174 kill two birds with one stone

Mr. Wu looked up at Pan Lang and was a little angry. Some time ago, he contacted Shang Yuan every day and wanted to persuade Shang Yuan to sell the photo. 500,000 US dollars was not a small amount. As a result, Shang Yuan regarded money as feces and didn't care about it at all. He kept a few photos that could be washed casually. I won't sell it.

He looked up at Pan Lang. No matter how the business is done, he can make a large amount of income, so he did not complain and asked directly, "Why do you agree to sell that photo?"

He must ask clearly first, otherwise he will try his best to contact the buyer again, and Shang Yuan still doesn't sell it, which really offends the big customer.

Who knows if he will want to come to the exhibition hall to buy other works in the future.

Pan Lang was stunned. The ownership of the photo was bright and happy, and it did not belong to him.

When he thought of this method in his mind, he hurried in, but he did not get Shang Yuan's consent. He looked at Mr. Wu's questioning eyes, thought of Shang Yuan's usual behavior, and whispered, "Yes, we want to sell that photo. Mr. Wu, please contact the buyer."

Of course, he would not directly ask Mr. Wu for the buyer's contact information, because his work income is to draw commissions from the transaction, so he looked at Mr. Wu with anticipation.

Mr. Wu nodded, gently dialed an international long distance, and spoke a few words of English fluently to the opposite side. Then he turned his head and said to Pan Lang, "The buyer is not in the company now. His secretary has to wait for him to come back before asking him about this matter."

Pan Lang nodded, and Mr. Wu continued, "As long as you can guarantee that the photos can be sold, I will contact you as soon as I have any news."

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Pan Lang has been working in Brilliant Happiness for a period of time. The monk Yuan has a deep contact, but Pan Lang feels that he doesn't know Shang Yuan yet.

Some people are willing to pay $500,000 to buy photos, which are expensive works of art, but they can't be seen anything special in bright happiness. They hang casually on the corridor outside Shangyuan's office like the works in other studios. Every time they come out of Shangyuan's office, you can see Xin Tian's photo at first sight. A piece.

People come and go there. Pan Lang sometimes thinks that as long as someone is on duty at night, he will steal it if he wants to steal it.

It was very late after he finished shooting today. There was almost no one left in the photo studio. Pan Lang's eyes kept staring at the photo.

He raised his head slightly. If he took this photo and gave it to Mr. Wu, he would have a large amount of money to buy the kindergarten, and the children in the charity kindergarten had a place to settle down.

He looked at the photo, and there was another mysterious beauty in the photo. He suddenly thought of the buyer who insisted on buying the painting for the person in the photo.

One by one, the staff packed up their things and left. The whole bright happiness fell into darkness from the glittering glass hall in the night. There was only a small light on the corridor. Pan Lang looked at the photo quietly for a long time, sighed gently, and turned to leave.

The light in an office inside suddenly lit up. Shang Yuan came out of it, looked at him, and asked softly, "Do you want this photo?"

Pan Lang was stunned. Shang Yuan had been in the office, so he had always known that he had stayed in front of this photo and doubted whether he wanted to steal.

Pan Lang flashed the idea, turned his head but nodded honestly, and then said, "Mr. Shang, it's just right before you left. Can you sell this photo?"

Shang Yuan looked at him. The big boy's glazed eyes were so eager to impress him, which made him see another similar and shiny face in front of him. He asked softly, "Are you short of money? How much is it from the company first?"

Pan Lang shook his head and whispered, "It's much worse."

Shang Yuan was a little stunned, thought about it for a few seconds, and whispered, "Then sell it. If it's not enough, let's talk."

Pan Lang felt a little warm in his heart. He didn't even ask anything, but he didn't really take it away like that. He whispered, "Mr. Shang, the money in this photo will be deducted from my salary for 20 years." He paused and said seriously, "I'll prepare a contract tomorrow."

When Shang Yuan heard his words, he laughed loudly. The peach blossom eyes narrowed into a crescent moon and whispered, "Take it away quickly. At this time, it's not certain whether you can sell it now. Why did you sign a 20-year-old deed first?"

Pan Lang also smiled. Shang Yuan shook his head gently and watched him take off the photo and hang it back. His face was a little surprised.

Pan Lang continued, "It's still hanging here. My place is more messy. I'm afraid I'll break it."

He now lives in the kindergarten. He has many children, and the group of people in charge of demolition come to make trouble every day, but he still can't take this photo back now.

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Tina rubbed her head, looked at the documents spread all over the table, and exhaled gently.

Sales staff are in intensive recruitment. When interviewing for some important positions, such as regional managers, cinema managers, etc., she has to interview with colleagues in human resources. She regards this kind of interview as both an opportunity to select talents and as an opportunity to learn, killing two birds with one stone, especially when asking some situational questions. She puts in questions that she is not familiar with medical marketing, and then raises them in the interview as if nothing had happened.

Through the analysis of the answers of those practitioners who have been working for many years, finding what she thinks is the most suitable method is indeed stealing teachers, but there is nothing she can do.

And these solutions to the problem were compiled by her into the salesperson training manual.

Training is a must. No matter how experienced the salesperson is, he should instill some new ideas in him after joining Suxintang, and he should also be branded as Suxintang.

Tina sat in front of the computer, filled in the information in her hand, the good cases found in the interview, good solutions, straightened out her thoughts, and then filled in.

It was not until it came to an end that I straightened up and shook my neck, and the window was already full of moons and stars.

The door of the office was gently knocked, and Tina invited in. Luo Qunhang pushed the door from the outside and came in. At a glance, she was still working in the desk. Her eyes stopped slightly and said with a smile, "Why are you very busy at work? Pay attention to the combination of work and rest. Don't work too hard."