The Road to Slaying God

Two hours have passed. During these two hours, three pieces of clothing were sold in Noble City, with a total value of only more than 50,000 yuan. Moreover, the three customers all had female surnames.

There are still more than two hours until get off work!

Zhang Yang was still waiting patiently. In fact, when he saw the three customers, he had a hunch that the deal might be concluded, because the three people seemed to be familiar with the Noble City, which meant that the three were old people in the Noble City. Customers, because of this, Zhang Yang gave up on these three people.

If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!

This is what Zhang Yang is pursuing now. Even if he doesn't open today, he will still wait for this opportunity.

Haha, while I was thinking wildly, the target appeared!

Zhang Yang was overjoyed and secretly controlled his excitement.

A man in his fifties, slightly fat, bald, and with a somewhat melancholy expression walked in. He seemed a little distracted. When he walked in, he looked up at the decoration inside the Noble City and was stunned for a moment. However, he immediately , that trace of expression was concealed, he did not exit, but started shopping in the store. Liu An's raised brows seemed to jump when she saw this man coming in, and she immediately received him personally. Unfortunately, the fat man just nodded. , almost unwilling to say a word.

"Sister Liu, let me entertain this gentleman!" Zhang Yang walked over calmly and nodded very politely. At this moment, Zhang Yang seemed to have regained his aristocratic temperament, and Liu An was a little He nodded in a daze and left. Zhang Yang's current temperament was too lethal.

"Sir, I want to talk to you." Zhang Yang looked down at the fat man with a harmless expression on his face.

"Haha, why should I talk to you?" Fatty was obviously a very determined person. He was stunned for a moment and then smiled.

"Because you need me!" Zhang Yang nodded affirmatively.

"Haha, I just want to buy some clothes. Just take a look for yourself." The fat man was unmoved and turned his attention to the clothes again.

"Sir, yes, my ultimate goal is to facilitate our transaction, but I know that your husband is in some trouble, so I not only want to sell our clothes, but more importantly, I want to solve his troubles." ." Zhang Yang threw out the bait.

"Really?" The fat man was stunned.

"Sir, we have a VIP room here. I want to help you solve your troubles before you consider buying clothes." Zhang Yang bowed slightly and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

"Haha, I want to see how you can help me solve my troubles." The fat man laughed, and he actually had a domineering attitude that no one dared to look down upon.

Watching Zhang Yang bring the customer to the VIP room, Liu An and several employees couldn't help but look at each other. From their point of view, Zhang Yang had already half succeeded. At least, he brought a customer who didn't really want to spend money to the VIP room. This has taken the most critical first step.

The first thing an excellent marketer has to do is to convince customers to listen to him. If this step cannot be completed, then any clever marketing method will be in vain, because if you can't take the first step, how can you take the second step? Second step?

"Please sit down!"

Zhang Yang motioned to the fat man to sit down. This was a small VIP room of more than 30 square meters. It was more like a super large dressing room than a VIP room. The decoration of this small room did not pursue luxury, but focused on a kind of decoration. Detailed and tasteful, everything is full of sentiment. On one side of the wall, there is a huge mirror. With this mirror, this small room does not seem so narrow and depressing.

"Sir, don't talk about your troubles first. I want you to look at your own image first!" Zhang Yang pointed to the mirror.

"Well, so what?" The fat man adjusted his clothes subconsciously.

"My surname is Zhang, just call me Xiao Zhang." Zhang Yang did not answer the fat man's words, but walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water for the fat man.

"Haha, just call me Mr. Mao."

"Okay, Mr. Mao, when I first saw you, I saw that you seemed to have a lot of thoughts on your mind. You should have seen it in the mirror just now. Your thoughts were on your face, um... Mr. Mao, please don't interrupt me. I'm wondering if you are right. Mr. Mao seemed to be a little distracted when walking on the pedestrian street. According to common sense, a successful person like Mr. Mao would never wander alone on the pedestrian street. .”

"Why?" Mr. Mao couldn't help but smile as he took a sip of tea.

"Judging from Mr. Mao's demeanor, although Mr. Mao is not the kind of rich and powerful person, he can be regarded as a little successful. Otherwise, he would not have that kind of expression and eyes when he entered our store. Generally, when he enters our store People have three kinds of expressions. One is resentment, thinking that the price of clothes in this store is simply killing pigs. The second is contempt, thinking that the goods sold in this store are fakes. Of course, the third one must be customers who are familiar with our store, or in other words They are customers who are familiar with some of our brands, and they are the real consumers..."

"Judging from Mr. Mao's performance, Mr. Mao is not one of the three types of people. Mr. Mao should be the fourth type."

"Talk about it."

"Mr. Mao is the kind of person who has some vision, has seen the world, has a certain financial foundation, but is not good at being slovenly. Clothing is dispensable for Mr. Mao, but the price will definitely not scare him away. The main reason is that Mr. Mao just thinks it’s not worth spending so much money. You use your money values ​​to measure the products in our store..."

"Well, haha, the young man is very good at it, keep talking." The fat man said with interest.

"Thank you Mr. Mao for the compliment. At this point, I should talk about Mr. Mao's troubles. I think Mr. Mao doesn't actually want to buy any clothes. It's just a subconscious behavior that he thinks he needs a set of clothes. In fact, Mr. Mao himself didn’t know whether he would buy it. From this, I speculated that Mr. Mao must be participating in a very important event or meeting a very important person, so he had this idea. Moreover, this activity or this person requires you to treat it very carefully!" Zhang Yang talked eloquently.

"Well, continue!" The fat man opened his mouth and nodded.

"If you are attending an event, then, needless to say, I can provide you with first-class services immediately and guarantee that your image will be changed immediately. However, I further speculate that if you are just attending an event, according to Mr. Mao It should be impossible for someone with a somewhat old-fashioned and frugal personality to deliberately buy a set of clothes to cope with this, because Mr. Mao’s consumption concept has been deeply ingrained and no one can change Mr. Mao’s mind.”

"Old-fashioned... Haha! Keep going..." The fat man smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Mao, from your wry smile just now, I am more and more sure that you want to meet a very important person, and this person is probably a very particular person, and you want something from him. In fact, you come to the pedestrian street to buy clothes. But secondly, you mainly want to buy a suitable gift for the other person. This is a very difficult thing, because, as I said at the beginning, Mr. Mao is a person with an old-fashioned character. Since he is a person with an old-fashioned character and a successful person, , mostly doing entities, such as running businesses, etc. I am sure that Mr. Mao rarely asked for help in his life, and he created his career step by step."

"Yes, young man, you guessed it right. I want to meet a very important person, and this person's decision will affect the future development of our company. The other person is a very prestigious and sophisticated person. This is exactly what I want to see." That's what worries me. With our friendship, if I give you any expensive gift rashly, it may backfire. Hey..." The fat man frowned. At this time, the fat man no longer had the slightest suspicion of Zhang Yang.

"Well, this is a trouble. Haha, Mr. Mao, if the other party is a particular person, then he really has to buy a few sets of clothes. Look at you now, you are a bit too much..." Zhang Yang looked at the clothes on the fat man and hehe smiled.

"Haha, young man, you don't need to sell me. I will buy it later. Although I am not a billionaire, I can still afford to buy the clothes in your store. Now you can think of a way to help me solve this trouble. "The fat man laughed.

"Well, since I invited Mr. Mao to the VIP room, I naturally have to think of a way for Mr. Mao. I wonder if the person you want to meet has any hobbies?"

"Yes, a lot. I like to grow flowers and grass, and I also like to walk birds. I also seem to like calligraphy and painting. I also thought about buying some rare birds or works by famous people, but unfortunately I ran out of time."

"Oh... this is a bit troublesome. Apart from bribing, it's difficult to find something he likes right away. After all, there must be some research on what he likes. If you try to fool a sparrow, he will probably kick him out..."

"Haha...yes, yes...bribery is naturally not allowed. I, Lao Mao, have been in business all my life and have never paid a bribe. Besides, it is said that the other party is fairly honest, and we are not very close to each other. If I bribe , it’s easy to mess things up.”

"Well...let me think about it..."

Zhang Yang frowned slightly, and began to frantically calculate various possible surnames in his head. Obviously, the other party was a somewhat aloof, well-educated, and high-ranking person. This kind of person was the hardest to deal with, because , there is no other way except to do what he likes.

Sending money and gifts wouldn't work. If it had worked, the fat man wouldn't be wandering alone on the pedestrian street.

"Mr. Mao, there is an idea. When will we go see him?"

"Tonight." The fat man looked at Zhang Yang eagerly.

"Well, let's do it this way. You go and buy a calligraphy work right now. Well, it's just an ordinary work. The price should be controlled within a few hundred yuan. Don't make a bribery case. Then just buy some fruits and the like. When you come to the door, let him appreciate the calligraphy and painting you brought. Don't mention your things. Remember, don't mention it! When you leave, ask him for a painting and calligraphy work, and Ask him to write it temporarily, sign it, stamp it with his personal seal, and be careful when taking it away."

"that's all?"

"Well, that's it. Don't worry, Mr. Mao. If you do as I ask, your matter is 80% sure to be successful. Of course, the prerequisite is that the information you provide is correct, and the information you provide is correct." A reasonable request!" Zhang Yang's expression was full of confidence.

"My request must be reasonable. Don't worry about it. But, is it that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple. In addition, try to speak as little as possible, listen to what he has to say, and remember, this is very important, related to your success or failure!"

"Haha, okay, I will believe you for once. Whether it succeeds or not is up to fate. Haha, choose a few sets of clothes for me. I will treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor. Haha, just pay the tuition."

…

When Liu An saw Zhang Yang and the fat man coming out, he couldn't help but wipe his eyes with an incredible expression on his face. He didn't say anything just now, and looked like he was repelling people thousands of miles away. The fat man had been friends with Zhang Yang for many years. Old friends, the two of them whispered something from time to time, and the fat man almost didn't choose clothes at all. He completely obeyed Zhang Yang's words and picked up whatever clothes Zhang Yang handed him.

Not only Liu An, but also all the employees in Noble City looked surprised.

Isn't this amazing?

Of course, Zhang Yang, a student who is about to graduate from the art department, still chose a suit that fits the fat man very well.

"Mr. Mao, your age is actually not very suitable for wearing this off-white suit. However, the person you meet is the kind of person who is very particular and likes to be clean. So, it is very suitable for you to choose this color that looks clean and eye-catching." , use a light-colored tie, this combination gives people a sense of intimacy, well, this suit has a casual style, which makes people not so serious... Of course... because it is not a formal occasion, it is best not to wear a suit. The effect will be better if paired with a pair of gray pants..."

"Oh, this belt is nice, very subtle, and suits you...'

"Brown leather shoes are better. They are rich and generous. The combination of black and off-white is too dazzling. Oh...the socks must be white. Note that in the future, you must wear white or gray socks when wearing this outfit, and black suits. When the time comes, try to wear black socks..."

"Mr. Mao, go to the VIP room and try the effect!"

"OK, all right."

"Wait..." Zhang Yang ran to the bar and asked the bar lady for a pair of scissors. Then he ran to the fat man and whispered in his ear: "Remember, wash your hands first and cut off your nails by the way..."

"Hmm..." The fat man glanced at his hands, and his face suddenly turned red, "I just came out of the workshop..."

"Hehe, I know, Mr. Mao is the kind of person who likes to do things himself. Go ahead and see the effect. If it doesn't work, we'll see again."

…

"Liu An Liu An, do the math, how much did you spend in total just now?"

When the fat man entered the VIP room and closed the door, Zhang Yang suddenly looked excited and shouted.

"I said arrogant, but I haven't decided to buy it yet." Liu An saw Zhang Yang's eager expression and felt a little depressed.

"Hey, let's do the math first. Let me see how much commission I can get..."

"..." Liu An was speechless.

Soon, a piece of data appeared on the bar.

"Xiao Zhang, 170,000 yuan!"

The little girl at the cashier's voice at the bar also had a sweet voice, which made Zhang Yang feel itchy. This time she really fell into the trap of a beauty!

One hundred and seventy thousand, one hundred and seventy thousand, based on a commission of at least five percent, there is... Oh my god, there are eight thousand five hundred yuan!

"Hey, eight thousand five thousand, eight thousand five..." Zhang Yang's eyes were filled with golden light. If he took the eight thousand five, he decided to open a five-star hotel with Liu Biao tonight and call out two legends. The young lady... No, let's open a hotel for twenty yuan a night!

Seeing Zhang Yang's cheerful and lewd expression, all the girls in the Noble City had disgusted faces. They all couldn't understand Zhang Yang. For a moment, he was like an elegant Prince Charming, and his every move was full of strangeness. The charm makes people intoxicated, but the next moment he has a disgusting philistine look on his face, which makes people vomit blood.

The fat man is out!

Looking at the fat man walking out, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, ***, why did this man change so much just by changing his clothes?

Zhang Yang naturally didn't expect that others would feel the same way after he changed his clothes.

"How is it?" The fat man was not afraid because he was wearing a set of expensive clothes. He showed Zhang Yang openly. Obviously, the fat man's demeanor was honed over a long period of time and was essentially different from Zhang Yang.

"Brother, you should have been more particular a long time ago." Zhang Yang sighed, and his speech changed from Mr. Mao to brother. Unknowingly, the distance between the two became much closer.

"Haha, it's not that I don't want to be particular, it's just that I don't have time. I have to travel all over the world all day long, and I have to go to the workshop when I come back. How do you want me to wear this kind of clothes?"

"Well, that's true, but, brother! He who works hard does not work hard. You have to change your ways in the future. Xiang Yu and Liu Bang, you know, right? Liu Bang won the world by making good use of people. Xiang Yu can only kill himself in Wujiang River for his unparalleled courage. If you want everything Doing it yourself will seriously affect the development of the company. You have to understand that you are always just a person, not a god. How many of the CEOs of multinational companies in the world have you seen personally go to the workshop? Even if they are, they are only for the media. Just show off..."

"..." The fat man had a dull look on his face. He was half-paid before he realized what he was doing. He sighed and said sadly, "What you said makes sense, little brother. It seems that I need to change myself..."

"Yeah, brother, I'm just saying casually. Don't take it seriously. Don't take the clothes you took off. Just wear this one. It's getting late. You can find some works and buy some fruit. Come early, it’s not good if it’s too late.”

"That's that." The fat man walked to the bar and took out a gold card from his wallet and handed it to the cashier.

"That... cashier sister, don't forget to give discounts. Just give as much as you can. It would be best if you can get a VIP card. I believe I will come again in the future."

"Oh..." The girl at the cashier heard Zhang Yang calling her sister, her ears turned red and she whispered softly.

…

Just when Fatty paid the bill and was about to leave, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something very important.

"Brother, wait a moment."

"Little brother, is there anything else you can do?"

"I almost forgot an important thing, and this matter is related to success or failure." Zhang Yang said seriously.

"What's going on?" The fat man suddenly became nervous.

"You can't buy works in the calligraphy market, because those calligraphy works are signed, and an expert will know that you are buying them at a glance. This will make the other party feel that you are perfunctory, which will be counterproductive."

"Then...how about that?"

"Do you have any friends who can calligraphy or painting?"

"No, I'm just a rough guy. I don't know those people." The fat man wiped the sweat from his face.

"In this case, I will simply send Buddha to heaven. Now you go to the stationery cabinet of the nearby shopping mall and buy the best rice paper. Tell the waiter that it is for writing. Buy that small bottle of hardcover ink, those writing brushes and the like. Just buy one..."

"What...are you writing?"

The fat man was stunned. Not only the fat man was stunned, but also the employees of Noble City were stunned. What was Zhang Yang going to do?

"Haha, I'm from the art department, so I can write a few random words."

"Is the art department... going to work?" The fat man was a little worried.

"Don't worry, brother still doesn't believe me!"

…

Seeing the fat man running out with his butt bumping, Liu An and the others looked at Zhang Yang with expressions on their faces like they were looking at monsters.

"Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you were a marketing master? Why did you become a calligraphy master again?" Liu An couldn't help but ask after all.

"Ahem...Actually...I'm from the art department..." Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly.

(To be continued)