With the prototype of their electric bicycle complete, Chance and Daniel stood back and admired their creation. "We need a name for it," Chance said thoughtfully. "Something that stands out, something memorable."
Daniel nodded. "How about 'Aima'? It sounds strong and reliable. Perfect for our bike."
"Aima Electric Bikes it is," Chance agreed with a smile. "This is the first of its kind. It can solve the transportation needs of ordinary people and provide a faster, more convenient way to get around."
Their excitement was palpable, but they knew the real challenge lay ahead: how to sell their invention to the public. They decided to start by setting up a stall on a busy street, hoping to catch the interest of passersby.
For three days, they stood by their stall, demonstrating the electric bicycle to anyone who would listen. But despite their efforts, no one seemed interested. People glanced at the bike curiously but walked on, uninterested in hearing more about this new technology.
"This isn't working," Daniel said, frustration evident in his voice. "We need a different approach."
Chance nodded, deep in thought. "We need to show people how amazing this bike is. We need to make it desirable, something that stands out."
After some brainstorming, Chance came up with a new plan. They would hire attractive male and female models to ride the electric bikes around the busiest streets, showcasing their sleek design and ease of use. They hoped this would draw attention and create buzz.
Using part of his winnings, Chance hired the best models they could find. The next day, the models rode the Aima electric bikes up and down the main street, their confident smiles and stylish appearances drawing the eyes of everyone around.
It worked like a charm. Within minutes, a crowd began to gather, intrigued by the sight of the stylish models effortlessly gliding along on the electric bikes. People stopped to watch, asking questions and expressing their amazement at the bikes' performance.
Daniel and Chance seized the opportunity to engage with the crowd, explaining the features and benefits of the Aima electric bike. They handed out brochures and answered questions, the excitement in the air palpable.
Seeing the positive reaction, Chance quickly devised a marketing strategy to capitalize on the newfound interest. "We need a promotion to encourage people to buy and spread the word," he said.
They came up with a simple yet effective plan: a product voucher system. For every five bikes purchased, the customer would receive one for free. Additionally, anyone who referred a friend who then bought a bike would receive a voucher. Once they accumulated five vouchers, they could claim a free bike.
The response was immediate and overwhelming. People loved the idea of earning a free bike through referrals, and the promotion spread like wildfire. Soon, the Aima electric bikes became the talk of the town, with everyone wanting to get their hands on one.
"Chance, you're not just a physics genius," Daniel said, grinning. "You're a marketing genius too."
Chance smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "It's all about understanding what people want and showing them how our product can make their lives better."
As sales soared, Chance couldn't help but feel that they were on the brink of something huge. The Aima electric bike was more than just a means of transportation; it was a symbol of innovation and possibility.
However, with success came unforeseen challenges. One evening, as Chance and Daniel were celebrating their initial triumph in the workshop, a loud crash startled them. They rushed outside to find chaos.
Lisa's brutish lover, Tony, had found out about their success and decided to cause trouble. With a gang of thugs, he was smashing the bikes, overturning tables, and scattering their promotional materials.
"This is what you get for thinking you can just walk away!" Tony shouted, a malicious grin on his face as he swung a metal pipe at another bike.
Chance's heart sank as he watched the destruction unfold. All their hard work was being undone right before their eyes. He wanted to confront Tony, but he knew it would only escalate the situation.
"We need to call the police," Daniel said urgently, pulling out his phone.
As the sound of sirens approached, Tony and his thugs scattered, leaving behind a scene of wreckage. Chance and Daniel stood amidst the ruins, the earlier elation now replaced with a grim resolve.