"For an excellent marketer, sales knowledge is undoubtedly a must. A salesperson without knowledge as a foundation can only be regarded as speculation and cannot experience the fun of real sales."

"A successful sales promotion is not a story that happens by chance. It is the result of learning, planning, and a salesperson's long-term accumulation of knowledge and application of skills..."

"Preparation and planning work before sales must not be ignored or underestimated. Only when you are prepared can you be sure of victory. You have also begun to see that I was observing at the door for more than two hours. I was observing the expressions of every customer.

, clothing, and temperament, so as to judge whether they are potential consumers..."

…

"What are you doing?"

While a group of beauties were surrounding Zhang Yang asking questions, Aunt Yan came down from upstairs alone. Seeing everyone chattering, she couldn't help but frown. Although it was only a slight frown, it gave Zhang Yang a feeling of incomparable majesty.

, and several female employees immediately fell silent.

"Aunt Yan, no...nothing...let's ask Zhang Yang how to buy clothes..." Liu An saw Aunt Yan's eyes falling on her and said weakly, it seems that everyone here is afraid.

Very gentle Aunt Yan.

"Just sold the clothes?"

"Hmm, I sold a whole set of clothes for more than 160,000 yuan." Liu An seemed a little excited when talking about the data. Obviously, the turnover of Noble City was very bleak, so much so that she, the foreman, couldn't control it even after selling 160,000 yuan at a time.

Live with excitement.

"Not bad, not bad." Aunt Yan's eyes fell on Zhang Yang, and then she noticed that Zhang Yang had changed his clothes, exuding an elegant and mysterious temperament. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Okay, that's it, you guys

It’s good to learn more from each other, I’ll go to the gym and check it out.”

"It's easy to go, Aunt Yan."

"Have a good time, Aunt Yan!"

…

Looking at Aunt Yan leaving, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel dazed for a while. He thought he would get some praise or something, but he knew that Aunt Yan only said a few good words, and she said them calmly, as if she didn't take it to heart at all.

Logically speaking, it should be something worth celebrating for such a severely loss-making store to have a turnover of more than 100,000 yuan at a time. Why does Aunt Yan not seem to take it to heart at all?

Why?

There is only one possibility, that is, this loss is not on Aunt Yan's mind at all.

"Brother, here, here, someone called just now. He is on vacation tomorrow and may have to go out for a few days. You have to hurry up...!" While Zhang Yang was thinking wildly, the fat man had already run away with a large bag of things.

When I came in, there was a large roll of rice paper tucked under my arm.

"Yeah, put it on the coffee table."

Zhang Yang and Fatty came to the huge marble coffee table and spread rice paper on the coffee table. At this time, some employees from Noble City gathered around curiously. This made Zhang Yang very depressed. The girl seemed to have set a lot of rules for him.

, however, these female employees seem to have no restraint at all.

Sisters, you are at work now!

Zhang Yang suddenly understood one of the reasons for the poor business of this store. Obviously, there is something wrong with the management of this store. At least, the discipline is relatively loose...

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were quickly prepared. I chose a purple goat hair. The brush was also moistened with water and spread out. The brush was also wet with water. Of course, it is impossible to prepare all the four treasures of the study. In today's society

People who use inkstones to grind ink are probably going extinct.

When he was a child, Zhang Yang's biggest wish was to learn from the ancients, find a woman who could add fragrance to her red sleeves, and polish ink for him under the lamp. How happy life would be if he splashed ink with a brush.

Looking at the stretched rice paper, Zhang Yang, who was holding the brush, couldn't help but sigh. He started writing at the age of five. He had already started writing couplets and inscriptions for nearby villagers at the age of nine. After finishing his junior year in college, he started to neglect his work. Now when he picks up the brush, he actually has a kind of feeling.

Strange feeling.

Everyone is full of curiosity about Zhang Yang. Calligraphy, the ancient quintessence of China, has become more and more distant from the ordinary people. It has become a craft that everyone knows but cannot master.

Once upon a time, calligraphy was a compulsory course for every Chinese. In modern society, many people can’t even write with a pen, let alone calligraphy. Some children are more interested in computer games, or use the keyboard to type out symbols one by one, maybe, a few

Years from now, calligraphy will become another lost civilization in China.

In full view of everyone, Zhang Yang began to close his eyes, his face filled with a divine and pious light. Everyone around him was infected by him, as if Zhang Yang was holding a grand religious ceremony.

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

Brew up that majestic momentum!

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

This is Zhang Yang's habit. He likes the ancient Chinese culture. He likes the feeling of jumping and jumping. Writing is a kind of vent and an expression of thoughts. It jumps over the paper and can arouse the resonance of the viewer.

.Of course, Zhang Yang does not agree that words are like people!

"What words should I write?"

Zhang Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sense of elegant grace all over his body. Everyone around him was stunned. Zhang Yang felt so special now. The aristocratic aura was gone, and the elegant and tasteful movements were gone.

, replaced by a kind of elegance that makes people feel...

What kind of person is he?

This question has arisen in the minds of almost most of the employees. Zhang Yang is like the ever-changing Sun Wukong. Except for the occasional naughty expression, every movement and expression is full of a bewitching charm, and there is a hint of enchantment in that charm.

, making people unable to extricate themselves.

"Well... let's just make the palace shine..." The fat man was not much affected by Zhang Yang's temperament. After all, he is a male, and he is older. His personality and personality have already been formed, and he has seen the big world.

Of course, that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings, but relatively speaking, they are not as strong as those girls who are very malleable.

"The hall is brilliant..." Zhang Yang hesitated, "Okay..."

Zhang Yang sighed inwardly. Although this fat man is a successful man, his taste is terrible. No wonder he racks his brains for giving gifts. The four words "Hua Tang Sheng Hui" are the four words Zhang Yang writes most.

word, because when he was in the countryside, whenever someone built a new house, Zhang Yang would write these four words on red paper and deliver it to his door for a meal.

Zhang Yang gathered his energy and refreshed himself. Suddenly, the brush in his hand fell down suddenly. Everyone was shocked. The moment of silence and movement seemed to affect their hearts...

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake!

Flows as fast as water!

Run wildly!

The tiger leaps and the dragon soars!

…

Almost within a few breath pauses, the four words "Huatang Shenghui" have appeared on the paper. Looking at these four words, everyone took a deep breath. They don't know calligraphy, and everyone can't understand what's so good about it, but

, they can understand whether the calligraphy is beautiful or beautiful, not to mention, although not many people know the quintessence of calligraphy, most Chinese people still have a certain ability to appreciate it. After all, people have to post couplets on their doors during festivals.

, it still has some influence and influence on the Chinese people.

"What are you doing? What a mess!"

Just as everyone was looking at the four words, feeling that the pen was at a critical moment, and the dragon was swimming and the snake was running away, an angry and sweet voice sounded.

"Really, we brought all this rubbish here. We are not street performers..." The girl jumped down from the stairs angrily. At this time, she had already changed into a set of green ones.

The dress is very quiet, but unfortunately her hair and movements ruin the beauty, making her look like an angry green dinosaur.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Yang was furious, and a huge power arose spontaneously. What he hated most was that someone would treat such a sacred thing as a show. It was precisely because of this idea that Zhang Yang stopped writing easily.

"You, you..." The girl looked stunned at first, and immediately her face turned red with anger. She pointed at Zhang Yang and stammered, unable to speak, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Obviously, this is an over-spoiled child.

The surrounding employees also looked at Zhang Yang in shock. There was also a hint of fear in the shock... But Fatty was a little confused and didn't understand what was happening. Zhang Yang's sudden burst of momentum just now made him palpitate.

"Forget it, I'm leaving..."

Zhang Yang also came to his senses, sighed, lamenting his misfortune, gently untied his tie, took off his suit, and walked to the dressing room.

"Ah... no no..."

Zhang Yang was stunned and couldn't help but look back. He saw the girl's eyes staring closely at the words on the table, with a stupid expression on her face. Tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and the tears were like a faucet that couldn't be turned off...

The girl squatted down gently, her white hands gently stroking the white rice paper, with a careful expression, as if she was worshiping a holy object.

"Sister Yan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Don't cry. I just left..." Zhang Yang's head suddenly grew bigger. He was most afraid of seeing a woman cry.

"Did you write this word?" The girl was still staring at the paper with a distracted expression.

"Yes……"

Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, I wrote it so there is no need to be so excited. Although my handwriting is better and I am more handsome, I am not so excited.

"Can you write a calligraphy for me?" The girl raised her face with tears on her face and looked at Zhang Yang with a begging expression. Where was the arrogance from the beginning? At this time, the girl was like a poor child.

, a poor child who is lost and cannot find his home.

"Brother, it's getting late now, you should go about your business first!" Zhang Yang glanced at the tearful girl and turned back to the fat man.

"Okay, little brother, I will be busy slowly. I will tell you some good news." The fat man looked at the people around him and knew that he was not suitable to stay here. He hurriedly knelt down to roll up his calligraphy works and leave.

"No, this is mine..."

The tearful girl stared at the fat man and suddenly said sternly, pressing her hands tightly on the rice paper, as if she was afraid that others would snatch it away.

The hall suddenly became cold, and the girl's cold face showed supreme authority. The fat man retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, and looked at the girl in surprise, while the other employees' faces were pale.
To be continued...