The reporter, Old Wang, who came to South Korea last time, has come to Tokyo again as soon as his visa was approved.
Sharp's new product launch event will be held tomorrow.
That evening, he arrived at Kabukicho Ichiban-gai, a very famous street in Japan, where he had been for several days in a row.
Of course, he didn't just come here to have fun; he came with a purpose.
"Hello, Jianyi, come here quickly."
"Haha, Lao Wang, I've made you spend money again."
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. Why are you so late today?"
"I have too much work to do. Sigh, Sharp is having a new product launch tomorrow, and I'm setting up the venue today."
"A new product launch? Are there any new products to be released?"
"Hey, it's just a foldable phone. Xiaomi and Apple have both released foldable phones, even that damn Korean Samsung has released one. We at Sharp are already behind. I heard that one of our executives committed seppuku because of this."
"No way? He committed seppuku just because the post was late?"
"Who knows? Anyway, the suicide rate in rural areas is so high, who cares? I'm exhausted. What's the project today?"
"I heard two new female students arrived today. You must be interested."
"Haha, Lao Wang, you understand me best."
"By the way, Jianyi, can you take me to the press conference tomorrow? I've never been to a new product launch event before."
Kenichi Yamamoto thought about it and decided it wasn't a big deal. There would be a lot of reporters and guests at tomorrow's press conference, so one more person wouldn't be noticeable at all.
He took his work ID out of his bag and handed it to Lao Wang.
"You can take this work pass with you tomorrow. Remember to return it to me after the press conference."
"Haha, no problem, I'll treat you to a massage at the most upscale place on this street tomorrow night."
"Yoshi!"
This is the purpose of Lao Wang's visit to Kabukicho Ichiban-gai these past few days: to get close to a Sharp employee and then sneak into the venue for tomorrow's Sharp new product launch.
Moreover, he can also experience Japanese traditional culture, and it's all on public funds—who could refuse such a good deal?
The next day, Lao Wang successfully entered the venue with Yamamoto Kenichi's work pass.
As expected, Sharp released a foldable phone, the Sharp AQ Z.
Old Wang is quite knowledgeable about foldable screens, and can only say that the Sharp AQ Z has no highlights and is just average.
However, the pricing of the Sharp AQ Z is quite sophisticated, just like that of the Jinmi phone.
Finally, there was the much-anticipated Q&A session with reporters.
Old Wang, with his years of experience as a gossip reporter, quickly darted to the front.
The host noticed that among the reporters was one of his own people wearing a work badge; it must have been arranged by the company.
So I handed the microphone to Lao Wang without any worries.
Old Wang took the microphone, took a deep breath, and it was time to show off his real skills.
"Chairman Katayama, why is the Sharp AQ Z priced the same as the Jinmi phone?"
A critical hit right from the start!
Masaharu Katayama, president of Sharp Corporation, twitched his lips. "What the hell is this guy from? Believe me or not, I'll make you commit seppuku."
However, with so many reporters present, he couldn't afford to make a scene, so he could only give a reply.
"This may just be a coincidence. Xiaomi is a great company, but Xiaomi phones are not sold in Japan, so I haven't had the chance to use one."
"Chairman Katayama, Xiaomi will be opening a store in Tokyo next week. You have a chance."
Masaharu Katayama was so angry he felt like his back teeth were about to break. He wondered which department this guy belonged to. Let him take a closer look.
Kenichi Yamamoto, huh? Fine, fine, you just wait.
"Hehe, what a coincidence."
Then Lao Wang started asking questions again.
"Then, Chairman Katayama, why is the Sharp AQ Z cheaper than the Samsung Ga Z from South Korea? Does our Little Life Empire not live up to South Korea's standards?"
The question caused an uproar in the room.
As everyone knows, Japan and South Korea are sworn enemies, neither willing to concede to the other. If you dared to shout on the streets of Tokyo that Japan is inferior to South Korea, you would probably be beaten to death by the people around you, and the police wouldn't even care.
At this moment, when Lao Wang asked his question, the reporters present got excited.
They don't care what Sharp is like; you don't share your profits with them. But this kind of explosive news is related to their bonuses.
Then, the other reporters started asking questions.
"Yes, yes, Chairman Katayama, why is the Sharp AQ Z cheaper than the Samsung Ga Z? They're both foldable phones, and Sharp released itss later. Does that mean its technology is inferior to Samsung's?"
"Chairman Katayama, why aren't you saying anything? Are you a corporate spy sent by the Koreans?"
"Chairman Katayama, why is the Sharp AQ Z released so many days later than the Samsung Ga Z? Are you deliberately delaying the process?"
Masaharu Katayama was in a real bind. How did he turn a perfectly good press conference into a Korean corporate spy incident?
Have you ever seen a corporate spy rise to the position of CEO?
Also, what about that employee who just asked me a question? I'm going to kill him!
Huh? Where did everyone go?
Old Wang had already slipped out of the crowd during the chaos. If he didn't slip away now, when would he?
While everyone's attention was on Masaharu Katayama, he sneaked into the restroom—this time, the women's restroom.
In the toilet stall, he put on the wig, dress, and even stuffed two pieces of bread into his chest, which he had prepared in advance.
Then I took out my makeup bag and started applying makeup.
Asian sorcery has resurfaced!
Half an hour later, Lao Wang transformed from a rough, burly man into a beautiful internet celebrity, even prettier than the girl signing in at the door.
Add a pair of large sunglasses that cover half her face, and she's the epitome of a cool and aloof goddess.
I just happened to see two security guards in suits coming out of the restroom; they were probably looking for me.
The two security guards' eyes lit up when they saw the beautiful woman, without them even considering that she was Kenichi Yamamoto.
Old Wang simply snorted coldly, swayed his hips, and swaggered away.
"Brother, it's so beautiful."
"Yeah, but a beauty like that is way out of our league. Wipe your drool and go find that damned Kenichi Yamamoto."
Old Wang swaggered out of the hotel, casually tossing Yamamoto Kenichi's work ID into the trash can by the door.
Then I hailed a taxi, and the driver's eyes lit up. "Wow, so beautiful!"
But when Lao Wang opened his mouth, all the driver's illusions were shattered. Damn, this handsome guy is actually a man?
But it doesn't seem like it's impossible, does it?
After arriving at the airport, Lao Wang found a women's restroom, removed his makeup under the shocked gaze of a woman, then found a stall to change his clothes before boarding the plane.
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