My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 700 - 436: The Talking Car_3

Chapter 700: Chapter 436: The Talking Car_3

Compared to before, it had nearly halved.

The difference in subsidies for each car, nearly twenty to thirty thousand, meant that unless Mr. Bao was willing to sell at a loss, he would have to significantly increase the price.

But increasing the price of a microcar that sold for about 50,000 by twenty or thirty thousand would practically be akin to removing it from the market.

Even if you have the "automatic parking" gimmick, it would still be cold!

"Sigh~ I thought our competitor could have a miraculous comeback, but it seems I thought too much."

Xiao Peng seemed to be relieved.

"Yes, technology is the real bottleneck!

To think they already had to sell cars at a loss without subsidies, and instead of cutting costs, they desperately piled on features to enhance intelligence. It’s simply illogical!"

"Hehe! Maybe they are thinking about breaking into the high-end market with a microcar?"

"High-end? Does he really plan to price it into the 200,000 range?"

"Hehe... now, I’m a bit curious about their pricing strategy."

"My guess is probably around 120k."

"Hmm... I’m more optimistic than you, probably around 100k."

"Hehe! Then I’ll split the difference and guess 110k."

The three spoke in a relaxed tone, even going so far as to make bets.

The downfall of Idol Company, fellow electric car entrepreneurs like them would inevitably feel mixed emotions.

However, if Idol survived, they would be potential competitors.

Relatively speaking, they naturally did not hope for a strong new contender to further complicate the already competitive domestic market.

After all, the operations for the new car had truly scared them considerably.

"Mr. Bao, stop keeping us in suspense, just tell us how much you’ve priced this car!"

Journalists urged from below.

"Right, I’m considering buying one for the Assassin in my house if it’s not too expensive, it has the automatic parking feature, right?"

"Haha! Mr. Bao, reveal the mystery now, let this guy give up hope!"

Laughter erupted among the crowd.

Mr. Bao, upon hearing this, didn’t reveal the mystery right away but, with a smile, looked at the journalist who just mentioned buying the car for his wife, and then spread his hands.

"I also don’t know the pricing of this car. How about this gentleman come up and ask the car himself?"

"What?" A wave of astonishment spread through the crowd.

For a boss to not know his own new car’s price surely must be a joke, but...

Coming up to ask the car?

What does that mean?

The journalist, a socially experienced man, wasn’t timid and quickly took the microphone from the staff and stepped onto the stage.

"Mr. Bao, that... how should I ask?"

"Hehe! Step one, open the car door."

"Hahaha..."

The crowd was directly amused by Mr. Bao’s remark.

The journalist scratched his head and, guided by Mr. Bao pointing hand, curiously opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat.

Staff members immediately carried the camera forward, the big screen camera focusing directly on the interior of the car.

To be fair, the new car designed by Idol, despite its flaws, was truly ambitious in terms of display and intelligence.

Hardware-wise, it was at the forefront of electric cars.

Two nine-inch screens in a microcar absolutely showed full sincerity.

The journalist looked around the interior, liking what he saw, and tried to speak in the tone Mr. Bao had used.

"Bajie?"

The main screen lit up with an audio wave.

["Hello, how may I assist you?"]

This operation... wasn’t much different from a smart speaker on the market!

Thinking he had figured out the pattern of questioning, the journalist immediately tossed out a question.

"How much do you sell for?"

"Hahaha!" The crowd burst into laughter again.

The journalist, thinking he was clever, didn’t expect another sound wave to come.

["If the company were to sell me, I would hope they sell me by the pound."]

"Err..."

"Hahaha!"

The laughter in the venue grew even louder.

This voice assistant could even catch on to jokes... pretty interesting...

The journalist inside the car also got excited, not willing to be upstaged, he said.

"Stop messing around, I want to know how much I would have to spend to buy a car like yours?But mind you, my wife handles the finances and I only have 30k, so I hope you can offer me a discount, 70 to 80 percent off would be nice, more than 50% would be terrific."

Quite a few people laughed.

They could tell the journalist was clearly challenging this voice assistant.

In the era of "artificial dumbness," if your sentence was a bit too long, your speaking speed too fast, or your logic a bit complex, the response would almost always be "sorry."

The crowd was waiting to see Mr. Bao embarrassed.

However...

["Welcome to buy our company’s product. This car is the Idol Company 2018 model ’Holy Bean’ top configuration, the base price is 69.8k.

Our company operates on slim margins, so discounts of 70 to 80 percent and 50 to 60 percent are not currently within our promotional plans.

Considering your current financial situation, we offer the following solutions.

One, installments.

Our company offers customers a maximum of zero down payment, with a financing term of up to five years.

Two, find another love.

Consider the lower model version, ’Bean Bull’.

Three, a permanent solution

Let me meet your esteemed lady.

Trust me, once she sees me, she will quickly fall in love with me.

The problem with money will be solved then!"]

"Err..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They clearly hadn’t expected this "Bajie" to respond in such a way.

The journalist in the car was also dumbfounded.

God, a permanent solution? Why do I feel like you’re aiming to cuckold me?

But then again, the logic seemed flawless?

Fuck!

Has this car just become sentient?