"For an excellent marketer, sales knowledge is undoubtedly a must-master, and sellers who do not have knowledge as a foundation can only be regarded as speculation and cannot experience the fun of real sales."

"A successful sales pitch is not a story that happens by chance, it is the result of learning, planning and the accumulation of knowledge and skills of a salesman over a long period of time......"

"The preparation before the sales, the planning work, must not be ignored and despised to be prepared, you can only win when you are prepared, you also began to see, I observed at the door for more than two hours, I was observing the expression, dress, temperament of each customer, so to judge whether they are potential consumers......"

……

"What are you doing?"

When a group of beauties surrounded Zhang Yang and asked this and that, Aunt Yan came down from upstairs alone, and when she saw everyone chattering, she couldn't help frowning, although it was only a slight wrinkle, but it gave Zhang Yang a sense of majesty, and several female employees were immediately silent.

"Aunt Yan, no...... Didn't do anything...... Let's ask Zhang Yang how to buy clothes......" Liu Di saw Aunt Yan's gaze fall on her, and said weakly, it seems that everyone here is afraid of Aunt Yan, who looks very gentle.

"Just sold your clothes?"

"Mmmm, I sold more than 160,000 a whole set of clothes." Liu Yan seemed a little excited when he talked about the data, obviously, the turnover of the noble city was very bleak, so that she sold 160,000 at a time, and she, the foreman, couldn't control her excitement.

"Not bad, not bad." Aunt Yan's eyes fell on Zhang Yang's body, and then she noticed that Zhang Yang had changed his clothes, and he was full of that elegant and mysterious temperament, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Okay, that's it, it's okay for you to learn more from each other, I'll go to the gym to have a look." ”

"Aunt Yan is good to go."

"Aunt Yan is good to go!"

……

Looking at Aunt Yan who was leaving, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be in a daze, thinking that he would get some praise or something, but he knew that Aunt Yan just said a few good words, and when she said it, she didn't seem to pay attention to it at all.

It stands to reason that such a serious loss-making store has a turnover of more than 100,000 at a time, which should be something worth celebrating, why doesn't Aunt Yan seem to care about it at all?

Why?

There is only one possibility, that is, this loss is not placed in Aunt Yan's heart at all.

"Little brother, here he comes, someone called just now, he is on vacation tomorrow, he may have to go out for a few days, hurry up......!" While he was thinking wildly, the fat man had already run in with a large bag of things, and a large roll of rice paper was still under his armpit.

"Mm-hmm, put it on the coffee table."

Zhang Yang and the fat man came to the huge marble coffee table and laid the rice paper on the coffee table, at this time, some employees of the noble city were curious to surround them, which made Zhang Yang very depressed, the girl seemed to have set a lot of rules for him, but these female employees did not seem to have the slightest restraint.

Big sisters, I'm at work right now!

Zhang Yang suddenly understood one of the reasons why the business of this store was not good, obviously, the management of this store was a bit problematic, at least, the discipline was relatively loose......

Soon, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were soon ready, and a purple sheep hair was selected, and the brush was also moistened with water, and the pen was also wet with water, of course, it was impossible to prepare the four treasures of the study, and now the society is estimated to be extinct with the inkstone.

When he was a child, Zhang Yang's greatest wish was to learn from the ancients, find a woman who can add fragrance to her red sleeves, and polish the ink for herself under the lamp.

Looking at the stretched rice paper, Zhang Yang who held the brush couldn't help but sigh, he began to write at the age of five, and at the age of nine he had begun to write couplet inscriptions for the nearby villagers, and after reading the third year, it began to be deserted, and now he picked up the brush, and there was a strange feeling.

Everyone is full of curiosity about Zhang Yang, calligraphy, for China, the ancient quintessence, has become more and more distant from the ordinary people, which has become a craft that everyone knows, but can not do.

Once upon a time, calligraphy was a compulsory course in every China, in modern society, many people can't even write pen, not to mention calligraphy, some children are more enthusiastic about computer games, or use the keyboard to type out symbols one by one, perhaps, in a few years, calligraphy will become another lost civilization in China.

Zhang Yang began to close his eyes in front of everyone, and his face was full of divine piety, that is, the people around him were infected by him, as if Zhang Yang was holding a grand religious ceremony.

Zhang Yang is brewing, brewing that long-lost feeling!

Brew that majestic momentum!

Calligraphy is important in spirit, momentum, layout, and brewing, which is the most important link!

This is the habit of publicity, he likes the ancient culture of China, he likes the feeling of frustration and jumping, the text is a kind of venting, but also a kind of expression of thought, leaping on the paper surface, can resonate with the viewer's association. Of course, Zhang Yang does not agree with the word as it is!

"What do you write?"

Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes, revealing a sense of elegant and literary atmosphere, seeing that the people around him were stunned, Zhang Yang now feels too special, the aristocratic atmosphere is gone, the elegant and tasteful movements are gone, replaced by a kind of elegance that makes people feel faint......

What kind of person is he?

Almost most of the employees have such a question in their heads, Zhang Yang is like the Monkey King, except for the occasional obscenity, every action expression is full of a bewitching charm, and there is a trace of bewitchment in that charm, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.

"Hmm...... Let's be bright...... "The fat man was not infected much by Zhang Yang's temperament, after all, he is a male surname, and he is older, his surname personality has been formed, and he is also a person who has seen the world, of course, it is not that he has no feelings, but relatively speaking, it is not as strong as those girls with strong plastic surnames.

"Huatang Shine......" flamboyant paused, "Okay......"

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 racks his brains for gifts. The four words "Huatang Shenghui" are the four words that Zhang Yang writes the most, because, when he was in the countryside, whenever someone built a new house, Zhang Yang would write these four words on red paper and send them to the door to eat a meal.

Zhang Yang condensed and refreshed, and suddenly, the brush in his hand suddenly fell, and everyone was shocked, and the momentum of the static and moving Qianjun seemed to affect their hearts......

Pen walk dragon snake!

Flow like water!

Run wild!

Tiger Leaping Dragon!

……

Almost between a few breathing pauses, the four words "Huatang Shenghui" have jumped on the paper, looking at the four words, everyone breathes heavily, they don't understand calligraphy, everyone can't understand where it is good, but they can understand whether the words are beautiful or not, beautiful or not, not to mention, although the quintessence of calligraphy will not much, most of the Chinese people still have a certain ability to appreciate, after all, every New Year's festival has to post couplets on the door, more or less on the Chinese people still have some influence and edification.

"What? What a mess! ”

Just when everyone was looking at the four words, feeling that the pen was falling, and the dragon and snake were leaving, an angry and sweet voice sounded.

"It's the other way around, get all this garbage here, we're not street performers......" The girl jumped down the stairs in a rage, and at this time she had changed into a green dress, very Shujing, but unfortunately her hair and movements ruined the beauty, but like an angry green dinosaur.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Yang was furious, a huge power spontaneously arose, what he hated most was that someone treated this kind of sacred thing as an entertainer, and it was precisely because of this idea that Zhang Yang now easily stopped writing.

"You, ......" The girl first looked abrupt, and immediately, her face was flushed with anger, pointing at Zhang Yang and stammering speechless, and the tears in her eyes swirled.

Apparently, this is a child who has been over-spoiled.

The surrounding employees also looked at Zhang Yang with a shocked face, and in that shock, there was also a trace of fear...... The fat man was a little inexplicable, he didn't understand what was going on, and Zhang Yang's sudden burst of momentum just now made his heart palpitate.

"Forget it, I'll ...... go"

Zhang Yang also came to his senses, sighed, sighed to himself that he was unlucky, gently untied his tie, took off his suit, and walked to the locker room.

"Ah...... No, no......"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look back, only to see the girl's eyes staring at the words on the table, with a demented expression, and tears suddenly flowed from her eyes, and the tears were like a faucet that couldn't be closed......

The girl squatted down gently, her white and tender hands gently stroking the white rice paper, with a cautious expression, as if she was worshipping the holy relics.

"Sister Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, don't cry, I'll just ...... when I go" Zhang Yang's head suddenly became bigger, he was most afraid of seeing a woman crying.

"You wrote that?" The girl was still staring at the paper, with a look of distraction.

"Yes......"

Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, I don't have to be so excited when I wrote, although my handwriting is better and I am handsome, but I am not so excited.

"Can you help me write a pair of words?" The girl raised her tearful face, looked at Zhang Yang, with a begging expression, where is the arrogance at the beginning, at this time, the girl is like a poor child, a poor child who can't find a home and gets lost.

"Brother, it's not too early, you can get busy with your business first!" Zhang Yang glanced at the tearful girl and turned back to the fat man.

"That's okay, little brother is slowly busy, I'll tell you good news." The fat man looked at the people around him and knew that he was not suitable to stay here, so he hurriedly squatted down and wanted to roll up the calligraphy work and leave.

"No, it's my ......"

The girl with tears in her eyes glared at the fat man, and suddenly said sharply, pressing her hands tightly on the rice paper, for fear that others would snatch it away.

The hall was suddenly cold, the girl's cold face showed supreme authority, the fat man's hand retracted as if he was electrocuted, and he looked at the girl in surprise, while the other employees had a pale face, miserable, and the boss was angry......

Not only was the fat man surprised, but Zhang Yang was all sluggish, and the girl's sudden burst of momentum gave him an idea that he didn't dare to disobey, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel shocked.

Who can cultivate such a fierce momentum for a girl?

The fat man was pressed by the girl's anger, so he didn't dare to move at all, so he could only look at Zhang Yang pitifully.

"Swallow...... Sister Yan...... I'll write you a new one......"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, you let him take ......"

"Hee-hee, okay, write according to my request."

The girl's fierce momentum suddenly disappeared invisible, and she burst into laughter, with an innocent and lovely expression, where is the feeling that makes people palpitate at the beginning, and it is not clear whether it was an illusion just now.

"Mm-hmm, you can write whatever you want."

"You said it."

The girl smiled coquettishly, let go of her hands pressed on the rice paper, the fat man wiped the sweat on his face, and quickly rolled up the rice paper and didn't leave, even if he said hello to Zhang Yang, he forgot to call.

This shop is a bit weird, obviously just buying clothes and a girl, why is it giving people so much psychological pressure, and the fat man who walked out of the door is still wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Sister Yan, what do you want to write?" Seeing the fat man go out, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, people are here to buy clothes, not to be angry, not to come to see the play, now that the fat man is gone, Zhang Yang is also relaxed, waiting for this little aunt and grandmother is not good, it's a big deal to leave, with the successful case of the fat man, Zhang Yang's confidence has been greatly increased, and he believes that it is too easy for him to make money now.

"Great Qin's iron armor is like a cloud!"

The girl read out a few words, and there was a hint of fanaticism in her eyes, a hint of ethereal, a hint of sadness, a hint of melancholy, this is a very complex expression, Zhang Yang can't describe this expression, but he is sure that these words must contain some meaning.

Soon, six words came to life.

"Like...... It's really like ......" The girl squeezed Zhang Yang away, walked to the front of the coffee table and squatted gently, trembling her hands, gently stroking, gently stroking, as if, this calligraphy work is like her first love.

"Can I not leave you behind?" The girl looked up at Zhang Yang with a begging expression.

"Ahem...... So what does it fall on? ”

"Wang Hao!"

"Oh......"

……

After gently mentioning the name and time, Zhang Yang couldn't help but pay careful attention to the girl, the girl seemed to be a different person at this time, the beginning of the sunshine was gone, and her face was full of melancholy, as if she had a heavy mind.

"Thanks......"

The girl looked at the calligraphy on the coffee table in a daze, and when the ink was dry, the girl was very careful to sandwich the calligraphy work between two blank pieces of rice paper, and then carefully rolled it up and hugged it to her chest and walked to the stairs a little unwillingly.

"That...... Sister Yan, what about me? ”

"Ah...... You...... Stay, well, you scolded me just now, hum, and told me to shut up and fine Wu Baiyuan! Sister Xiaoqing wrote it down" The girl was stunned at first, and her sad face suddenly smiled, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, making the entire noble city light up, and those employees breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Five hundred ......" Zhang Yang looked at the girl who disappeared on the stairs in a daze, he could only be speechless, at this rate, the hard-earned money will be deducted, next time you have to pay attention!

"Publicity!" When the girl disappeared, Liu Yan looked at Zhang Yang with an angry face, and suddenly shouted, which scared Zhang Yang away.

"Ah......h

"I tell you, if you dare to talk like that to Miss, I'll ...... I ......" Liu was in a hurry, his neck was red, and he stammered and didn't know what to say.

"What am I?" Zhang Xiang still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"I'll bite you to death, huh!" Liu Di was so angry that his eyebrows were upside down.

"Come on, bite me......" Zhang Yang looked at the puffing up, with a hint of blush on his face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Zhang Yang, I'm not joking with you, pay attention in the future, if Aunt Yan knows, the consequences will be very serious." Liu Dark's face was cold.

Looking at Liu Di's expression, Zhang Yang looked at the other girls again, and realized that now he had almost become the public enemy of the noble city, and everyone had a hostile expression.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, it was definitely not a very pleasant thing to be hated by so many girls.

It's strange that that stupid girl is so popular, it's a bit incredible.

"That'...... Otherwise, I'll go upstairs and apologize......" Zhang Yang looked at Liu Darkly cautiously.

"Uh-huh, let's go, it's time for dinner!"

……

Zhang Yang packed up the pen and ink and walked up the stairs, and couldn't help but sigh again, this staircase is completely solid wood, full of European style, some of the patterns on it are carved very finely, presumably, this should be hand-carved.

On the walls of the staircase are small oil paintings, all of which are landscape flowers, adding a touch of vitality to the dull and heavy European style.

When he went up to the second floor, Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned, there was an automatic glass door on the second floor, when he approached the glass door, it was strange that the glass door was not opened, and there was a password input device on the right side of the glass door.

Isn't this a place to do business?

Zhang Yang is a little inexplicable, the second floor of a store is generally a place of business, I can't imagine that it is closed, you can see it from the glass door, the girl is facing him with her back, what is she looking at, but Zhang Yang's angle can't see what it is.

"Dangdang ......"

The glass door made a pleasant sound under the knock of her fingers, and the girl glanced outside, as if she pressed the remote control or something on the coffee table, and the glass door slid open silently.

"Is there something wrong?" The girl didn't seem to be in high spirits, but just glanced at Zhang Yang, and then looked at the wall in the distance.

"It's okay, it's okay, come and see ......," Zhang Yang said with a dry smile.

"Just go out to work if you have nothing to do, it's working time." The girl gave a blank look, and did not blame in particular, obviously, the calligraphy work played a big role.

"Oh...... Yes...... This ...... Who wrote this? ”

Zhang Yang followed the girl's gaze to the wall, and saw a calligraphy work on the wall, which was written "Daqin Iron Armor is like a cloud", and the signature was also "Wang Hao".

This calligraphy is strikingly similar to his handwriting, of course, the difference in the font and pen is still very large, but, in terms of style and verve, the similarity has reached almost 90 percent, if this pair of characters is not printed, he will definitely think that this is the one he started to write.

"My father, my father was the greatest man in the world!"

The girl had a proud expression, even a little smug, and in an instant, she returned to her brutal appearance.

It's another girl with a father-love complex, Zhang Yang sighed and looked at the girl's colorful exploding hair, if there was no messy hair, it would be really perfect, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel a little sorry when he looked at the girl's cute expression.

"Why print?" Zhang Yang was a little puzzled.

(To be continued)