After discussing the requirements, the salesperson led the messenger to a fun room of about 50 square meters.
The room is full of unknown devices.
Novices will definitely ask when they come in: 'Why is there a hanging rod on the bed? What are those colorful ribbons and red ropes used for? Why is the shape of this chair so strange?'
Regardless of the equipment, the decoration of the room is quite nice. If it were simply used as a hotel room, five hundred a night would not be too much.
After entering the door, the salesperson picked up the remote control and closed the curtains: "The technician is preparing. Let me introduce it to you first."
He walked to the closet and pointed at the COS clothes and said: "The clothes in here are disinfected every day. The stockings are crystal silk, black and white, and high-waisted fishnets are available in various styles.
It doesn't matter if it's torn, just throw it in the trash can after use and we will replenish it with new products.
The props, sheets and pillows in the room are changed once a day. If you are worried, you can use a UV pen to check on site."
The salesperson did not introduce the use of the facilities in the room, but focused on hygiene issues.
He had been sizing up the messenger for some time.
According to his observation, the courier's hair was meticulously styled, and there wasn't even a wrinkle on his clothes.
When dealing with this kind of person, instead of wasting your time talking about the use of a lot of equipment, it may be more satisfying to introduce the hygiene status.
The sales abacus was clicking, and his observation skills were fine, but the messenger was not here to enjoy the service at all, and he was completely indifferent to these introductions.
But the messenger saw through the salesman's intention to turn him into a regular customer.
So he followed suit and asked: "Do you have a membership reservation system here? If the service is good, I would like to apply for membership."
This is what the salesman was waiting for, and his eyes flashed with gold: "No problem! The membership fee for a year is 15,980, and you can enjoy a 20% discount. You can make an appointment for a technician one day in advance for each service. No matter whether you come the next day or not, the technician will
I will always wait, and..."
The messenger raised his hand to interrupt the sales pitch: "Stop, I don't want to hear what you are saying. Where is your boss?"
The salesman was dazzled by the meat that was about to arrive in his mouth. He handed over the answer without saying a word: "We are just a branch. The boss only comes to inspect occasionally. Usually he is over there at the Jiuhua City main store. I am here."
You have full authority to make the decision.”
The messenger nodded noncommittally, and just when the salesperson was about to persuade further, the technician arrived.
This sales person is just talking nonsense, but he still has basic emotional intelligence.
People come here to enjoy the service. The technicians are here, but you, a big man, are still standing by the side chattering and selling. This is disrespectful.
Anyone else would be upset, and selling at this time is equivalent to reverse scoring.
So the moment the technician entered the room, the salesperson shut up, left a message saying "Wish you have a good time" and left the room.
Before leaving, he thoughtfully closed the door, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
Only the messenger and technician were left staring.
The messenger said he wanted someone new, which meant someone who had just entered the industry and was not very proficient in many things.
Some people like to look at the brands of these new technicians, which gives them the pleasure of dragging people into the water.
Looking at the technician in his early twenties with a hint of youthfulness and confusion on his face, the messenger pointed to the sofa and motioned for her to sit down.
The technician hesitated for a while, then slowly came to the messenger and wanted to sit down next to him.
"I mean for you to go to the other side."
The messenger grabbed her arm and pointed to the sofa opposite again.
The technician walked to the opposite side, then flipped up his hair and smiled softly: "Handsome guy, do you want me to change clothes?"
The messenger lit a cigarette and took a puff: "No need to waste time."
When the technician heard this, he stood up and made a gesture to take off his suspender skirt, but as soon as he put his hand on the strap, he was stopped by the messenger: "Get dressed, I just have a few questions to ask you."
The messenger took out two banknotes, put them on the coffee table and pushed them over: "What is your name, how long have you been here, and how did you get here?"
Facing the messenger's money offensive and adding a set of three consecutive deductions, the technician was a little at a loss.
Did you spend thousands of dollars just to chat with someone in the custom industry?
Confused, the technician looked at the two golden banknotes, and finally she accepted them.
Although half of the reward has to be handed over, I can still keep a thousand yuan.
"My name is An Sien. I have just been here for half a month."
An Sien put the money into his bag and began to answer the messenger's questions: "The reason for coming here is very simple. Someone at home is sick. I wanted to make some quick money, but I was knocked unconscious and sold together. Maybe you will think that I
It’s a misfortune, but that’s the truth.”
An Sien walked to the water dispenser, made two cups of tea with tea bags, and placed one cup in front of himself and one cup in front of the messenger.
"What's wrong with you?"
The messenger pushed away the tea cup and became concerned about the other party's family problems.
He didn't ask how An Sien got knocked unconscious, nor why she didn't find an opportunity to call the police. These things cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.
"What else could it be? It's just a ridiculous cancer. There's no way to save late-stage lung cancer. The best we can do is to live longer." An Sien seemed to look away, and her expression didn't change much when she mentioned cancer.
But her dull eyes hinted that her heart was not as indifferent as she said.
"So you work here to earn medical expenses for your family? Where are the other people in the family?"
The messenger seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here and concentrated on chatting with An Sien about home affairs.
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across An Sien's face, obviously she didn't want to mention her family affairs, but the customer is God, not to mention that she had just received a tip from the messenger, so she couldn't keep showing off.
So she forced herself to cheer up and put on a cheerful smile: "I am from a single-parent family. My parents divorced when I was very young. Because my father was a bad gambler, I was sentenced to my mother.
That person has never sent me any child support. My mother and I have been relying on each other all these years. After my mother fell ill, he didn't even look at her, let alone pay the medical expenses in advance because of our past friendship.
My family’s savings have been spent, so in order to raise money, I can only find ways to make money quickly.”
An Sien briefly summarized his life experience, and then smiled at the messenger.
In her opinion, the messenger is just another pervert who listens to other people's miserable experiences to satisfy himself.
The more miserable you say it, the happier they will be.
On the surface, these people look sympathetic, but deep down they have a condescending attitude.
The tragedy that happened to them was just a little spice to tonight's event, just to satisfy their desire to be a master.
What should you do if your life is unsatisfactory in reality?
It's very simple, just find someone to talk to who has a more unsatisfactory life.
An Sien said half-jokingly: "It is said that there are two things that men love to do most. They are to drag Liang's family into trouble and to persuade Fengchen to be a good person. I said handsome boy, are you here to persuade me to be a good person?"
"Women also love to do two things, talk about money with poor people, and talk about relationships with rich people." The messenger replied, but did not sympathize with An Sien because of her tragic life experience.
An Sien lowered his head and laughed at himself: "I don't care about money, but second-hand worn-out shoes like mine can't be given away even in a clearance sale."
"So I don't intend to persuade you to be a good person."
The messenger suddenly choked An Sien and was speechless.
After a while, she burst out laughing: "Hahaha, handsome guy, you are really interesting."
An Sien could see that the handsome man in front of him really just wanted to chat with him and had no other intentions.
My originally heavy heart felt much better after being tormented by the messenger, and even my dislike of this job was temporarily suppressed.
It was the first time she felt relaxed at work.
Xin Xin pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingers, crushed it and threw it into the trash can: "I'm looking for you to find out something."
"Industry interview about the custom industry?" An Sien tried to joke with the messenger.
The messenger took out a piece of paper and a signature pen from his wallet and put it on the table: "I want you to be my spy."