Chapter 3 Unsophisticated and naive
“Today’s morning meeting is mainly to report on this month’s performance. Here I criticize Lao Zhang by name. The performance of your three groups is at the bottom again this time.”
Lao Zhang, who was holding a thermos cup and drinking wolfberry tea, stopped drinking water when he heard this.
Dozens of people in the conference room all looked at the three groups.
There is sympathy in the eyes, but also gloating.
"I would like to reiterate here that as a team leader, in addition to developing and maintaining your own customers, you must also focus more on team building.
For those who just hang out all day long People, give up when it’s time to give up and focus on new people with more potential as soon as possible
What our company wants. They are wolves, not gentle sheep. Those who can’t keep up with the team will only drag down the entire team!
How can we compete for the district this year if we can’t even lead our own team! Performance is No. 1..."
Lao Zhang raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zhiping, who was talking endlessly with a dead face, and frowned.
You've been here with guns and sticks since early in the morning, pointing fingers and scolding Huaihuai. You haven't offended this guy recently, have you?
He turned and looked behind him.
Sure enough, that boy Meng Lang was shrugging helplessly at him.
Got it! It seems like it’s this kid again...
...
After half an hour, the meeting ended.
Wang Zhiping called Lao Zhang into the office, and then gave him another blow. Through the glass window, he could see the spittle of the other party spraying towards Lao Zhang.
"Hey! Did you offend someone again?"
Meng Lang was frowning at the battle inside. Next to him was a man with a strong build and a head of 1.8 meters. The man came over and joked.
"I heard it just now. The 'King of Nanbo' was obviously talking about our three groups, and his words were directed towards you..."
This man's name is Ma Qiao, and he is a salesperson in the third group like Meng Lang.
As for the "King of Nanbo", they secretly gave Wang Zhiping the nickname because he was an arrogant leader and always talked about being first in meetings (No. 1).
"Who knew, I just choked him in the elevator. Who knew that his psychological quality was so fragile and he would get involved. Lao Zhang would take the blame for me this time.
Nope. I know if that guy went out without taking his medicine today, and he would quarrel with whoever he saw..." Meng Lang said helplessly.
“Hey! It’s not surprising that you came late. I didn’t know that King Nanbo always has so many days every month.
Most likely, I got angry at home, so I came here to find a pump. "
"Oh? Do you know again? Meng Lang raised his eyebrows.
Looking at his appearance, no one would believe that such a sunny man who is 1.8 meters tall and has the body of a fitness instructor is actually a gossip who loves to gossip.
< br>In the company, everything from interpersonal relationships to There is no gossip that he is not interested in.
"Hey, don't you know, King Nanbo's father-in-law is a core executive of the provincial company headquarters, otherwise you would think that he could sit in this position at this age. , with hundreds of people in charge?
But there is a price for choosing to work harder for twenty years less..." Ma Qiao showed a look that you know.
"What? His wife domestically abused him? "Meng Lang looked excited.
"That's not true, but it should be true that his wife is mentally abusing him. It is said that she weighs no less than this! "Ma Qiao stretched out her index and middle fingers and shook them.
"Hiss~" Meng Lang couldn't help but gasped.
After imagining the scene for a moment, Meng Lang suddenly felt that people have It’s not like I can’t understand it for a few days.
Hateful people must have pity.
It seems a little inhumane to criticize others this morning.
"So, do you understand that you are hitting someone on the gun? I advise you to keep a low profile these days, otherwise you will have to leave soon."
"I'm leaving you. Shouldn't you be happy? "
"Happy, why aren't you happy? Why don't I open a bottle of champagne to celebrate? Since Lao Zhang asked me to take care of you, you said that you have ruined a few of my orders. ”
Thinking of what happened some time ago, Ma Qiao couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
"Just last time, I talked dryly for a long time. I was finally going to buy a participating insurance policy, but you just said, 'After deducting the management fee, the interest will be lower than a bank fixed deposit. '.
Last time, I recommended Selling that million-dollar medical insurance, my dear, you almost analyzed someone’s family history on the spot.
Is there anyone who sells it like this?
I don’t know what special selection is. Nice to say?
Health insurance when you are sick, and money back when you are not sick, this is what people like to hear! "
"But that client is over fifty and has no children. If he saves all his money, not to mention the low dividends, it will be difficult to withdraw it in the future if something urgent happens. .
If you surrender the policy midway, you may get less than half of the money you get back. What will you do with the rest of your life?
As for that million-dollar medical treatment, you don’t know how deceptive the dozens of pages of contract terms are. In the end, it’s up to you whether you can get compensation if you get sick. You have to explain the situation clearly to people, right? ”
Ma Qiao looked at Meng Lang speechlessly.
"I asked you, are you a spy sent by China Ping An, or an undercover agent sent by Pacific Fortune?
Which god trained such a strong general? Are you preparing to dismantle your opponent from within? "
Meng Lang pinched his neck and said, "The ancestral motto of the old Meng family is to be rich and noble through unrighteousness, which is like a floating cloud to me!"
" This seems to be what Confucius said. Mencius and others would be so angry that they would jump out of their coffins if they knew that their descendants actually used this as their ancestral teaching. "
"Huh? , and there is some culture! But don’t you know that Confucius and Mencius have been friends for generations, and our ancestors have taught us that we should not separate our families.”
"Don't bully me for being uneducated. Although Confucius and Mencius were both from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, they were not in the same period at all. They had never met!
Mencius can only be regarded as a disciple of Confucius at best. If we talk about seniority, Mencius would call him master!”
“Hiss~” Meng Lang felt like he was choking on the ink in this guy’s stomach.
“Do you know the biggest cross-border case in the 21st century? It’s an insurance salesman. Instead of studying Carnegie School of Success, he studied ‘Spring and Autumn’ instead!”
“Hey! Don’t think you’re doing it. Salespeople are uneducated. The core of sales is dealing with people, and anything that has anything to do with making money is actually dealing with people.
Regardless of how highly sought after financial and IT talents are nowadays, the job where it is easiest to earn your first million in life is in sales!
The vast majority of domestic small and medium-sized enterprise owners started their career in sales, and more than 50% of the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies had a sales background.
Li Ka-shing, Zong Qinghou, Dong Mingzhu, there are many cases like this. They show their true qualities as heroes when the waves wash away the sand. "
Meng Lang looked at the treasure boy in front of him with a shocked expression.
"I said, are you the rich second generation of a family who came here to experience at the grassroots level? ”
"Hey! Have you noticed it?" Ma Qiao grinned, "Okay, stop pretending. If you weren't so pleasing to my brother, I wouldn't say so much to him as an average person.
How about it, yes? Let’s go have a drink in my Lamborghini”
"Come on, do you think Lambo is a Lamborghini when he puts on a bikini? Let's make a big deal and buy an idol mini."
The two were arguing, "Click!" The door of the office opened After being pushed away, Lao Zhang walked out with a dark face.
"Meng Lang, come with me." Lao Zhang said this and entered the conference room dedicated to the third group.
Under Ma Qiao's teasing gaze, Meng Lang walked in helplessly and closed the door.
I thought I was about to get a scolding, but I didn’t expect that after Lao Zhang sat down, his face changed immediately. He changed back to the calm and calm look of a retired veteran, and drank wolfberry with a relaxed expression. Tea.
"Uh... I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang, for causing trouble for you and Group Three. How about I go apologize to Manager Wang?" Meng Lang said.
"Come on, I don't know about your virtues. I'm probably going to start fighting with him again within three minutes of entering.
Your task now is to pretend that nothing is wrong, be quiet Just be a handsome man!" Lao Zhang rolled his eyes and continued drinking tea.
"Then you won't give me a lecture?"
"Aren't you giving me a lecture?" Lao Zhang banged the table. The movement startled Meng Lang, and he immediately realized what he was doing. Show it to that guy Wang Zhiping.
“Thank you, Uncle Zhang.”
“Hey! Who asked your father to let me take care of you, but to be honest, with your personality, you are really not suitable for sales.
Anyway, with your bottom-line performance, you won’t be able to continue working for a long time
Listen to your uncle, go back to your hometown and inherit your father's pig farm. "
"No! I don’t want to stay in a small county town. How can I go back after finally getting out? "Meng Lang was so stubborn.
"Well, it's a good thing for young people to be hardworking, and I won't stop you. When you're almost beaten, remember to bring something good to your father for me when you go back. "
" Bang, bang, bang! "Lao Zhang took the thermos cup and knocked it hard on the table a few times.
Meng Lang was speechless, "You don't think so highly of me? ”
"Haha! In our line of work, you either have to be evil and ruthless, or you have to be sophisticated but not worldly, smooth yet naive.
You can't do the former, but you can't do the latter... you now "Half of it."
"Really? I just said that I have made some progress! Uncle Zhang, what do you think I am?" Meng Lang's eyes lit up.
Lao Zhang glanced at Meng Lang and took a slow sip of tea.
“Hiss Liu~”
"Unsophisticated and naive."
Meng Lang: "..." (End of this chapter)