Qiu Liu watched the livestream chat drift further and further off track. Her pretty face flushed as she stopped them from discussing the topic any further.
Damn, discussing Japanese porn in front of a girl who'd never been with a man—didn't they find that fucking awkward?
Up onstage, Ding Miao naturally had no idea that someone had already dreamed up an alternative use for the Phantom Vision Company's products. He continued with the launch event.
Earlier, Ding Miao had only announced the price of the smallest, 42-inch TV before that troublemaker interrupted him.
Now, the Phantom Vision Company had spectacularly crushed his doubts with black technology so advanced it practically gleamed, and the man had vanished in shame. Of course, he hadn't left; he had merely hidden in the crowd.
"Now, let me announce the price of our second model, the 55-inch TV. This one costs a little more than the 42-inch model, at 48,888 yuan per unit."
The audience felt reassured when they heard the first half. A slightly higher price was perfectly normal, considering how much larger the screen was.
But when Ding Miao announced the price, everyone felt utterly screwed.
Damn, you call 48,888 yuan a little more expensive? Why not just ask for the moon?
For another thousand yuan, they could buy five 42-inch TVs.
Wasn't that price gap a little too big?
This time, however, Ding Miao ignored their doubts and continued, "As for this 60-inch Phantom Vision TV, its price is 99,999 yuan."
An even greater uproar erupted below the stage!
Why not just call it a hundred thousand? One yuan hardly counts as a discount!
"You may have some reservations about our pricing strategy, but this is a decision we reached after careful consideration. The 42-inch TV is intended for ordinary consumers. Its