I have a book to sell a house

Chapter 2 Fired: Going to the Interview

"Boom~"

Duan Xiaoming threw the notebook into the corner trash can without hesitation.

A man can throw it away when he wants to, without a trace of procrastination.

Hmph, only the grandson needs the art of war, and Lao Tzu can only write the word "wude".

My dad doesn't talk about Wude!
Brother Gou doesn't talk about Wude either!

They don't even talk about martial arts, but talk about knives, guns and sticks—oh, no, what is the book on selling houses, cheating ghosts, and I really believe it?
Duan Xiaoming walked towards the gate with light steps.

Stepping through this door, I was born again.

A marketing colleague whom Duan Xiaoming didn't know came to meet him.

This man was tall and thick, with a height of 1.8 meters. The handsome marketing uniform customized by the company was put on him, turning him into a tights-like existence. He probably didn't have a suitable size, which looked a little funny.

Duan Xiaoming stared at the work nameplate on the other party's chest, thinking, there is actually a marketing that he doesn't know.

New to this marketing?
Marketing, as the name suggests, walking sales, also refers to walking salespersons, also known as outfield sales in the real estate industry.

Marketing has existed since ancient times, such as Wu Dalang, it is marketing.

Dalang's family has a charming and beautiful wife, so he took the responsibility of selling cakes with extra effort. By selling sesame seed cakes, he set up a single-story two-storey bungalow in Qinghe County, Hebei Province. He is a veritable sales elite.

Not an elite, could it be a scum like myself?
Her sister's, even Wu Dalang can't compare, what a failure!
Don't let people know that I was fired, run away quickly, and let them say whatever they want in the future.

After all, that is also a legend.

Duan Xiaoming has his own opinion on whether Wu Dalang's house studied by the brick family was rented or bought.

If you can rent a house with a coquettish slut like Pan's Jinlian, tsk tsk, unless Pan's Jinlian foresees in advance that the author will arrange for her to meet Miss Ximen, otherwise, a rented house will be sacrificed, unless Da Lang has advantages... …

Duan Xiaoming sighed, he was kicked out of the house, and he was still thinking about marketing and sales, Dalang Jinlian's, wake up, recognize the reality, the sales industry only looks at performance.

Even if you look as handsome as Duan Xiaoming, it won't work!

Having a rich dad doesn't help!

What's more, he is still a father who doesn't talk about martial arts!
"This brother, what a happy event has happened, and his face is full of joy."

People who do marketing can strike up a conversation with anyone they meet.

Looks like he doesn't know me!
Although Duan Xiaoming treats things carelessly, he is not domineering. He uses exaggerated laughter to cover up the embarrassment of being fired, and tries his best to answer politely when he has suffered a major blow in his life: "Wow haha...someone was fired Already!"

Marketing: "The scumbag should be eliminated. I heard that there is Duan Xiaoming. Everyone said that it is best to eliminate that guy! A waste of customer resources!"

Duan Xiaoming stretched his smile to the fullest, and said, "That's right, he's the one to be eliminated!"

Well, you have to be calm.

Marketing laughed loudly: "No wonder brother you are smiling so happily, it's really heart-warming!"

Duan Xiaoming walked over, embraced the salesman who was a few centimeters shorter than himself, and said, "What's your name, I hit it off with you!"

The salesman replied: "The surname is Wanzhong, one of the ten thousand, Duan Xiaoming has been eliminated. I have to tell everyone in the outfield group! The first-hand news is eye-catching!"

After hearing this, Duan Xiaoming walked quickly towards the gate, if he didn't leave, he would have to post a missing item notice when he went back.

Notice content: Duan Xiaoming's face fell in the sales department, and it was broken into slag. Please don't trample on whoever finds it, and help throw it into the toilet and flush it away!
The front foot just sold the building, the back heel was still in the air, and the phone rang.

"I am your father, I am your father, I am your father..."

The cell phone ringtone was recorded by Duan Xiaoming's father himself. It has a deep baritone voice, but he insists on being cute.

This ringtone is worth 5 yuan.

Duan Xiaoming's father, Duan Zhonghua, recorded it himself, and then set it as the ringtone for calling his son. From the date of setting, for a period of one year, the father and son signed a gentleman's agreement and paid the full amount on the spot.

Duan Xiaoming is stubborn by nature, but he values ​​promises and feelings, as long as he can do what he promised, he will never regret it.

If you can't do it - you will never make it difficult for yourself!
"What are you doing?"

Duan Zhonghua was sitting in his office, with the surveillance video sent by Brother Gou on the computer screen.

In the video, Duan Xiaoming ruthlessly throws the house sales book into the trash can, and walks away without looking back.

"Pick it up!"

"What did you pick up? I don't understand."

"1, 2,..."

Duan Xiaoming ran back to the trash can like a rabbit, and picked out the notebook regardless of the dirt.

"Dear dad, I picked it up!"

"...8, 9, well, what you got back is not only the notebook, but also your food expenses for next month."

After Duan Zhonghua finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Duan Xiaoming pretended to look down at the notebook, but in reality he scolded his father in various expressions, and after scolding, he slowly raised his head and put on a pure smiling face.

He thought his father, Duan Zhonghua, was looking at him through the overhead camera, but it was Brother Gou who was looking at him through the camera.

Can the camera also capture the expression with the head down?
The camera above the head will definitely not be able to capture it, but who is the dog brother?
He is a dog, he even installed an invisible camera in the middle of the wall.

As a boss, it is necessary to always care about the external manifestations of subordinates' inner feelings-facial expressions.

Otherwise, how do I know who is the ghost and who is the pervert in the team?
Anyway, the subordinates who do sales don't have a fuel-efficient lamp.

Brother Gou fiddled with Duan Xiaoming's bursting acting skills into a chat emoticon and sent it to Duan Zhonghua.

"Uncle, I think you should stop forcing him to do sales. With his acting skills, it's not too much to bring you back ten best actor awards in a year. His acting skills are several galaxies ahead of the current small fresh meat."

Duan Zhonghua did not reply to the message, and he was making a second call to his son.

"I am your father, I am your father, I am your father..."

"What are you doing?"

Duan Xiaoming has already left the sales department.

"Tomorrow morning at 08:30, go to the opposite house for an interview."

"The one on the opposite side? The No.1 one in this city? The one you can't squeeze your head into?"

The one opposite - Xiaoqiang Real Estate is the most high-end real estate in this city!

I'm all scum here, but I'm afraid I won't even be scum there.

Dad, this is obviously trying to put me to death!
What is rhythm?What is this operation?
I can't understand it.

"I submitted your resume for you yesterday, and received an interview notice today."

"It turns out that getting fired is all your arrangement!"

"Correct!"

"I'm curious, where did you get the confidence to think that your scumbag son, me! can enter that company?"

Duan Zhonghua was too lazy to answer his son's question: "Will you go?"

"If I didn't have to subsidize poor students in Yunnan and Guizhou every month, I wouldn't be able to—"

"You can earn it on your own."

"I ate my father with my ability—"

Duan Zhonghua was silent for three seconds: "After three months, if you don't have the notebook that your cousin-in-law gave you, all bets will be cancelled!"

"Tell you, idol, I don't like others to threaten me the most, even my father's threat, cancel it, cancel it, I'm fine with taking the bus."

"One day I will cut off your living expenses, so that you can't be a good person."

"Dear Papa, I was wrong!"

"I suddenly changed my mind. If you lose this time, the living expenses will be cancelled!"

"do not!"

"I was serious!"

"Honey--"

Before the flattery was filmed, Duan Zhonghua hung up the phone.

Duan Xiaoming held the mobile phone in his left hand, and the house sales book in his right hand. He stuck out his tongue and made a strange expression, spinning and jumping for a while.

Not only do you not talk about Wude, you just watched your son!
Young Master, I'm not in the sales department now, I think you can still monitor me?
After venting his emotions, Duan Xiaoming put on a smug smile again and started walking towards the bus platform.

In the process of walking, a song like a dream took shape in my heart.

"Like a Dream: My Dad Has No Virtue"

I still remember that on the day of the interview, he praised me for having a bright future.

Today it became a slag, and it drove me away.

Insidious, insidious, how can you bear to ruin my tomorrow!

But it doesn't matter, for the living expenses of [-] yuan per month, and for the sake of so many people behind me, I must work hard-the devil would believe it, if you want to cut off my living expenses, you would have cut it off long ago!

What you said was too plain.

Like untalented actors.

The son can see through at a glance.

I'm already used to acting that should cooperate with you!
——Ghosts believe you, naughty!
Duan Xiaoming walked away for a long time. Brother Gou was sitting in his office, staring at the camera at the gate of the sales department in the monitoring software, and said to himself: "Could this nervousness be inherited from uncle?"

After fiddling, he made another chat emoji, but this time Duan Xiaoming's facial expression was not as clear as before.

It doesn't matter, body movements can also prove that he has excellent acting skills.

Brother Gou sent Duan Zhonghua again: "Uncle, I sincerely suggest that you send him to perform. It is a loss to the Chinese entertainment industry if he does not act!"

Duan Zhonghua didn't take Brother Gou's criticism, but replied: "I have asked him to go to Xiaoqiang for an interview tomorrow."

Brother Gou: "Is he willing to go to Xiaoqiang? No, does he dare to go? Did he agree?"

Duan Zhonghua: "He will go."

Before eight o'clock the next morning, Duan Xiaoming's handsome figure appeared at the entrance of the sales department of Xiaoqiang Real Estate.

With a smile on his face, he walked into the door of the sales department very confidently.

No one came to receive me because it was too early.

There are only two sales girls sitting behind the tall front desk in the entire sales department.

When Duan Xiaoming approached, he found that they were chatting with their heads bowed in make-up, and they didn't notice that he was coming.

One of them said: "Hey, I heard that the real estate across the street eliminated people again yesterday. Do you think we will also eliminate people here?"

Another: "I don't know, why did the other side eliminate people?"

"I haven't opened a single order in 50 days, but it is said that the person is handsome and tall. What is his name?"

"Handsome?"

Duan Xiaoming who didn't speak suddenly said, "He's really handsome, I know him, his name is Duan Xiaoming!"

"Really, do you have a picture of him--sorry, I thought it was a colleague who came to work--Hi, are you here to see the house?"

Duan Xiaoming: "No, I'm here for an interview."

"Do you have an appointment with personnel? What's your name?"

Another sales girl opened the interview registration book at the front desk.

"It's an appointment, my name is Duan-Xiao-Ming."

　Thank you for your support!

　　There are actually more than 20 words in the manuscript, but I want to write better, so I am carefully revising each chapter.

　　
　
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