C4 From Persistence

Ten minutes later, the manager returned. He rubbed his hands together in excitement and said, "Old bro, the boss has agreed. We will be conducting a month's worth of activities from tomorrow onwards and giving them away for half a year."

I was ecstatic, but my expression didn't change. "Alright, I'll give you a receipt first. When you're done, contact me. Here's my name card."

It was settled. Coming out of the sales office, I looked at the hot noon sun and waved my arms in the air.

F * ck, if a person doesn't force him, then he wouldn't even know how outstanding he is.

In the evening, I reward myself, bought two bottles of Haizhou beer, half a pound of beef, in the dorm Mumei a tooth sacrifice.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he switched on his computer, put on his headphones, and began to surf the internet while listening to the melancholy song "Argentina, Don't Weep for me".

The reason I wore my headphones was so I wouldn't have to listen to the regular activities of the students when they came back. After so long of being harassed, my hormones would be out of whack.

Floating Life was like a dream online.

I sent her a handshake and she smiled back.

"I haven't seen you in days!" "No," I said.

"I have something to take care of. I just came back today!"

"Oh."

"Did you like it when you were listening to 'Don't Weep for Me in Argentina'?"

"Yes, actually I like it because of the melancholy of the song."

"Are you depressed at the moment?"

"Maybe, maybe, almost, but occasionally there's a glimmer of light in those melancholy days."

"So you found a ray of light today?"

"Having just finished a business deal in the day, I feel somewhat comforted."

"Congratulations, you must be an excellent manager."

I felt a burst of shame. Yes, I was once a self-confident and accomplished business owner. But now, I am nothing at all.

I said, "I'm actually a junk manager."

"Don't belittle yourself. Excessive modesty is pride. "How about it? Are you busy these past few days?"

"Ordinarily, what about you?"

"Busy. I just took over a new job. I need to get familiar with a lot of things. There's pressure, motivation, and a lot of resistance."

"Are you confident?"

"There must be! There were more ways than difficulties. Life is a struggle, and I can accept defeat, but I can't accept that I've never fought before. "

My heart jolted. The same was true for me, full of fighting spirit for my ideals, my career and my love. It was just that after experiencing such a double blow, I was now dispirited. Although he was working on it now, he no longer had the lofty aspirations he once had. He was only working hard to get by this crisis.

At the time, I had a masochistic tendency not to let myself think.

After a while, I said, "You're in a good mood. You'll definitely succeed!"

"Thank you for your encouragement. I believe in this: there are many things in a person's life that can knock you down, but what can really knock you down is their mentality. Therefore, I feel that mentality is very important."

A thought struck me.

Floating Life Like a Dream: "Is your melancholy due to annoyance?"

"I don't know, sigh."

"Don't sigh. I feel that perhaps you should be a persistent person."

"How do you know?"

"Because, all troubles come from persistence."

My heart stirred, but I didn't say anything for a long time.

Then she asked me questions about marketing, and I gave her a detailed answer, and from time to time she sent me a thumbs-up, obviously satisfied.

I then asked her, "What are you marketing?"

"A cultural product."

"It's too general. If you don't want to say it, then forget it!"

"Guess?"

I had just finished selling my cultural products today, so I typed out a single word: "Newspaper!"

Floating Life sent a stunned emoji. "Ah — congratulations, you got it right."

I was stunned. This dream-like marketing was originally for the newspapers, so naturally, she was travelling together with me. The only difference was that she was a high manager while I was a low salesperson.

I couldn't help but ask, "Which newspaper are you from?"

There were more than a dozen newspapers in Hai Zhou and the competition was quite intense. Every year, there would be a war of distribution.

"Excuse me, but can we keep this a secret for the time being? If I tell you who I am, then you'll know who I am. Don't forget what we started out as online friends. "

I understood what she meant. A thought suddenly flashed through my mind. "Floating Life like Dream" could it be Qiu Tong?

Yuan Duo had inadvertently said something in the morning. Qiu Tong had just returned from her inspection, and this Floating Dream had also just returned.

Thinking of this, I started to feel intense pain in my balls. Is the world really that small? He couldn't avoid Qiu Tong in reality, but could he not get rid of her in the virtual world?

Since she didn't want to say it, I decided to probe her true identity without asking for details.

Start with newspaper marketing.

Me: "I can't do newspaper marketing, but I can give you some micro ideas, such as practical and quick tactics."

As expected, the other party was very interested, "Hurry up and say it."

"For example, you can get a newspaper company to work together …" I spoke frankly and offered the bait.

The other party was silent for a moment, then replied, "What you've said is very enlightening for my way of thinking. I'll seriously consider it."

The fish took the bait, and I waited for the fish to bite the hook.

I just want to see which Haizhou newspaper society recently launched this initiative. Whichever company had this, Floating Dream would be the owner of this newspaper.

I secretly prayed that this was not Qiu Tong, but my heart was not sincere.

People are self-contradictory at times.

Two days in a row, after delivering the newspaper, I helped Yuan Duo in the station, waiting to test the bait I threw that night.

I seemed to have an ominous premonition that the Floating Life might be the one that terrified me.

He waited until 4 PM that day, but there were no signs. Instead, he received a call from the sales manager of the real estate company.

Now, it was time to give the manager a name: Zhang Xiaotian.

Zhang Xiaotian was excited on the phone and said that my method worked well. More clients had come to the door in the past two days than in the previous one month, and there were five more who decided on the spot to buy a house. However, the receipts were too few.

After putting down the phone, Yuan Duo and I spoke for a while. Yuan Duo jumped up happily, "Big Brother Yuke, I really didn't expect that you could actually be so capable!"

I calmly replied, "It's not that I have the ability or luck. I'll go to someone else's door to order a newspaper. It just so happens that the Sales Manager has this marketing plan …"

I felt that Zhang Xiaotian was a very happy person, so I decided to go with the flow and give him a favor. At the same time, I did not want to attract the attention of Qiutong, nor did I want to attract the jealousy of my peers.

Yuan Duo's eyes flashed with a trace of regret, "That Sales Manager is awesome. You're really lucky."

After a while, Zhang Xiaotian arrived. I introduced him to Yuan Duo, and she shook his hand: "Manager Zhang, I heard from my big brother that this marketing plan was written by you. You sure are skilled in it. Please give me some pointers in the future."

Zhang Xiaotian looked at me in surprise, then burst out laughing, "This … "It's nothing, just eating this bowl of rice means that I have to do this. It's just my job."

After saying that, Zhang Xiaotian looked at me approvingly, then looked at Yuan Duo with a glimmer in his eyes.

Yuan Duo gave Zhang Xiaotian 10 receipts. Zhang Xiaotian looked at his watch and said, "It's time to get off work. I wonder if we can have dinner together with you two."

Zhang Xiaotian was very smart. He knew that inviting Yuan Duo alone might not work, so he pulled me along.

Yuan Duo looked at me and asked, "Big Brother Yuke, are you free?"

I wanted to use this opportunity to open my gums and nod.

So they all went to a nearby restaurant.

During the meal, Zhang Xiaotian was in high spirits, shamelessly giving Yuan Duo a great deal of marketing skills and experience.

It could be seen that this fellow already had a good impression of Yuan Duo the first time they met.

Yuan Duo looked at Zhang Xiaotian with a gaze of admiration.

After we had eaten our fill, Zhang Xiaotian took the initiative to send Yuan Duo home. Yuan Duo hesitated a little and looked at me. I said to Zhang Xiaotian, "If I drink too much, I'll have to trouble manager Zhang."

Yuan Duo's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment.

I waved and left.

Back to the dormitory, the landing button, floating like a dream online.

"These two days, I've been thinking about what you told me the last time. I plan to set up a major client development service before the October big contract starts, and use a variety of methods, including the Alliance, to organize group warfare and ask for benefits on a larger scale," Floating Dream said.

My eyes lit up. The field of vision for floating like a dream was very wide. With just a touch, she could actually turn a leaf into an entire spring.

Thinking about it again, she wanted to set up this big client development service before the October conquest began, so she wouldn't be able to verify the real identity of Fleeting Dreamland in the short term.

He could not help but feel somewhat regretful.

Floating Life Dream then said, "In the end, it's still a Zhejiang business, and there's still some stock in its stomach."

I let out a bitter laugh. I was a loser, a loser. My career and women were gone. The saddest thing is that I still don't know the real reason for the bankruptcy of the company and the sudden departure of Yun'er.

He didn't say anything for a while, but his heart ached.

Floating Life: "What are you thinking?"

I sighed. "Floating Life is like a dream. Let me ask you, do you believe that there will be an 'if' in your life, or do you believe that the past will come back?"

Floating Life Like a Dream: "I feel that life has no if, only consequences and outcomes. The past will not come back, and even if it does come back, it will no longer be perfect. "

I fell silent, seeing the shadow of Yun'er, and the laughter and sweetness of the past.

Floating Life continued, "Sometimes it's better to be simple. For the past, we must not forget, but we must put it down. "

I couldn't help but ask myself if I should walk out of the pain and infatuation I felt for Yun'er and put her down.

I remember someone saying, if you really want something, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it will always be yours. If it doesn't come back, then you don't have to wait any longer, because it isn't yours at all!

My heart rose and fell.