The press conference has been held smoothly and there have been no problems.

Xu Yang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The entire process would last for about two hours, including the final question and answer session.

Now that time has almost passed, there should be no more problems.

Xu Yang turned his head and looked behind him. Hundreds of large and small media outlets around the world were broadcasting live interviews.

More than a dozen TV stations have been invited to do live broadcasts in China.

It is expected that around 100 million or 200 million people will be able to see it worldwide.

This number is already very scary.

Among the 100 million or 200 million people, even if there are only a few million customers, that is enough.

After all, this is just the first day of the press conference. In the future, funds will be invested one after another to bombard with advertisements.

The streets and alleys across the country will be bombed for several months. Xu Yang believes that as long as the financial crisis in 2008 is survived.

Mobile phones must be profitable.

"This phone seems to be very powerful. Do you really don't need to bring cash in the next few years?"

"If you don't have cash, will the bank go bankrupt?"

Shi Heling asked curiously.

Xu Yang shook his head and said, "I'll explain to you what's going on..."

He Balabala explained to Shi Heling, and after hearing this, Shi Heling understood what was going on.

"You can even think of this idea." Shi Heling exclaimed.

Xu Yang smiled, this is for sure, who made him so smart?

At this time, the sales price on the big screen came out.

When the audience saw the price, they were in an uproar.

"Domestic mobile phones, how dare you sell them for 2,000 yuan?"

"You are robbing money. Domestic goods are very garbage, and it's expensive to sell them for 500 yuan."

A large group of people started to yell, obviously the price was close to two thousand, which stimulated their sensitive nerves.

"What's wrong with domestic mobile phones? Our company supports domestic products."

A boss stood up and said, "I booked one for each employee of the company."

"Everyone wants to support domestic products with me. Domestic products are no worse than foreigners'!"

"Yes, I have booked at least 300 units for our company."

Several bosses expressed their support.

With one raising their hands, many media cameras will be aimed at them.

"What a group of old foxes, who took the opportunity to attract attention and advertised their own company."

Xu Yang cursed in his heart.

"We don't believe it in domestic production."

Some celebrities shook their heads secretly, saying that if the price is set to about 800 or 900, they might have some sales.

If you sell for two thousand yuan, you are seeking death.

With this money, I believe most people will choose Samsung Nokia or something.

Who buys your domestic mobile phone?

"I think this is still priced."

A rich young man smiled and said, "We Chinese have developed mobile phone systems that others cannot study, and they are also called smart."

"I'm sorry for the research funds if I don't sell 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, right?"

"Isn't it? We should sell it for 30,000 or 20,000 yuan, and we will definitely want it."

The other rich families followed and started to mock them.

"Damn it, I'm so angry!"

Yang Pingfan, who was sitting in the front row, stood up instantly and was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Who is not angry when you hear that your research results are so humiliated!

Several old professors were so angry that their lungs were about to explode.

"Calm down, countless reporters here are watching you, you can't hit people."

Liu Zi grabbed Yang Pingfan and told him not to be impulsive.

The scene of the press conference began to get messy.

Thousands of people began to whisper, talking about the price of this phone.

"Domestic technology is not good, I'm not optimistic."

Many businessmen in the investment industry shook their heads secretly and denied them.

Xu Yang's eyes swept across the scene, and there were sighs and voices among the ten people, nine of whom showed disappointment.

Seeing this, Xu Yang frowned. Is it so disgusting to be optimistic about domestic products?

"If you sell at this price, you can't sell one in a month."

The president of an Internet company said lightly.

"Yes, I changed a few of them, it's too expensive. Who would spend 2,000 to buy domestic products?"

"It's like someone is going to spend 200,000 yuan to buy a domestic car, whoever buys is stupid."

Everyone was talking about it and they were clamoring to change the price.

Yang Pingfan's forehead was sweating. Is this what people want?

He couldn't help looking at Xu Yang, wanting to ask for help from the other party, whether to change the price.

Xu Yang frowned and pondered, the price must not be changed.

If the price is changed on the spot, it will probably be laughed at to death.

Especially now there are many TV stations broadcasting live, and he doesn't want to make this joke.

"Don't change."

Xu Yang shook his head and gave Yang Pingfan a look.

Yang Pingfan understood.

Then, he gave Lao Ma a look and asked the other party to say a few words.

Lao Ma went up immediately.

"Everyone, listen to me..."

As soon as Lao Ma stepped up, the scene immediately became quiet.

"Although this mobile phone is made in China, we have also seen the system, and it represents our future."

Lao Ma began to fool him with his eloquence. He talked for seven or eight minutes, and people kept applauding.

No one mentioned the price change again.

Xu Yang also had to admire the other party's eloquence. He was so bragging that he was not interested in money.

After fooling around for about twenty minutes, Lao Ma finished speaking.

The VIPs in the audience continued to speak.

Xu Yang looked down at his watch and two hours had passed.

This press conference has ended successfully. If it continues, there may be some mistakes.

Then, Xu Yang gave Yang Pingfan a look and asked the other party to finish it.

Yang Pingfan picked up the walkie-talkie and said a few words to the person in charge on the scene, asking the reporters to stop shooting.

After the reporters turned off the camera, Xu Yang got up and walked directly towards Wu Zihui.

Wu Zihui held the red wine and looked at Xu Yang who was walking towards him with a smile.

"You boy..."

Wu Zihui just said something, and suddenly, Xu Yang punched him in the face.

This punch hit Wu Zihui on the ground.

"Damn it, you talk too much, what did you compare to just now? I'm so angry!"

The anger in Xu Yang's body erupted like a volcano, and he wanted to kick Wu Zihui to death with his leather shoes.

hiss.
To be continued...