"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 was sympathy and gloating in his eyes.
“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 mess around all day long, give up when it’s time to give up and focus your energy on new people with more potential as soon as possible.
What our company wants is a wolf, not a gentle sheep. People who can’t keep up with the team will only drag down the entire team!
If we can’t even lead our own team well, how can we compete for the top spot in the district’s performance this year..."
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.
Yeah! Looks like it’s this kid again...
…
After half an hour, the meeting ended.
However, Wang Zhiping called Lao Zhang into the office, and then gave him another blow. Through the glass window, he could see the other party's spittle spraying towards Lao Zhang.
"Hey! Did you offend someone again?"
Meng Lang was frowning as he watched the battle inside, when a tall and muscular man with a short hair, about 1.8 meters tall, 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 like Meng Lang, he is a salesperson in the third group.
As for the "King of Nanbo", they secretly gave Wang Zhiping the nickname because he was an arrogant leader and always wanted to be first in meetings (No. 1).
"Who knew, I just choked him in the elevator. Who knew that my psychological quality was so fragile that I would get involved. This time, Lao Zhang would take the blame for me.
I don’t know if that guy went out without taking his medicine today, and he quarreled 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? You know it again?" Meng Lang raised his eyebrows.
Judging from 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.
From interpersonal relationships to gossip, there is nothing in the company that he is not interested in.
"Hey, don't you know? King Nanbo's father-in-law is a core executive at the provincial company headquarters. Otherwise, do you think he can sit in this position at this age and be in charge of hundreds of people?
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 must be true that his wife is mentally abusing him. It is said that she weighs more than this!" Ma Qiao stretched out his 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 it was not incomprehensible for people to have so many days every month.
Hateful people must have pity.
It seemed a little inhumane for me to retaliate against others this morning.
"So, do you understand that you have hit someone's gunpoint? I advise you to keep a low profile these days, otherwise you will have to leave soon."
"Shouldn't you be happy that I'm gone?"
"I'm happy. Why aren't you happy? Why don't I open a bottle of champagne to celebrate? Ever since Lao Zhang asked me to take care of you, you said you've 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. Someone was finally going to buy a participating insurance policy, and you just said, 'After deducting the management fee, the interest is lower than a bank fixed deposit.'
Last time, I was selling that million-dollar medical insurance, and my dear, you almost analyzed the family medical history on the spot.
I said, is there anyone who does sales like this?
I don’t know what it means to choose something nice to say?
If you are sick, you will be protected, and if you are not sick, you will get money back. This is what people like to hear!"
"But the client is over fifty and has no children. If all the money is deposited, not to mention the low dividends, it will be difficult to withdraw it if something urgent happens along the way.
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?
And you don’t know how deceptive the multi-million-dollar medical treatment contract terms are, which are dozens of pages long. 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?
Who on earth was the god who trained such a fierce 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, unrighteousness leads to wealth and honor, 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 precepts."
"Huh? I can't tell that in addition to muscles, there is also some culture in my mind! But you don't know, Confucius and Mencius have been friends for generations. We are family friends, and the ancestral precepts do not separate 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, and they had never met!
At best, Mencius can only be regarded as a disciple of Confucius. In terms of 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 was an insurance salesman. Instead of studying Carnegie School of Success, he changed to 'Spring and Autumn'!"
"Hey! Don't think that those who work in sales are uneducated. The core of sales is dealing with people, and anything in the world that has anything to do with making money is actually dealing with people.
Regardless of how much sought-after financial and IT talents are these days, 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 colors as heroes when the waves wash away the sand."
Meng Lang looked at the treasure boy in front of him in shock.
"I said, are you the second generation of a rich family who came here to gain experience at the grassroots level?"
"Hey! Have you noticed?" 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 taking my Lamborghini and having a drink when you have time?"
"Come on, do you think Lambo is a Lamborghini when he puts on a bikini? Let's make a big deal and buy a Wuling Mini."
The two were arguing when, "Click!" the office door was pushed open, and 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 be scolded, but I didn't expect that Lao Zhang's face changed immediately after he sat down. He changed back to the calm and calm look of a retired veteran cadre, and drank wolfberry tea with a relaxed expression.
"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 happened and be a handsome man quietly!" Lao Zhang rolled his eyes and continued drinking tea.
"Then you won't give me a lesson?"
"Aren't I training?" Lao Zhang banged the table. The sound startled Meng Lang, but he immediately realized that he was doing it for that guy Wang Zhiping to see.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
"Hey! Who told your dad to let me take care of you, but to be honest, with your personality, you are really not suitable for sales.
Anyway, with your poor performance, you won't be able to continue working for a long time.
Listen to my uncle, go back to your hometown and inherit your father's hundreds of old sows."
"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 that young people are hardworking. 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, and you are smooth and naive.
You can't do the former, but you can do the latter... you can half do it now."
"Really? Let me just say that I have made some progress! Uncle Zhang, how do you think I am?" Meng Lang's eyes lit up.
Lao Zhang glanced at Meng Lang and took a slow sip of tea.
