The Road to Slaying God

"For an excellent marketer, sales knowledge is undoubtedly a must. A salesperson without knowledge as a foundation can only be regarded as speculation and cannot experience the fun of real sales."

"A successful sales promotion is not a story that happens by chance. It is the result of learning, planning, and the long-term accumulation of knowledge and skills of a salesperson..."

"Preparation and planning work before sales must not be ignored or underestimated. Only when you are prepared can you be sure of victory. You have also begun to see that I was observing at the door for more than two hours. I was observing the expressions of every customer. , clothing, and temperament, so as to judge whether they are potential consumers..."

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"What are you doing?"

While a group of beauties were surrounding Zhang Yang asking questions, Aunt Yan came down from upstairs alone. Seeing everyone chattering, she couldn't help but frown. Although it was just a slight frown, it gave Zhang Yang a feeling of incomparable majesty. , and several female employees immediately fell silent.

"Aunt Yan, no...nothing...let's ask Zhang Yang how to buy clothes..." Liu An saw Aunt Yan's eyes falling on her and said weakly. It seemed that everyone here was afraid. Very gentle Aunt Yan.

"Just sold the clothes?"

"Yeah, well, a whole set of clothes was sold for more than 160,000 yuan." Liu An seemed a little excited when talking about the data. Obviously, the turnover of Noble City was very bleak, so much so that she, the foreman, couldn't control it after selling 160,000 yuan at a time. Live with excitement.

"Not bad, not bad." Aunt Yan's eyes fell on Zhang Yang, and then she noticed that Zhang Yang had changed his clothes, exuding an elegant and mysterious temperament. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Okay, that's it, you guys It’s good to learn more from each other, I’ll go to the gym and check it out.”

"It's easy to go, Aunt Yan."

"Have a good go, Aunt Yan!"

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Looking at Aunt Yan leaving, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel dazed for a while. He thought he would get some praise or something, but he knew that Aunt Yan only said a few good words, and she said them calmly, as if she didn't take it to heart at all.

Logically speaking, it should be something worth celebrating for such a severely loss-making store to have a turnover of more than 100,000 yuan at a time. Why doesn't Aunt Yan seem to take it to heart at all?

Why?

There is only one possibility, that is, this loss is not on Aunt Yan's mind at all.

"Brother, here, here, someone called just now. He is on vacation tomorrow and may have to go out for a few days. You have to hurry up...!" While Zhang Yang was thinking wildly, the fat man had already run away with a large bag of things. When I came in, I still had a large roll of rice paper tucked under my arm.

"Yeah, put it on the coffee table."

Zhang Yang and Fatty came to the huge marble coffee table and spread rice paper on the coffee table. At this time, some employees from Noble City gathered around curiously. This made Zhang Yang very depressed. The girl seemed to have set a lot of rules for him. , however, these female employees seem to have no restraint at all.

Sisters, you are at work now!

Zhang Yang suddenly understood one of the reasons for the poor business of this store. Obviously, there is something wrong with the management of this store. At least, the discipline is relatively loose...

Soon, pens, inks, paper and inkstones were ready. I chose a purple goat hair. The brush was also moistened with water and spread out. The brush was also wet with water. Of course, it is impossible to prepare all the four treasures of the study. In today's society People who use inkstones to grind ink are probably going extinct.

When he was a child, Zhang Yang's biggest wish was to imitate the ancients, find a woman who could add fragrance to her red sleeves, and polish ink for him under the lamp. What a joyful life it would be to splash ink with a brush.

Looking at the stretched rice paper, Zhang Yang, who was holding a brush, couldn't help but sigh. He started writing at the age of five. He had already started writing couplets and inscriptions for nearby villagers at the age of nine. After finishing his junior year in college, he began to neglect his work. Now that he picks up the brush, he actually has a kind of feeling. Strange feeling.

Everyone is full of curiosity about Zhang Yang. Calligraphy, the ancient quintessence of China, has become more and more distant from the ordinary people. It has become a craft that everyone knows but cannot master.

Once upon a time, calligraphy was a compulsory course for every Chinese. In modern society, many people can’t even write with a pen, let alone calligraphy. Some children are more interested in computer games, or use the keyboard to type out symbols one by one, maybe, a few Years from now, calligraphy will become another lost civilization in China.

Zhang Yang began to close his eyes in full view of everyone, his face was filled with the light of sacred piety, and everyone around him was infected by him, as if Zhang Yang was holding a grand religious ceremony.

Zhang Yang is brewing, brewing that long-lost feeling!

Brew up that majestic momentum!

Calligraphy is valued in spirit, momentum, and layout, and brewing is the most important link!

This is Zhang Yang's habit. He likes the ancient culture of China. He likes the feeling of jumping and jumping. Writing is a kind of vent and an expression of thoughts. It jumps over the paper and can arouse the resonance of the viewer. . Of course, Zhang Yang does not agree that words are like people!

"What words should I write?"

Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sense of elegant grace all over his body. Everyone around him was stunned. Zhang Yang felt so special now. The aristocratic aura was gone, and the elegant and tasteful movements were gone. , replaced by a kind of elegance that makes people feel...

What kind of person is he?

This question has arisen in the minds of almost most of the employees. Zhang Yang is like the ever-changing Sun Wukong. Except for the occasional naughty expression, every movement and expression is full of a bewitching charm, and there is a hint of enchantment in that charm. , making people unable to extricate themselves.

"Well... Let's just make the palace shine..." The fat man was not much affected by Zhang Yang's temperament. After all, he is a male, and he is older. His personality and personality have been formed, and he has seen the big world. Of course, that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings, but relatively speaking, they are not as strong as those girls with extremely malleable surnames.

"The hall is brilliant..." Zhang Yang hesitated, "Okay..."

Zhang Yang sighed inwardly. Although this fat man was a successful man, his taste was terrible. No wonder he racked his brains for giving gifts. The four words "Hua Tang Sheng Hui" are the four words that Zhang Yang wrote the most, because when he was in the countryside, whenever someone built a new house, Zhang Yang would write these four words on red paper and send it to their door to have a good time. Eat.

Zhang Yang gathered his energy and refreshed himself. Suddenly, the brush in his hand suddenly fell down. Everyone was shocked. The moment of silence and movement seemed to affect their hearts...

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake!

Flows as fast as water!

Run wildly!

The tiger leaps and the dragon soars!

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Almost within a few breath pauses, the four words "Huatang Shenghui" were already written on the paper. Looking at these four words, everyone took a deep breath. They didn't know calligraphy, so everyone couldn't understand what was good about it, but , they can understand whether the calligraphy is beautiful or beautiful, not to mention, although not many people know the Chinese quintessence of calligraphy, most Chinese people still have a certain ability to appreciate it. After all, people have to post couplets on their doors during festivals. , it still has some influence and influence on the Chinese people.

"What are you doing? What a mess!"

Just as everyone was looking at the four words, feeling that the pen was at a critical moment, and when the dragon was swimming and the snake was running away, an angry and sweet voice sounded.

"Really, we brought all this rubbish here. We are not street performers..." The girl jumped down from the stairs angrily. At this time, she had already changed into a set of green ones. The dress is very quiet, but unfortunately her hair and movements ruin the beauty, making her look like an angry green dinosaur.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Yang was furious, and a huge power arose spontaneously. What he hated most was that someone would treat such a sacred thing as a show. It was precisely because of this idea that Zhang Yang stopped writing easily.

"You, you..." The girl looked stunned at first, and immediately her face turned red with anger. She pointed at Zhang Yang and stammered, unable to speak, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Clearly, this was an overly pampered child.

The surrounding employees also looked at Zhang Yang in shock. There was also a hint of fear in the shock... But the fat man was a little confused and didn't understand what was happening. Zhang Yang's sudden burst of momentum just now made him palpitate.

"Forget it, I'm leaving..."

Zhang Yang also came to his senses, sighed, lamenting his misfortune, gently untied his tie, took off his suit, and walked to the dressing room.

"Ah... no no..."

Zhang Yang was stunned and couldn't help but look back. He saw the girl's eyes staring closely at the words on the table, with a stupid expression on her face. Tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and the tears were like a faucet that couldn't be turned off...

The girl squatted down gently, her white hands gently stroking the white rice paper, with a careful expression, as if she was worshiping a holy object.

"Sister Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't cry. I just left..." Zhang Yang's head suddenly grew bigger. He was most afraid of seeing a woman cry.

"Did you write this word?" The girl was still staring at the paper with a distracted expression.

"Yes……"

Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, I wrote it so there is no need to be so excited. Although my handwriting is better and I am more handsome, I am not so excited.

"Can you write a calligraphy for me?" The girl raised her face with tears on her face and looked at Zhang Yang with a begging expression. Where was the arrogance from the beginning? At this time, the girl was like a poor child. , a poor child who is lost and cannot find a home.

"Brother, it's getting late now, you should go about your business first!" Zhang Yang glanced at the tearful girl and turned back to the fat man.

"Okay, little brother, take your time and be busy. I will tell you some good news." The fat man looked at the people around him and knew that he was not suitable to stay here. He hurriedly knelt down to roll up his calligraphy works and leave.

"No, this is mine..."

The tearful girl stared at the fat man and suddenly said sternly, pressing her hands tightly on the rice paper, as if she was afraid that others would snatch it away.

The hall suddenly became cold, and the girl's cold face showed supreme authority. The fat man retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and looked at the girl in surprise, while the other employees' faces were pale. It's terrible, the boss is angry...

Not only was the fat man surprised, but Zhang Yang also had a dull look on his face. The girl's sudden burst of momentum made him have an idea that he didn't dare to disobey, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel horrified.

Who can develop such a powerful aura in a girl?

The fat man was suppressed by the girl's anger and did not dare to move at all. He could only look at Zhang Yang pitifully.

"Yan...Sister Yan...let me write a new one for you..."

"real?"

"Yeah, let him take it away..."

"Hehe, okay, you have to write it according to my requirements."

The girl's fierce and menacing aura suddenly disappeared, and her tears turned into smiles. She had an innocent and cute expression, but she still had the palpitating feeling at the beginning. She looked so confused that she couldn't figure out whether it was just a hallucination. .

"Yeah, you can write whatever you want."

"That's what you said."

The girl smiled charmingly and released her hands on the rice paper. The fat man wiped the sweat from his face, quickly rolled up the rice paper and left without even saying hello to Zhang Yang.

This store is a bit weird. It's obviously just a clothes buyer and a girl, but why does it put so much psychological pressure on people? The fat man who walked out was still wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Sister Yan, what do you want to write?" Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the fat man going out. He was here to buy clothes, not to be annoyed, let alone to watch a show. Now that the fat man is gone, Zhang Yang is also relaxed. , If you don't serve this aunt well, she will leave at worst. With the success story of Fatty, Zhang Yang's confidence has been greatly increased. He believes that it is too easy for him to make money now.

"The Qin Dynasty is as armored as clouds!"

The girl read out a few words, with a hint of fanaticism, a hint of mistiness, a hint of sadness, and a hint of melancholy in her eyes. This was a very complicated expression. Zhang Yang could not describe this expression, but he was sure that these words It must contain some meaning.

Soon, six words appeared on the page.

"It seems...it really seems..." The girl squeezed Zhang Yang away, walked to the front of the coffee table and squatted down gently, trembling her hands, stroking gently, stroking gently, as if this calligraphy work was like Like her first lover.

"Can I not pay you?" The girl looked up at Zhang Yang with a begging expression on her face.

"Ahem...what's the matter?"

"Wang Hao!"

"oh……"

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After gently mentioning the name and time, Zhang Yang couldn't help but pay careful attention to the girl. The girl seemed to have changed into a different person at this time. The sunshine at the beginning was gone, and her face was full of melancholy, as if she had a heavy heart.

"Thank you..."

The girl stared blankly at the calligraphy on the coffee table. After the ink dried, the girl very carefully sandwiched the calligraphy work between two blank pieces of rice paper, then carefully rolled it up and hugged it to her chest, and walked towards the stairs a little distractedly.

"Um...Sister Yan, what about me?"

"Ah...you...stay, um, you just scolded me, huh, and told me to shut up, and I was fined five hundred yuan! Sister Xiaoqing, please note it down." The girl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled on her sad face. , as if flowers were in full bloom, making the entire Noble City light up, but the employees breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Five hundred..." Zhang Yang stared blankly at the girl who disappeared on the stairs. He could only be speechless. If he continues at this speed, all his hard-earned money will be deducted. Be careful next time!

"Zhang Yang!" When the girl disappeared, Liu An looked at Zhang Yang angrily and shouted suddenly, making Zhang Yang jump.

"ah……"

"Let me tell you, if you dare to talk to the lady like that, I, I...I..." Liu An was so anxious that her neck turned red, and she stammered and didn't know what to say.

"What am I?" Zhang Yang said, still unsure about life and death.

"I'll bite you to death, hum!" Liu An was so angry that her eyebrows stood up.

"Come on, bite me..." Zhang Yang looked at Liu An, who was full of anger and had a hint of blush on his face, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhang Yang, I'm not joking with you. Be careful in the future. If Aunt Yan finds out, the consequences will be serious." Liu Anhan said with a cold face.

Looking at Liu An's expression, Zhang Yang looked at the other girls and realized that now he had almost become a public enemy in the noble city, and everyone had a hostile look on their faces.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. It was definitely not a pleasant thing to be hated by so many girls.

It's strange, that silly girl is so popular, it's a bit incredible.

"Then... how about I go upstairs and apologize..." Zhang Yang looked at Liu An carefully and said.

"Yeah, let's go, it's time to have dinner!"

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Zhang Yang packed up his pens, inks and other things and walked up the stairs. He couldn't help but feel amazed again. The stairs were completely made of solid wood and full of European style. Some of the patterns on it were carved very carefully. Presumably, they were all handmade. carving.

There are some small oil paintings hanging on the walls of the stairs, all of which are landscape flowers, adding a touch of vitality to the dull and heavy European style.

When he got to the second floor, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned. There was an automatic glass door on the second floor. When he approached the glass door, what was strange was that the glass door did not open. Look for a password on the right side of the glass door. input device.

Isn't this a place of business?

Zhang Yang was a little confused. The second floor of a store is usually a place for business. Unexpectedly, it was closed. From the glass door, he could see inside. The girl was facing him from behind. She was looking at something, but Zhang Yang couldn't see it from his angle. What exactly is it.

"Dangdang..."

The glass door made a pleasant sound when Zhang Yang's fingers tapped it. The girl glanced outside and seemed to press something like a remote control on the coffee table, and the glass door slid open silently.

"Is something wrong?" The girl didn't seem to be very interested. She just glanced at Zhang Yang and then looked at the wall in the distance.

"It's okay, let's take a look..." Zhang Yang laughed dryly.

"Go out and work if you have nothing to do. It's working time now." The girl rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang without any particular blame. Obviously, the calligraphy work played a big role.

"Oh...ah...this...who wrote this?"

Zhang Yang followed the girl's gaze and looked at the wall, only to see a calligraphy work on the wall, which said "The Iron Armor of the Qin Dynasty is like clouds" and the signature was "Wang Hao".

This calligraphy is surprisingly similar to his handwriting. Of course, there are still big differences in the font and strokes, but from the perspective of style and charm, the similarity is almost 90%. If this calligraphy is not a printed matter, He would definitely think this was the one he started writing.

"My father, my father is the greatest man in the world!"

The girl had a proud expression, even a little smug. In an instant, she returned to her unruly and willful look.

Another girl with an Electra complex. Zhang Yang sighed and looked at the girl's colorful hair. Without this messy hair, it would be perfect. Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little regretful looking at the girl's cute expression. .

"Why printed matter?" Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.

(To be continued)