Wang Mengmeng stayed with me in the store until the end of the business, and after reaching an agreement, we talked a lot and had a lot of fun, and the days seemed to be drifting back to the past.

After separating from Wang Mengmeng, I am full of melancholy in my heart, others are going in a higher direction, but I am losing and retreating, am I really a "potential stock" as Wang Mengmeng said? I don't know, I still have a bumpy road to walk.

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When I got home, I asked a friend from the advertising agency to design the warranty card design drawing, and finally made it, I plan to sell all the products sold in our store, are in the name of our store for additional extended warranty, and even within a week there is no damage, you can unconditionally exchange, or return, I do this is to increase the trust of consumers in our store, although there will be losses in the initial stage, but in exchange for the trust and goodwill of consumers to increase the opportunity of circular sales is worth it, I am ready to implement this plan with 3000 yuan.

I checked the shopping bag printed with our store logo on the Internet has also been shipped, no accident will be received tomorrow, the reason why I customized the shopping bag, is to hope to form an advertising effect, such a shopping bag is beautifully made, consumers will not use it once to abandon it, if they carry a shopping bag with our store logo shopping, this is not the same as a disguised help us to advertise.

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At the end of the day, I leaned back in the computer chair, pressed my temple, lit a cigarette, I turned off the light, quietly savored the taste of a person, I like this feeling, I am always unusually awake at this time, I use this rare sobriety, continue to think of the next plan, at this time my desire for success has become stronger and stronger.

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Another day passed, I ordered some money, today's business is not ideal, only 652 yuan, the mall's radio has begun to remind customers that the business is about to end, I am also preparing before work, I locked the cash cabinet, and began to clean again, at this time a student girl came over, it seemed to be running over, she was a little panting.

"Boss, do you still have that white men's CK wallet?" She asked me expectantly.

"Yes." I said I'm going to get it for her.

She said to me very happily: "This wallet, my friend bought one for her boyfriend, it is really stylish, tomorrow is my boyfriend's birthday, I also want to buy one for him." ”

I smiled and said, "For my boyfriend, then I have to pack it for you, what's your boyfriend's name?" ”

The girl didn't seem to understand what I meant, but she told me her boyfriend's name anyway: "Jia Ming." ”

I nodded, and added the girl's name to the back of the high-end photo paper with the beautiful picture color, "Xiluo Men's Supplies Store wishes Mr. Jia Ming a happy birthday", and asked her to say some blessings.

I packed the wallet, handed it to the girl, and said, "Our store supports personalized customization, these are free, welcome to come back next time." ”

The girl seemed very happy, repeatedly promised to introduce friends over, and I also gave her a thin multi-functional blade, this thing in the wallet does not take up space is also very practical, boys generally like it, and the girl is more satisfied, even praise our store business is humane enough, but also praise my unique vision, this wallet is very stylish.

Looking at the back of the girl's departure, I smiled, and I also had a little confidence in my heart, which proves that some of the work done in the early stage has played a role, and formed a word-of-mouth spread among consumers, I believe that as long as I persevere in doing it, the number of consumers will grow geometrically.

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Recently, I was so busy that I forgot to charge the electric car, and on the way home, I had to push the electric car, struggling to move forward, and the sky was sporadically fluttering with snowflakes, which was the second snow of this winter.

A gust of cold wind, blowing the snowflakes up and down, I was a little cold, so I trotted up, trying to warm up, a shop that was open all night was full of New Year's songs, I realized that there was less than half a month to go before the New Year.

I lost my mind for a while, the mall is open 365 days a year, I probably won't be able to go home this year, I'm going to spend it alone, I'm a little sad, it's been almost two years since I graduated, I have very little time to spend with my family, and I haven't repaid my parents for anything, I feel like my former self is a bit mixed.

I was a little tired, I stopped the car, sat on the stool on the platform and silently lit a cigarette, the last train stopped in front of me, and quickly closed the door and started to leave, the air was filled with disgusting car exhaust, but the street lights were distorted and reflected in the windows, a blurry splendor.

In a store that was still open, Lin Fan's "Living Alone" happened to float in, and I smiled, and naturally thought of Mo Han, how is she doing now? Have you stepped out of the shadows? I think she's recovered, she's not under life or material pressure, it's just emotional wounds, it's not that hard to heal, at least that's what I think.

I took out my headphones, played "Living Alone" and opened the text messages with Mo Han before, and my emotions repeated the joy and sorrow with the content of the message.

Mo Han and I haven't been in touch for three days, people are sometimes like this, even if they used to think about each other, once they were separated, the relationship slowly faded, and finally became strangers who were once familiar, Mo Han and I have such a trend at this time, and I don't plan to contact her, which is good, even if I am often tormented by loneliness and loneliness.

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I'm 26 years old, too many memories, too many pasts, often choke my breath, in order to make myself feel better, I never touch these memories easily, so I treat love more and more lightly, this kind of downplay makes me have a feeling of pleasure in pain.

In my distraction, my text message beep rang again, I picked it up and looked at it, my heart swelled with joy, was it Mo Han sent me, or was it an MMS, this is a photo of her wearing sunglasses and a hat eating ice cream, or is it as beautiful as ever.

Mo Han shared her life with me again via MMS, but I didn't reply, stuffed the phone into my pocket, and pushed the electric car silently forward.

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