This email was sent out in a mass distribution, and it's unclear how Gastar Electronic Entertainnt got hold of the email addresses of the upper managent, and then they collectively sent out the emails.
But fortunately, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt used mass sending instead of individual emails.
Generally, mass-sent emails are automatically marked as spam and categorized into an area that's hard to notice.
The upper managent probably hasn't noticed yet.
Because if they did, those higher-ups would probably co asking questions imdiately.
But it's not a big deal; at most, he'll explain the situation, as it's really not worth offending those few large companies for the sake of such a small company.
But receiving these sales data emails every day is really disgusting.
They're clearly trying to make you uncomfortable with this approach.
Should he contact Gastar Electronic Entertainnt first?
David thought seriously.
But soon he decided not to do so.
Why should he proactively contact such a small company?
It's just a small company from Japan, do they think they're Suley Electronics? Or so large automotive group?
Forget about those automotive groups; when Japan was threatening, these companies were all begging like grandsons, kneeling to the United States. What's a small gaming company like you?
David didn't bother anymore. As long as Gastar Electronic Entertainnt continued to send mass emails, the upper managent probably wouldn't pay attention, and he could continue to relax.
Moreover, these were just the sales data for the first week of the gas.
According to the related reports he had vaguely seen before, the entire electronic ga market in the US only had a few hundred thousand users. This ti, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt probably covered them all.
Their sales data next week would probably plumt.
Unless sothing unexpected happened.
But what kind of unexpected event could happen with just electronic gas?
Wait a minute, there might actually be a possibility of an unexpected event. He rembered that a certain company's product wasn't selling well, but then suddenly the son of the US president took a liking to that product, instantly making it the darling of all the children in the US.
A product endorsed by the president's son carries considerable weight.
But... a ga console from a Japanese company probably wouldn't receive such treatnt.
It hasn't been long since the Japan threat theory, so the US president probably wouldn't praise Japanese products at this ti.
Maybe he's thinking too much. Ah well, after work today, I'll go play so golf and relax.
David started to feel content thinking about what he would do after work.
anwhile, in front of a display window of a small departnt store, there suddenly appeared a strangely shaped object.
This object looked like a toy gun.
In the US, toy guns shaped like real guns were also very popular products.
The possession of firearms was not prohibited in the entire US, and according to incomplete statistics, the current firearm ownership rate in the US was about forty percent.
Naturally, children would admire and be interested in firearms.
One of the most popular toys for boys in stores was toy guns.
However, the toy displayed in the window looked very peculiar.
The cover of the entire packaging box featured a very belligerent-looking dog and a duck flying in the sky.
The top few English words on the packaging box read: "Light Gun, providing you with the most realistic and safest shooting experience."
Age limit: 3
"Dad, Dad, co look at this."
A boy of about six or seven years old was being led by an adult to browse in the supermarket.
Children's eyes often tended to focus on toys, and this newly designed toy gun imdiately caught their attention.
"Isn't this just a toy gun? What's the big deal? Haven't we bought you several at ho?"
The father saw the toy and was sowhat dismissive.
"But Dad, it says here it provides the most realistic and safest experience."
"Tsk." This father was a bit disdainful.
If you're talking about realism, what can compare to a real gun?
But that thing couldn't be given to the child to play with. However, claiming to be the most realistic and safest, and even limiting it to three-year-olds, this was sowhat miraculous.
Usually, no matter what kind of toy gun, even if it looks harmless, it would be directly restricted to children over ten years old unless it can't shoot bullets. The US governnt wouldn't be foolish enough to let very young children run around with a toy gun that can shoot. The age restrictions were strict.
You want it to be realistic and safe, these two things can't be combined.
So this father imdiately felt that it was probably so kind of exaggeration.
He began to patiently educate his child based on his own experience as an old father: "Son, this thing is lying to you. In reality, it's probably very boring. Look at this design, it's not realistic at all. And 'Light Gun', I bet it shoots infrared beams from the muzzle, then there's probably a sound device that makes shooting noises. It must be very boring."
This father was both educating and noticing the price tag on the thing.
$199, and it says you also need to purchase an SFC ga console to play together.
A few hundred dollars for sothing like this wasn't unaffordable, but they also didn't want to be taken for a ride.
Usually, a toy gun like this would cost a few tens or hundreds of dollars, $199, are you robbing us? And you still need to buy so ga console to go with it.
"But Dad... this looks really fun, should we... ask about it?"
The child persisted, his child's intuition telling him that this must be a very interesting thing.
This father was a bit speechless, and at the sa ti, he cursed these unscrupulous rchants in his heart. They just loved to describe their products with all kinds of exaggerations, and they've cost him quite a bit of money.
Well, forget it, as long as the child likes it.
This father was also helpless, so he took his child into the store.
The child imdiately beca ecstatic.
Toy stores were his favorite place, even if they didn't buy anything, just looking around here was very interesting.
His eyes widened, as if wanting to take in all the toys within his field of vision.
"Hello, sir, is there anything you need to buy?"
Seeing soone enter the toy store, the clerk imdiately ca up and asked very enthusiastically.
"The light gun you have at the door, I want to ask what exactly it is?"
When the clerk heard the father's words, he imdiately showed an even more friendly smile: "Sir, you have a good eye. This is the latest technology product we just introduced. Believe , you won't regret buying it. Here's the deal, we have a demonstration area, let us show you on-site. If you're still not interested after that, you can make a decision right then and there."
"Okay." This father was very happy. He decided to scrutinize it later. Just a toy gun, if you dare to sell it for $199, you're just trying to fleece us. Of course, if it's cheaper and can make the child happy, there's no problem.
The father was patient, but he also noticed the age limit on the packaging.
Age limit: 3
The clerk led the father and child to the demonstration area. There, they saw a setup with the light gun and a screen.
"This light gun is equipped with cutting-edge technology," the clerk explained. "It uses infrared sensors to detect movents and simulate realistic shooting experiences. It's completely safe, suitable for children as young as three years old."
The father was intrigued and watched as the clerk demonstrated how to use the light gun. The child's eyes lit up with excitent as he watched the screen and saw the gun's effects.
"Wow, Dad, this is amazing!" the child exclaid.
The father was impressed too. Despite his initial skepticism, he could see the appeal of the light gun. Maybe it was worth the price after all.
After the demonstration, the father decided to purchase the light gun for his son. The clerk happily processed the transaction, and the father left the store with a satisfied smile.
As they walked ho, the child couldn't stop talking about the light gun. The father listened with amusent, glad to see his son so excited.
Back at ho, the child eagerly unpacked the light gun and started playing with it. The father watched proudly as his son enjoyed his new toy.
anwhile, in another part of town, a group of teenagers gathered at a local arcade. They were excited to try out the latest video gas and compete with each other for high scores.
Among them was a boy nad Mark, known for his exceptional gaming skills. He confidently stepped up to the arcade machine and selected his favorite ga, Street Fighter.
As the ga started, Mark focused intently, his fingers moving swiftly across the controls. His opponents stood no chance against his lightning-fast reflexes and strategic moves.
Soon, a crowd had gathered around the machine, marveling at Mark's impressive skills. He defeated challenger after challenger, earning respect and admiration from his peers.
But Mark's greatest challenge was yet to co. As he reached the final level of the ga, a formidable opponent appeared on the screen: the final boss, Bison.
Undeterred, Mark faced Bison head-on, unleashing a flurry of attacks with precision and skill. The battle was intense, with both players giving it their all.
In the end, Mark erged victorious, defeating Bison and completing the ga. The crowd erupted into cheers, congratulating him on his incredible achievent.
As Mark basked in the glory of his victory, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. He had proven himself as the ultimate Street Fighter champion, and nothing could stop him now.
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