Chapter 95: The greatest father in the world

"For an outstanding marketer, sales knowledge is undoubtedly necessary to be mastered. A seller without knowledge as a foundation can only be regarded as speculation and cannot experience the joy of real sales."
"A successful sales promotion is not an accidental story. He is the result of learning, planning, and the accumulation of long-term knowledge and skills of a salesman ..."
"Before sales, plan and work, you must not ignore the contempt, you can only win if you are prepared. You have also begun to see, I have observed at the door for more than two hours, I am watching the expression of each customer , Clothing, temperament, so judge whether they are potential consumers ... "
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"What are you doing?"
When a group of beauties surrounded Zhang Yang asking this and that, when Aunt Yan came down from the stairs alone, and saw the crowd frowning, she could not help frowning. Although she only frowned slightly, it gave Zhang Yang a majestic feeling. , And several female employees immediately shuddered.
"Aunt Yan, no ... nothing ... We asked Zhang Yang how to buy clothes ..." Liu An saw that Aunt Yan's eyes fell on her, weakly, it seemed that people here were afraid to look Very gentle aunt Yan.
"Just sold clothes?"
"Uh-huh, I sold more than 160,000 sets of clothes." Liu An said that the data seemed a little excited. Obviously, the sales of the aristocratic city was so bleak that she sold her foreman a little at a time. Stay excited.
"It's good." Aunt Yan's eyes fell on Zhang Yang's body. Then she noticed that Zhang Yang had changed clothes, showing her elegant and mysterious temperament. She couldn't help but stunned, "Okay, that's it, you It ’s good to learn more from each other. I ’ll go to the gym.

"Aunt Yan is leaving."
"Aunt Yan is leaving!"
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Looking at the aunt Yan left, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be in a daze for a while. I thought that I would get some praise and so on. Then I knew that the aunt Yan only said a few words, and when it was said, it was calm and light, and it seemed that he didn't take it seriously.
According to the truth, such a loss-making store has a turnover of more than 100,000 at one time. It should be something to celebrate. Why does Aunt Yan seem to have no heart at all?
why?
There is only one possibility, that is, this loss is not in the mind of Aunt Yan.
"Brother, here it is. Someone just called. He is on vacation tomorrow. He may be out for a few days. Hurry up ...!" While he was thinking wildly, the fat man was already running with a big bag of things. Come in, there is a large roll of rice paper under the armpit.
"Uh-huh, put it on the coffee table."
Zhang Yang and the fat man came to the huge marble coffee table and spread rice paper on the coffee table. At this time, some employees in the aristocratic city surrounded them curiously, which made Zhang Yang very depressed. The girl seemed to have set a lot of rules for him. However, these female employees do not seem to be in the slightest restraint.
Big sisters, now I'm at work!
Zhang Yang suddenly understood one of the reasons for the poor business of this store. Obviously, the management of this store is a bit problematic. At least, the discipline is loose ...
Soon, pen, ink, and paper were ready, and a purple sheep was selected. The writing brush was also moistened with water, and the pen tip was also wet with water. Of course, it is impossible to prepare the four treasures of Wenfangfang. Now this society It is estimated that the ink rubbing with the platform is almost extinct.
When he was young, Zhang Yang's biggest wish was to learn the ancients, find a woman who can add fragrance to the red sleeves, and grind ink for herself under the lamp, how pleasant life should be with a splash of ink.
Looking at the stretched rice paper, Zhang Yang holding a writing brush can't help but sigh. He started writing at the age of five, and started writing couplet inscriptions for nearby villagers at the age of nine. After reading the junior year, he started to waste, and now he picks up the writing brush. Strange feeling.
Everyone is curious about Zhang Yang. Calligraphy, for the ancient Chinese culture, has become more and more distant from the ordinary people. This has become a craft everyone knows, but can't do.
Once upon a time, calligraphy was a compulsory course for every Chinese. In modern society, many people ca n’t even write pen characters, let alone calligraphy. Some children are more enthusiastic about computer games, or use keyboards to type out symbols one by one. Maybe, a few Years later, calligraphy will become another lost civilization in China.
Zhang Yang began to close his eyes under the eyes, his face was filled with the light of sacred devotion, that everyone around him was infected, as if Zhang Yang was holding a grand religious ceremony.
Zhang Yang is brewing, brewing that long-lost feeling!
Brewing that magnificent momentum!
Calligraphy is expensive in spirit, expensive in momentum, expensive in layout, and brewing is the most important link!
This is a publicity habit. He likes the ancient Chinese culture. He likes the feeling of frustration and jumping. The text is a vent and an expression of thought. It overflows on the paper sheet and can resonate with the viewer. . Of course, Zhang Yang does not agree with the word as it is!
"Write what?"
Zhang Yang slowly opened her eyes, revealing a sense of elegant style. She could see that everyone around was stunned. Zhang Yang now feels too special. The aristocratic atmosphere is gone, and the elegant taste is gone. Instead, it is a kind of elegant and elegant ...
What kind of person is he?
Almost such a problem arises in the heads of most employees. Publicity is like the ever-changing Sun Wukong. Except for the occasional insignificance, each action expression is full of a bewitching charm. There is a fascination in that charm. It makes people unable to extricate themselves.
"Well ... let Huatang be alive ..." The fat man has not been infected by Zhang Yang's temperament. After all, he is a male surname, and he is too old. His surname and personality have already formed. Of course, it doesn't mean that he doesn't feel it, just relatively speaking, it's not as strong as those girls with strong plastic surnames.
"Hua Tang Shenghui ..." Zhang Yang stagnated, "OK ..."
Zhang Yang sighed in his heart. Although this fat man is a successful person, his taste is terrible, and it is no wonder that he will rack his brains for gifts. The four words "Hua Tang Sheng Hui" are the four words that Zhang Yang wrote the most, because in the countryside, whenever someone builds a new house, Zhang Yang must write these four words in red paper and send them home. Eat.
Zhang Yang's breath was refreshing, impressively, the writing brush in his hands fell suddenly, and everyone was shocked. The quiet and moving momentum seemed to affect their heart ...
Take away the snake!
Flow rate is like water!
Run wild!
Tiger Leap!
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Almost between a few breathing pauses, the four words "Hua Tang Shenghui" have jumped on the paper. Looking at the four words, everyone calmed down, they didn't understand calligraphy, and everyone couldn't understand what was good, but They can understand that the beauty of the characters is not beautiful, not beautiful, not to mention, although the national essence of calligraphy is not much, most Chinese people still have a certain appreciation ability. After all, couplets are posted on the door every New Year. More or less have some influence and influence on the people.
"What? What a mess!"
Everyone looked at the four words, and felt that the pen was awesome. When Longyou snake left, a furious and sweet voice sounded.
"Reversed, brought all the here, we are not street performers ..." The girl jumped off the stairs in a panic, and at this time she had changed a set of green ones The skirt was very kind, but the beauty destroyed by her hair and movements was like a furious green dinosaur.
"To shut up!"
Zhang Yang was furious, and a huge power sprang up. What he hated most was that some people treated this sacred thing as a show. It was because of this idea that Zhang Yang now easily stopped writing.
"You you ..." The girl's face was stunned at first, and immediately, her face flushed with redness, pointing at the stuttering speechlessness, and the tears in her eyes turned straight.
Obviously, this is an over-doted child.
The surrounding staff also looked at Zhang Yang with a shocked face, and there was a hint of fear in the shock ... But the fat man was a little baffled, and didn't understand what happened. Zhang Yang's sudden outburst made him palpitated.
"Forget it, I'm leaving ..."
Zhang Yang also came to his senses, sighed, and sighed unfortunately, untied his tie gently, took off his suit, and walked to the locker room.
"Ah ... no no ..."
Zhang Yang froze, couldn't help looking back, and saw the girl's eyes staring at the words on the table tightly, with a look of dementia, and tears burst into her eyes, and the tears were like a faint dragon ...
The girl crouched gently, and Bai Nen's hands gently stroked the white rice paper, with a careful expression, as if she was worshipping the sacred object.
"Sister Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, don't cry, I just leave ..." Zhang Yang's head suddenly became big, and he was most afraid to see a woman cry.
"You wrote this word?" The girl still stared at the paper, a look of unwillingness.
"Yes……"
There is a cold sweat in Zhang Yang. I don't need to be so excited to write it. Although my words are written better and people are more handsome, they are not so excited.
"Can you write a word for me?" The girl raised her face with tears, looked at Zhang Yang, a look of begging, where there was the arrogance of the beginning, this time, the girl is like a poor child , A poor child who lost his home and lost his way.
"Brother, it's too late now, let's do your business first!" Zhang Yang glanced at the girl with tears in her eyes and turned to the fat man.
"That line, the little brother is slowly busy, I will tell you the good news." The fat man looked at the people around him, knowing that he was not suitable to stay here, and quickly squatted down to roll up the calligraphy works and leave.
"No, this is mine ..."
The girl with tears in her eyes stared at the fat man, suddenly screamed loudly, her hands pressed tightly on the rice paper, for fear of being taken away by others.
There was a cold inside the hall. The cold face of the girl revealed supreme authority. The fat man's hand shrank back like an electric shock. He looked at the girl in surprise, and her employee's face was pale. Miserable, the boss got angry ...
Not only was the fat man surprised, but Zhang Yang was dull. The sudden outburst of the girl made him have an idea that he didn't dare to disobey.
Who can cultivate such a strong momentum for girls?
The fat man was under the pressure of the girl's anger, and he did not dare to move at all, but looked at Zhang Yang with pity.
"Yan ... Sister Yan ... I'll write a pair for you ..."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh, you let him take it ..."
"Hee hee, well, write as I want."
The girl's violent and imposing momentum suddenly disappeared invisibly, her tears burst into laughter, an innocent and lovely expression, and where did the heart-breaking feeling begin? It was clear in the clouds and fog that it was just a hallucination. .
"Well, write whatever you want."
"You said that."
The girl smiled tenderly, loosening her hands pressed on the rice paper, and the fat wiped the sweat from her face, and she would not leave if she rolled up the rice paper head. She even forgot to say hello to Zhang Yang.
This shop is a bit weird. As soon as I bought clothes and a girl, I felt so much psychological pressure, and the fat people who went out were still wiping the sweat on their foreheads.
"Sister Yan, what do you want to write?" Zhang Yang was relieved when he saw the fat man go out. People came to buy clothes, not to get angry, not to watch the show. Now the fat man is gone, Zhang Yang is also relaxed. The aunt, grandma, is not good enough to leave. With the successful case of fat man, Zhang Yang ’s confidence has greatly increased. He believes that it is too easy for him to make money now.
"The Daqin Iron Armor is like a cloud!"
The girl read a few words, and there was a trace of enthusiasm, a trace of mistyness, a trace of sadness, and a trace of melancholy in her eyes. This is a very complex expression. Zhang Yang cannot describe this expression, but he is sure that these words What meaning must be included.
Soon, the six words jumped on the paper.
"It seems ... really like ..." The girl squeezed Zhang Yang away, walked to the front of the coffee table and squatted gently, shaking her hands, stroking gently, stroking gently, as if this calligraphy work was Like her first love.
"Can you leave your money?" The girl looked up at Zhang Yang with a begging expression on her face.
"Oh ... what's wrong with that?"
"Wang Hao!"
"Oh……"
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After gently mentioning the name and time, Zhang Yang couldn't help paying close attention to the girl. At this time, the girl seemed to have become a person. The beginning of the sun was gone, and her face was full of melancholy, as if with a heavy heart.
"Thank you ..."
The girl looked at the calligraphy on the coffee table. After the ink was dry, the girl was very careful to sandwich the calligraphy with two blank pieces of rice paper, and then carefully rolled it up and hugged her chest and walked up the stairs a bit unconsciously.
"That ... sister Yan, what about me?"
"Ah ... you ... stay, um, you scolded me just now, hum, and told me to shut up and fine Wu Baiyuan! Sister Xiaoqing took note of it" The girl first frowned, and her sad face suddenly smiled. As if all flowers were in full bloom, it made the entire aristocratic city shine, but those employees were relieved for a long time.
"Five hundred ..." Zhang stared blankly at the girl who disappeared on the stairs. He could only speak silently. At this speed, the hard-earned money buckle would be deducted, so pay attention next time!
"Zhang Yang!" When the girl disappeared, Liu An looked at Zhang Yang with an angry look, and shouted suddenly, making Zhang Yang startled.
"what……"
"I tell you, if you dare to talk to the lady like that, I, I ... I ..." Liu An was anxious, his neck was red, and he was stuttered and didn't know what to say.
"What am I?" Zhang Yang didn't know yet.
"I bite you, hum!" Liu Anyan frowned.
"Come here, bite me ..." Zhang Yang looked at the bulging, with a hint of blush willow on his face, can't help laughing.
"Zhang Yang, I'm not joking with you, pay attention later, if the aunt Yan knows, the consequences will be serious." Liu Anhan faced.
Looking at Liu An's expression, Zhang Yang looked at her girl again, only to find that now he is almost the enemy of the aristocratic city, everyone has a look of hostility.
Zhang Yang could not help but chill for a while, and it was definitely not a very pleasant thing to be hated by so many girls.
It's strange that the silly girl is so popular.
"Then ... or, I'll go upstairs and apologize ..." Zhang Yang looked at Liu An carefully.
"Uh-huh, hurry up and have dinner!"
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Zhang Yang picked up the pen and ink and walked up the stairs, and I was amazed again. The stairs were completely solid and full of European style. Some of the patterns on the top were carved very carefully. Presumably, this should be all handmade. Carved.
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 heavy European style.
When he got to the second floor, Zhang Yang couldn't help but stay there. There was an automatic glass door on the second floor. When he approached the glass door, it was strange that the glass door didn't open. Look for the right side of the glass door and there was a password. Input device.
Isn't this the place to do business?
Zhang Yang is a bit inexplicable. The second floor of a store is also usually a place of business. It is unexpected that it is closed. You can see it from the glass door. The girl is looking at him from the side, but she ca n’t see from the angle of Zhang. What is it specifically.
"Dangdang ..."
The glass door gave a pleasant sound under the banging of the open fingers. The girl glanced outside, as if she pressed a remote control or something on the coffee table, and the glass door slid open silently.
"Is there anything?" The girl didn't seem to be interested, just glanced open, and her eyes turned to the wall in the distance.
"It's okay, come and see ..." Zhang Yanggan laughed.
"Just go out to work, now it's work time." The girl gave a blank look and did not blame it. 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 reads "The Daqin Iron Armor is Like a Cloud", and the style is "Wang Hao".
This calligraphy is surprisingly similar to his handwriting. Of course, the difference between the type and the stroke is still very large. However, from the perspective of style and charm, the similarity has reached almost 90%. If the character is not a print, He would definitely think it was the one he started writing.
"My father, my father is the greatest person in the world!"
The girl's expression of pride was even a little smug, and in an instant, she returned to the clumsy name.
Another girl in the Electra complex, Zhang Yang sighed and looked at the girl's colorful and exploding hair. Without this messy hair, it would be perfect, Zhang Yang could not help but look at the cute expression of the girl .
"Why a print?" Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.
(To be continued)