Everyone turned around and saw an endless stream of people coming to offer incense, obviously much more than yesterday.
A few combs can bring about such a big change in Zenjue Temple, which many people cannot understand.
After hearing what Fa Mang said, Du He shook his head: "Master Fa Mang, this is not enough!"
"Not enough?" Fa Mang was stunned, "Bodhisattva, please clarify!"
"I, young master, will give you some guidance today. Yesterday's comb was just an introduction, but today's comb is the real good product." Du He said with a smile.
After saying that, he reached out and Lao Ma took out a comb and handed it to Fa Mang.
Fa Mang looked carefully. At first glance, there was not much difference between this comb and the comb he bought yesterday. The workmanship was just as rough. However, there were words engraved on both sides of the comb, which read: Souvenirs exclusive to Zenjue Temple pilgrims.
Exclusive?
souvenir?
What are these things?
Fa Mang and the people around him were stunned.
Du He explained: "Master Famang, from today on, you will put this comb behind the door and tell everyone that anyone who has used this comb can take it away for one hundred and ten cents."
, as a souvenir, it is the Buddha's intention to save all sentient beings. From now on, I guarantee that the incense of your Chanjue Temple will be even more prosperous... This comb is still sold to you for a hundred coins. Today, the Japanese master brings it to you.
If I get a hundred, I’ll give them all to you.”
Originally, Fa Mang's eyes lit up when he heard this idea, but when he heard that there were one hundred coins and one hundred more, he was stunned.
One hundred handfuls, that’s ten guan of money.
This is no small amount of money.
He laughed and said, "Thank you Bodhisattva for your advice. Please sit down for a moment. I will send someone to fetch the money."
With that said, Fa Mang generously asked people to move the box away.
He hurriedly chased after him, took the young monk's hand, and ordered: "Hurry up and replace this comb, and tell them that anyone who has used it can take away the comb for one hundred and ten cents and see what the effect is."
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"Yes, Abbot!"
Fa Mang turned around and returned to the house, chatting happily with Du He.
He found that when the young man was talking, he would inadvertently come up with some sentences full of Buddhist principles, and he was even more happy.
Not long after, someone came to him, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "Abbott, in just a short while, five people have bought the comb, and we have made fifty coins."
Fa Mang's eyes glowed.
This is big business!
He immediately ran to Du He and said: "Bodhisattva, you are my great benefactor to Zenjue Temple. However, the poor monk feels that these one hundred combs are not enough, and hopes that Bodhisattva can sell some more combs to Han Temple."
,what do you think?"
Fang Yiai, who was standing behind Du He, was stunned.
I'm afraid this person is a fool.
Not satisfied after buying a hundred of them, do you want to buy more?
Du He said: "Amitabha, our Buddha is compassionate and saving all sentient beings is also a tiring task. How about I supply combs to Chanjue Temple every month from now on?"
"Okay, okay...it couldn't be better!" Fa Mang was so happy.
"Abbott, your words are empty, how about we make a written statement?"
"Okay! What the Bodhisattva said is absolutely correct."
With that said, Du He drafted a document, and he and Fa Mang wrote their names and took their fingerprints.
Fa Mang picked up his share and took a look, only to see that the handwriting was flying and phoenix dancing, with a free and elegant beauty of its own. Unfortunately, even though he couldn't tell what the words were, he didn't dare to ask, so he carefully asked someone to put it away.
According to the regulations, all the combs needed by Zenjue Temple in the future will be provided by Du He. Each comb will be worth one hundred cents, and the price will increase by 10% every year.
Everyone is happy.
Afterwards, Du He took his leave and left.
After Du He left, Fa Mang realized that he had forgotten to ask his name.
But when he turned around and heard that the comb had sold more than a dozen combs in just a short time, he felt happy.
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On the way down the mountain, Fang Yiai and Du He rode together.
Fang Yiai couldn't help but ask: "Du He, are you really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"
"What do you think?" Du He asked.
Fang Yiai thought about it seriously and shook her head: "It doesn't seem like it, but why does Famang trust you so much? He also claims that you are a Bodhisattva and treats you with such respect?"
"There is no Bodhisattva in this world. I'm afraid Famang himself doesn't believe in it."
"But……"
Du He smiled and explained: "It's all business. This Zenjue Temple looks very big, but it has not been repaired for many years. There are fewer and fewer people coming to offer incense and worship Buddha. A comb costs ten cents."
, for Zenjue Temple, it is a big business... So, don’t worry about whether I am a Bodhisattva or not, I can make Zenjue Temple make money, I am!"
Fang Yiai suddenly realized.
After a while, he suddenly said: "I understand, the purpose of selling things is to let the other party take the initiative to buy, not for me to take the initiative to sell. Du He, you have learned a lesson."
Before, Fang Yiai looked down upon Du He.
He felt that this naughty man was asking for death by asking him to sell the comb to a monk, but Du He told him with his actions that this was not asking for death, this was the charm of sales.
At this moment, he was convinced.
Du He glanced at Fang Yiai in surprise: "Master Fang, I said that you are a real sales genius. You have the gene of sales. As long as you work hard, you will be the sales genius in the future. Tell me, you can do it."
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Fang Yiai nodded and said confidently: "I can do it!"
"Okay, I'm optimistic about you, and just in time, I have a secret book to give you!"
Du He took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Fang Yiai.
Fang Yiai took it and saw a few big words written on the cover: A Complete Collection of Eloquence Training Methods.
He was so excited that he trembled all over and said solemnly: "Du He, I will never let you down."
After that, he patted his horse and walked forward alone.
Ma Zhou smacked his lips and said, "Jun Gong, is Mr. Fang really a genius?"
"I do not know……"
Ma Yiyi was stunned, "Then you just said he was a genius?"
"It's better to find something for him to do than to eat and drink for nothing in the county government office. However, if this guy can become a sales genius, that would be great!" Du He said with a smile.
Ma Zhou: "..."
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Fang Yiai is a rigid-minded person.
For example, he previously claimed to be a disciple of the prince, and the prince had a problem with Du He, so he wanted to vent his anger on the prince and make Du He look good, but he always suffered from the lack of opportunities.
Later, the prince suddenly disappeared in Hu County.
He suddenly lost his backbone, so he went to seek refuge with Chang Sun Chong. He followed Chang Sun Chong to open the Chang'an Pig Farm and invested a lot of money in it. Who knows, just when he was about to make money, he was suddenly led astray by Chang Sun Chong and used fake pork.
Li Xiaogong, the prince of Hejian County, was almost poisoned to death, and his official position in the court was instantly eliminated.
After that, he was severely beaten by Fang Xuanling and rushed to Hu County.
After going through all kinds of things, he suddenly had no goal in life and no one told him what to do.
He was instantly stunned.
Until Du He told him that he was the future sales genius.
He returned to the county government office and thought about it all night. He felt that Du He was right. What is a person like me if he is not a genius?
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(Thanks to brother [Smart Little White Tiger] for the 150,000 diamonds, thank you Western Zhou Dynasty!) (To be continued)