods are no worse in quality than Japanese products. And they even said... their products have obtained exclusive licenses from Pokémon!"
"What? Exclusive license from Pokémon? Are you serious?"
Sam's initial disdain was instantly replaced by surprise.
Pokémon!
How could he not know!
His eight-year-old son, Billy, is currently obsessed with this animated film from the great Eastern country. He shouts "Pikachu" all day long at home and even sleeps with an expensive Pikachu plush toy on it!
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