Since it was an equal partnership, the original three percent seemed rather stingy.
"I'll do my best to persuade the three Mr. Ollertons."
"I'm afraid that will take quite a while."
Vincent and Josen walked side by side across the lawn outside the castle.
"Mr. Wayne, the difference between Cleansweep and Nimbus or Comet is that our positioning is much more accessible."
"Indeed. The mass-produced Alpha I costs only 900 Galleons, far more reasonable than Nimbus and Comet models that easily run into the thousands."
Josen shook his head. "Cleansweep values market share most. The people in Marketing complain to our R&D department every other day.
"This Alpha is focused on value for money. When it comes to making money, we'll still have to rely on custom models."
As if afraid Vincent would not understand, he also briefly explained some of the company's operating model.
"The profit margin on individual products is lower, but it lets us stand on equal footing with companies like Nimbus and Comet that focus on the high-end market."
Vincent naturally understood that this was similar to Xiaomi's model from his previous life.
Unfortunately, once an established impression took hold, Cleansweep would become synonymous with value for money.
Breaking into the high-end market would be no less difficult than completely revolutionizing flying brooms.
The reason Little Apple had been able to coast on its past success for so many years was inseparable from the innovative image Old Joe had established for it.
If a flying broom with sufficiently outstanding performance—one that could be called a groundbreaking product—appeared, even a newly founded company could instantly become an industry giant.
No matter how expensive it was, the global Quidditch tournament held every four years would still drive people into a frenzy.
Josen, who was expressing goodwill, had no