1 Chapter 1 No One Follows (1/2)

June 1, 2017.

Zhongzhou City.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Clear sky.

Tang Qing carried a black backpack printed with ”Daily Loan”, rushing between the vehicles parked on the side of the road, inserting his business card on the car's wiper very skillfully.

at this time.

Sweat has soaked his white shirt.

It is very uncomfortable to stick to the skin.

The tie around his neck is tightly fastened. On such a hot day, in the eyes of passers-by, he is completely stupid.

It can be required by the company.

No matter how hot you have to wear it, you have to wear it upright and tight. It can't be loose. It is said to create and maintain a good corporate image and give people a professional feel.

There is no human rule for this.

The company’s front-line salesmen have long complained, saying that “MMP” was donated to the company’s leaders free of charge. Nima is a hot day, this kind of frantic silly and silly way to talk about corporate image?

Are you kidding me?

It's fine if you blow the air conditioner in the office. After all, the division of labor is different, so there is nothing to say.

But unrealistically give orders.

Tang Qing couldn't help but want to curse.

'Loan every day.'

That's right.

Tang Qing is a salesman for a small loan company.

Every day, looking for people in urgent need of loans through various channels, usually if there are no customers, one of his work is to send business cards on the street, followed by telemarketing.

Such a hot day.

I wanted to call at the company.

But the phone numbers bought a few days ago were hacked.

Basically, they have been called once by their peers, or many of them are invalid numbers. In this regard, he threatened the seller with a bad review last night to replace him with a new one, and the seller promised to give him another batch of numbers tonight.

...

Today is Children's Day.

Watching the children holding their parents' hand, walking past them with a smile of joy.

Tang Qing couldn't help thinking of his childhood.

His six one.

Parents usually take them to the park.

Although it was not as rich as the current amusement park project at that time, it was the happiest memory of his childhood, thinking of his first roller coaster ride, bumper car ride, and boat rowing for the first time...

Thoughts fly wild.

”Fuck off, you spent my car, be careful I beat you to death...”

Just as Tang Qing was about to put a business card on a black Passat, a roar sounded in vain in his ear.

Startled him.

He quickly pulled his hand back.

He was caught in the memory just now, but he didn't notice someone in the car.

Look up.

I saw a big man with a bad face sticking his head out of the car window and yelling at Tang Qing with his fist.

Fortunately, Tang Qing was not on the side of the cab.

Otherwise, you might have to get a punch.

This is also a lesson he learned from before, that is, don't insert a small piece of paper on the other side of the cab, otherwise the spit or fist will easily fall on yourself.

”I'm sorry, brother, I will leave right away.”

Tang Qing hurriedly laughed with him.

I have been in the industry for more than a year.

Of course this kind of thing will happen frequently.

It is common for him to be cold-eyed and scolded and despised by an unknown number of times. At the beginning, there were several youthful gatherings.

Later, I suffered several losses.

He also inevitably became'numbed'.

Anyway, being scolded is a piece of meat.

I have no money to make money when I scold him back. In order to fight for a moment, it is really unnecessary to get beaten up or have a big fight. Everyone is out to make money, not to look for trouble.

”roll.”

Seeing Tang Qing's ”good attitude”, the big man stopped scolding, but he replied fiercely.

Upon seeing this.

Tang Qing smiled faintly.

Go to the next car to continue issuing business cards.

This is related to his job. Of course, besides plugging in the car, he also needs to send out to passers-by. Basically, what he does in this business is to send it to men, not to women, or to children or the elderly.

Sometimes when you encounter a potential customer in need, you will explain it well and leave a phone number by the way.

In order to follow up.

It's just that most people won't pick up his business card at all.

Because today is Children's Day.

Tang Qing felt that he didn't need to block the parents during the festival.

As long as he is holding the child, he will not cover it.

Sometimes he didn't care about the business cards of his colleagues on it, lest the other party was nearby, and it would be troublesome to make trouble in the end. It is better to do more than to do less.

It's not easy for everyone.

It was almost half past four.

After walking five or six streets, the thick stack of business cards in Tang Qing's hand was sent out.

This is the last pile Tang Qing brought today.

When I went out in the morning, I only took 500 sheets. I bought them in large quantities on the Internet. The materials were relatively poor. Each pack of 100 sheets, tied with inferior rubber bands, was very random. Ten thousand sheets cost him 200 yuan.

In all, as long as there is a card that can bring effective customers.

It will pay back.

Tang Qing, who had sent out his business card, was also thirsty.

The large bottle of cold boiled water that I brought with him in the morning had already been drunk, so he bought a bottle of iced black tea in a roadside store. It was uniform. He felt that Master Kong's black tea was not uniformly delicious.

Regardless of whether it is dirty or not.

Tang Qing sat down on the curb in the shade of the store entrance and drank.

Although there is shade.

But this weather didn't have much effect. The heat wave came in, accompanied by bursts of uncomfortable car exhaust.

Tang Qing couldn't help sighing.

In such a big city, where is clean air.

After drinking half a bottle of black tea in one breath, I finally felt a lot cooler. I loosened my tie, and repeatedly pulled the shirt collar, wanting to get some wind in, so that the sweaty shirt would not stick to the skin.

He took out a fan from his backpack and fanned it.

This plastic fan was sent by a little girl who sold a house before, and it had real estate information printed on it. He often runs on the street and has more than a dozen in his house.

It is very durable.

He hasn't even used a handful so far.

He feels that he can use the dozens of them in his family for a lifetime, and can even be used as a ”heirloom” for future generations.

of course.

The premise is that he must have descendants.

Looking at the hurried pedestrians on the roadside and this so-called bustling city, a deep sense of strangeness came.

This is what the vast majority of the migrants feel from the bottom of their hearts in this fast-developing big city. Having been in this city for more than a year, the original longings have long been taught by reality.

Tang Qing graduated from a 211 college in the capital of his hometown.

---Business management major.

You can imagine the employment situation after graduating from such a major.

So God gave face.

Two months after graduation.

Tang Qing, who hadn't found a suitable job, joined the postgraduate entrance examination team at the suggestion of his aunt. In the end, he was successfully admitted to this school and the major.

After graduate school.

Tang Qing worked in a foreign trade company in this province that mainly deals in agricultural products.

The work place is a remote prefecture-level city in the province.

This company can be regarded as a thorough family business. There are many relatives of the imperial family and the internal management is chaotic. After three years of work, he is only a little more than four thousand a month as a manager of the business department.

Immortal income.

There is no hope for promotion.

I was picked up by the gang of relatives.

After being frustrated, he resigned resolutely.