Wang Yong's face darkened: "You're coming to the factory with me tomorrow night, we'll work together!"
"Huh?" His wife was confused. "Will that work? I'm not one of your employees. Won't I get fired?"
"Piece-rate wages! You get paid on the spot for each piece you do, as long as the quality is up to standard. What's wrong with employees of our factory?"
His wife thought about it and still felt it was inappropriate: "Your factory manager wouldn't let you do that."
"The new factory manager is very open-minded. Try it tomorrow night and you'll see. If it doesn't work, you can go home."
"Sure! If you really let me do it, it's pure extra income, and I can make quite a bit of money in one night."
Wang Yong clenched his fist: "I won't go home until I've earned 10 yuan!"
The next day.
Wu Changfeng yawned as he opened the factory gate.
Little Fatty's mom rushed in: "Quickly get me an antenna, I'm in a hurry to get back to work."
"Huh?" Wu Changfeng checked the time; it was only 6 o'clock.
"Didn't you buy one yesterday? Is it broken? If it's broken, we can replace it for free."
Wu Changfeng's after-sales service was implemented entirely in accordance with the practices of later generations.
One can be without principles in being a person, but one must have principles in doing things.
"It's not broken. My relative insisted that I buy a set for them. Hurry up, or we'll miss the No. 2 bus."
"Oh, you must have had a tough time."
"I only charged one yuan for the fare. Sigh, I'm so proud that I suffer for it."
Wu Changfeng took out an antenna set, collected the money, and then his eyes suddenly lit up:
"etc!"
"What's wrong?" Little Fatty's mom asked.
Are you interested in becoming a field sales representative?
Little Fatty's mom was confused: "What is this thing?"
"They're salespeople."
"Forget it, I'm not doing it. I have a proper job."
Wu Changfeng held up his finger: "I'll give you 10 yuan if you sell one set."
"I'm not that kind of person."
"15!"
Are you kidding me?
"20! Take it or leave it."
Little Fatty's mother immediately smiled and pulled Wu Changfeng along, saying, "Look at what you're saying, I'm not doing this for money, I'm collecting data for the country."
“Yes, yes, you’re right.” Wu Changfeng shrugged.
"It's a promise, you can't go back on your word!"
"I'm not afraid of you making money, I'm just afraid you can't bring yourself to do it."
Little Fatty's mom patted her chest and said, "I'm a social butterfly in Jiangcheng, I wouldn't be afraid even if the American president came!"
After seeing Little Fatty's mother off, Wu Changfeng squinted his eyes.
The problem of "blind spots under the lamp" has been solved.
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