"Hmph, they're just a bunch of immature, pampered, and rich kids. They don't know anything other than gaming. How would they know anything about mobile phones?" Kristof complained again.
In fact, Kristof was right. Kids who could afford mobile phones at the age of 18 or 19 must have come from rich families.
At the same time, this made Kristof realize a very important thing.
Although Kristoff himself didn't like games very much, he felt that they were a waste of time and effort. But in the United States, games were the favorite of the new generation of teenagers. Almost all of them grew up in a gaming environment, and games were indispensable to their lives.
Such a group of teenagers would grow up sooner or later. They might not be able to afford mobile phones at the age of 18 or 19, but when they grew up to 28 or 29 years old, they would have jobs and a stable income. When they could afford mobile phones, would they choose a mobile phone with games or a mobile phone without games?
This suddenly made Kristof feel a huge sense of insecurity.
"Forget it. For the market, I can only reluctantly add gaming functions. But Motorola has never made games before. How can I add games to the mobile phone?"
"By the way, I heard that Nintendo and Daqian have completely fallen out. Maybe I can make use of this!"
"Sir, five minutes are up. If you are not interested in our mobile phone, you can come back later!" The Daqian salesperson woke Kristof up from his thoughts.
Although the salesperson said this with a smile on her face, a strong sense of disdain made Kristof extremely angry. This stupid woman actually thinks that I can't afford a mobile phone!
"Do you have the global version of Daqian 2 here?" Kristof asked coldly as he tidied up his casual clothes.
"Yes, we do, but it will cost an additional $1,000. It costs $2,199 to buy one. We only have one here, and it's currently in the warehouse. If you're sure you want it … "The salesman looked at Christofer suspiciously. Does this guy in a casual shirt really have the money to buy a GSM mobile phone that costs $2,000 each?
"I can swipe my card first!" Kristof slammed a white credit card with a gold edge on the counter. It was a platinum credit card from Citibank. When the salesman saw the credit card, his eyes widened. He immediately changed his indifferent attitude and said with a flattering smile, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll get your mobile phone immediately."
After saying that, the other party ran off to retrieve his phone. Kristoff snorted coldly and waited at the side.
Of course, Kristof didn't buy the global version of the mobile phone to show off. He really needed it. Kristof didn't believe what the Daqian said at the press conference, that the global mobile phone could adapt to both GSM and CDMA signal formats.
Motorola's communication technology department wouldn't be able to solve this problem in at least three years. The Daqian could solve the problem of putting two communication formats in one band. How could it be possible that the Daqian could even mass produce it?
But only five minutes later, the other party took the mobile phone. Unlike all the Daqian 2s that were sold before, the global version of Daqian 2 was packaged in a more low-key black box. It was a step ahead in terms of pretentiousness.
At the same time, Kristof's face darkened. In the five minutes he waited, he saw three Daqian 2s being sold with his own eyes.
He waited here for less than ten minutes, and nine mobile phones had been sold at the counter.
According to this speed, 54 mobile phones could be sold in an hour, and 400 mobile phones could be sold in eight hours a day.
This wasn't a big city like New York, but the headquarters of Motorola, Schaumburg City in Illinois.
Illinois wasn't one of the top states in the United States, and Schaumburg City was at most a third-tier city in Illinois, with a population of less than 200,000.
In such a city, a single counter in a shopping mall could sell 400 mobile phones in a day. There were at least 10 shopping malls of the same scale in Schaumburg. Based on this data, Schaumburg City could sell 4000 mobile phones in a day. There were at least 200 cities of the same scale in Schaumburg City in the US. That meant that at least 800,000 mobile phones could be sold in a day!!!
Well, of course, this was impossible, because this was the first day of the Daqian 2s' sale, and it was also the first hour of its sale. Of course, there would be an endless stream of people coming to buy mobile phones.
This trend would probably only last for one or two days, and then it would return to normal. Therefore, it was impossible to sell 800,000 mobile phones a day.
However, Kristof couldn't help but feel worried. If they couldn't sell 800,000 mobile phones a day, then it shouldn't be a problem to sell 800,000 mobile phones a month. Last year, Motorola's total sales were only three million mobile phones. This revealed a huge crisis!
Therefore, when the salesperson came over with the global version of the mobile phone, Kristof was ready to leave on the spot and go back to the company to deal with the situation.
At this time, a businessman in a suit walked over and asked directly, "Excuse me, can your global version of Daqian 2s be used all over the world?"
"Yes, except for a few countries, most countries in the world use GSM and CDMA mobile phones. Our global version of Daqian 2s can be used!"
"Well, quickly give me one. I'm flying to Hua Xia this morning, and I'm running out of time!" The salesperson said anxiously.
"This … I'm very sorry, the only one we have in stock has been sold to the gentleman just now. Why don't you go to the other counters and take a look?" The salesperson said with a bitter smile.
"That's too slow!" The salesperson suddenly caught up with Kristof and said, "Sir, can you let me have this mobile phone? I really need it urgently. I can give you an extra 100 dollars! "
"I'm not selling it!" Kristof said dryly, and then walked out without looking back.
"Sorry, my flight is only two hours away. I need a mobile phone like this, otherwise I can't work. Please!" The salesperson rushed directly in front of Kristof and was about to beg him.
However, when he saw Kristof's face, he froze.
"Mr … Mr … President …" The unlucky kid was completely dumbfounded.
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