"Sir, let me polish your shoes. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Song Qian's ears.

Song Qian looked sideways, but there was no one left, and when he looked down again, he saw a man in a casual suit squatting on the ground, holding a white sponge and rubbing desperately on his shoes.

Song Qian was so frightened that he hurriedly took a step back to the side and pulled his foot out from under the white sponge.

"No, no, I don't have to wipe my shoes. ”

"It's free, you can try it, your white sneakers, with my cleaning cream, it only takes two or three strokes to be very clean, really!" The man didn't even look up, one knee touched the ground, and he quickly took another step forward and brought the white sponge up again.

"This ......" Song Qian was full of black lines, but seeing that people worked so hard, he was really embarrassed to refuse again.

It's definitely selling that so-called cleaning cream.

"How do you sell that thing?" Song Qian simply asked straight to the point.

"It's okay, I'll wipe it for you first. The man rubbed his head hard for more than a dozen times, and sure enough, the shoes that were originally a little dirty became snow-white and shiny.

"Your stuff is very good, how can you sell it?" Song Qian asked again.

"The original price is 128 yuan a can, and we are now engaged in activities, buy two get two free and send three trial packs. In addition, I will give you a discount, directly on the original price, 68 yuan, still buy two get two free for you, absolutely super affordable. Also, the amount of this trial pack is very sufficient, and three trial packs are equal to one full-size suit. In other words, you can buy five jars of this cleaning cream for only 136 yuan. I'll give you five more sponges, our sponges......" The man said as he stood up, almost like a machine gun.

However, when he and Song Qian made eye contact, both of them were stunned.

That's right, although they don't know each other, this is the second time the two have met.

The man in a casual suit selling cleaning cream at the bus stop was the last man to catch the bus in the morning.

Guo Xinxin, 22 years old, just graduated in June this year, majoring in marketing. When I was studying, I felt that this major was all kinds of awesome, and it seemed that all the production and sales results were inseparable from this doorway, and I felt that I would be able to realize the Chinese dream in one fell swoop after graduation, and I would not be able to become the youngest richest man in China.

Of course, every major must always boast about something, so that the children who have gone astray feel that learning has a future.

In fact, the future has a lot to do with the profession, depending on fate, luck, and people.

Guo Xinxin's parents gave him a good name, six gold, all money. But after graduating, Guo Xinxin found that it was too difficult to make money. There is only a college diploma, and slightly larger companies are limited to at least a bachelor's degree or above. With no work experience, all you can do is start from the bottom. Many of Guo Xinxin's classmates have repeatedly hit a wall because they are looking for the right job, and they have gone home to gnaw on the old or should do something else, only he, while staying in Lingcheng, started from the most basic sales.

For more than two months, Guo Xinxin ran outside almost every day, from going out at 6 o'clock in the morning to returning home at 10 o'clock in the evening, squeezing three meals into two meals, and solving them easily, in order to have more time to run business.

His business is to market a cleaning cream.

In July, I only made a turnover of more than 2,000 yuan, and I got a commission of 1,000 yuan, plus a minimum salary of 1,000 yuan, and it was difficult to even eat and wear. But so far this month, it has made a turnover of more than 5,000 yuan, which makes Guo Xinxin work harder and harder.

Song Qian didn't have a very deep impression of Guo Xinxin, but Guo Xinxin had a deep impression of Song Qian: he fell down on the bus, the banknotes were scattered, and then he explained the reporter's secret visit. On top of that, he ended up making a great pitch – a membership card for the East Paris Western Restaurant.

I also have one of this membership card in my hand.

Just then, in the midst of heavy rain, the bus came. There were more than a dozen people squirming on the platform, carrying bags, collecting mobile phones, and pulling cards, all ready to get on the train.

It rained so hard that I missed a bus, and I had to wait a long time. But it can be expected that the car must be very crowded, critical, dripping water stains, wet ground, and it is also very uncomfortable.

There is no way, if you have money, you can drive yourself, without considering the problem of saving money, and taking a taxi is also very neat. If you have to go out and save money, you have to endure all kinds of discomforts such as waiting for a bus, crowding, and getting wet.

"It's 150, you give me another trial pack, don't look for it. Song Qian took out a hundred and fifty and handed them to Guo Xinxin.

The reason why he said that he wanted another trial pack was also to prevent him from giving change. People who do sales are not asking for handouts, so they can't give a thousand yuan, and then say they don't need to look for it.

Guo Xinxin obviously didn't expect such a good customer, while packing four cans of cleaning cream, trial packs, gift sponges, etc. in one bag, he took out two small cans from the bag and put them in: "Okay, I'll give you two more trial packs." ”

……

The bus slowly stops.

"I'll polish your other shoe for you!"

Just as Song Qian raised his leg to get into the car, the man said again.

Song Qian looked down at his two shoes with significantly different levels of cleanliness, and he really felt a little embarrassed. However, the car has already come.

"I'll wipe it myself when I get in the car later. ”

As he spoke, the door opened, and everyone began to squeeze into the car.

"Boom!Citizen Card!" Song Qian got into the car.

"Tick! monthly card!" Guo Xinxin got into the car.

……

"Go inside, let's go inside. ”

There are more people on the bus, and they are all congested at the door, and the driver can only open his mouth to remind. There are several other people on the platform, so it's best to be able to get on the train.

Finally, everyone came up, and the car door was about to close.

"Let me up, let me go up!" a voice squeezed in as the door was about to close.

"I can't even stand up...... "The man in front muttered.

"It's good to get another one. ”

"Don't push me!"

……

For this person who finally caught up with the car and kept pulling the crowd to squeeze in, everyone was very depressed, the key is that this girl is still a fat man, a top two. Of course, in my heart, if I can catch up, I don't want to be left behind.

"Tick! student card!" the man got on the bus to check in.

The driver looked at the person who finally got on the bus and clocked in with a complicated expression, how did he not look like a student. Why doesn't he use an old man's card? It's free!

Song Qian actually wanted to look back at this time, because he felt that the voice was a little familiar, and he felt that it should be someone he knew, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

However, as soon as I got into the car, there were people next to each other at the door, and I couldn't rub my nose with them as soon as I turned around, so I could only move to the middle of the car with the crowd.

"What are you carrying, wet my trouser legs!" suddenly someone said loudly, and then moved to the side. In fact, there wasn't a vacant seat next to him, just that it was tighter next to him, a little further away from what had caused him to wet his trouser legs.

"I'm so wet, who's so immoral!" someone immediately echoed. This person feels that his buttocks and pants on the back of his thighs are sticky.

Afterwards, everyone heard the sound of "rustling", apparently someone got into the car and vigorously turned the umbrella there, causing water to drop everywhere. The crowd was already crowded, and now there was even more commotion. At the same time, everyone has moved away from that "water source".

Song Qian also felt a few drops of water fall on his arm, and was squeezed forward by the person behind him, grabbed the handrail after stumbling, and stood still slightly.

It's depressing enough to take the bus in the rain, and if someone doesn't have some basic public morality and throws an umbrella casually, it's even more annoying, who is this guy?

Song Qian's gaze passed through the crowd and saw the person who had been disgusted by people and gave way to stand in a large space. At this moment, he was still vigorously shaking the drops of water on the umbrella, ignoring the angry or contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

Bao Xiaosong?!

Song Qian's situation in front of him at this moment did not correspond to the information in his brain: Didn't Bao Xiaosong just say in the group that he had set off from a construction site, and he was still sent by a special car...... 8910