Chapter 7

Roger began to try to contact Alvis.

At that time, Roger didn't know Alvis's last name was He, and didn't know how the name Alvis He was related to the chairman. Everyone in the office usually addressed each other by their English names, and many people never revealed their Chinese names from the time they joined to the time they left. So it was normal for Roger not to know Alvis' last name, and he seemed to be deliberately hiding it. His email and corporate OA nicknames were both Alvis H.

The first time Roger invited Alvis to dinner, he was rejected.

Alvis looked at the computer screen and was unmoved by Roger's invitation, even a little indifferent: "No, I'm used to eating alone."

Roger felt that he was being looked down upon, stood there blushing for a while, and left angrily.

How rude!

He vowed never to talk to Alvis again.

Unfortunately, not long after the oath was issued, the company suddenly issued an internal notice saying that it would hold a skills competition and required everyone to participate. First, there would be a departmental competition, then a company competition, and finally a final. The final would be held at Kaihua’s headquarters. The first place winner in each job would receive a prize of 50,000 yuan and a certificate

of honor. Everyone complained bitterly. This outdated incentive method was not suitable for the open, free and inclusive Kaihua today, especially the International Trade Department. Everyone complained bitterly because of this. However, since the notice had been issued, it meant that the leadership had made up their minds, and this competition was related to performance in the next three months, so everyone went to find partners honestly.

Roger hesitated at his workstation for a while, and knocked on Alvis’ desk stealthily: "Hey, let’s be partners."

Alvis did not respond to him.

Roger was a little angry: "Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Alvis turned his head, his dark eyes were emotionless: "I'm not participating."

Roger reminded him: "Everyone has to participate, didn't you see the notice?"

Alvis turned back and continued to stare at the computer screen. On his screen was a densely packed quotation list, with English and numbers crawling all over the form like ants: "I'm not participating. You can find someone else." Humph

, what a show-off!

Roger was angry, slid back to his workstation on his office chair, and vowed never to work with a cold butt again.

Roger went to find other colleagues. He was a little late to mention it. Many people have found partners. A female colleague said she was willing to consider it, but to be honest, it was because her image object was also considering it. If that person agreed to her, she would not be in the same team with Roger.

Seeing the deadline for registration approaching, Roger was so anxious that he scratched his head and rubbed his cheeks, but he had no idea what to do. He counted and found that there were exactly an even number of salesmen in the office, and no one was left alone. If Alvis didn't participate, it meant that another person couldn't participate either, and that person might be him.

After understanding this, Roger was not panicked. If the supervisor asked, he would say that it was Alvis who didn't cooperate and it had nothing to do with him! Maybe he wouldn't have to participate, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

Roger happily waited for the deadline for registration.

Two days later, Alvis suddenly found him and said without warning: "Let's team up."

Roger was surprised: "Aren't you not going to participate?"

"Yes," Alvis said, expressionless.

"Why?" Weren't you very arrogant before?

Roger immediately felt that he had become more arrogant. You ignored me when I asked you before, but now you come to beg me. Humph, I am not such a casual person. He put away the half-eaten sandwich, took a sip of bitter black coffee, raised his eyes and said, "I have decided not to participate."

Beg me, haha.

Alvis looked at him for a while, turned around and left: "Forget it."

Roger was anxious: "Hey! How can you be so insincere!" He walked up and grabbed Alvis, "You should have the attitude to beg others. Tell me in a nice voice, and I will agree to your request!"

Roger looked at Alvis stubbornly, and Alvis was also looking at him. After a while, Alvis pushed Roger's hand away and said coldly: "Please. Is that all right?"

Roger immediately laughed, and looking at Alvis's slightly angry face, he felt indescribably relieved: "Okay. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have already written the script. If you had told me earlier, we could have rehearsed earlier!"

Alvis frowned: "What script?"

Roger motioned for him to follow, and the two walked to an empty corner. Roger whispered: "Aren't skills a competition? We are in foreign trade business, and our skills are nothing more than superb English proficiency, sharp insight, excellent communication and negotiation skills, and strong stress resistance! As long as the scenes we design highlight these abilities, isn't that enough?"

Alvis crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, signaling, "Go on."

"So, this is the scene I have been thinking hard about these days: we can find a more representative and very difficult customer, for example, Indians." Roger was confident, "Indians are the most annoying. They give samples for free before placing an order, and when placing an order, they will cut the price in half. After placing an order, people are worried that they will run away at any time. So, we will act like doing business with Indians, and finally let Indians successfully place an order and pay a 70% deposit with our strong comprehensive qualities. What do you think?"

After hearing the last part, Alvis' expression was solemn, and he looked Roger up and down: "You play an Indian?"

"How is that possible?" Roger said, then realized that he had said this too quickly. He had originally wanted to discuss with Alvis and let Alvis play the Indian. "Of course you should play the Indian! I have never been to India, so I don't know how to play the cunning of Indians."

"I haven't been to India either."

"You are better." Roger praised Alvis against his conscience, "You are so smart, and you graduated from Oxford University. You must be able to play an Indian well without having seen an Indian before."

"I refuse." Alvis didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all, and this time he really turned around and left, "I won't participate, please do as you please."

Roger was naturally guilty, and he grabbed Alvis and refused to let him go: "Listen to me! The script I wrote is absolutely wonderful! Don't you want to hear what this great story is about? You will definitely admire me. Let me tell you now, our protagonist - that's me, a college student who just graduated. As soon as I joined Kaihua, I met a cunning and difficult customer. This customer came from India, spoke curry-flavored English, and always liked to pronounce. He said he wanted to buy our supercharger. , and didn't tell me how many I wanted to buy. He kept asking me to quote different models. After choosing, he finally said he was sure. He said he was worried and asked if he could send me a sample first. Of course, he said, "We don't bear any expenses. You know, if your product doesn't meet our expectations, I won't place an order." I was simply deceived by him. Of course, I did a strict background check to confirm that his identity was not fake. I sent him eight samples in total, and he didn't charge me a penny. Of course, I applied according to the normal process. This customer usually likes to chat with me, asking me if there is any news about China recently, what do you eat every day, can you take some photos of China for me to see? I heard that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, will I have a New Year gift? Although it is very annoying, I still fulfill the duties of a salesperson, and reply to him seriously every time, treating him as a dear friend. Finally! He said he would place an order, and then he would bargain endlessly. I was very smart and knew that I had to keep a hand when doing business with Indians. When I quoted the price, I deliberately quoted 20% higher. The Indians didn't know that, so I finally controlled the price within a reasonable range. Trouble arose again when negotiating the deposit. The contract amount was 1 million US dollars, but this Indian only wanted to pay a deposit of 10,000 US dollars! I said it was impossible, blah blah blah. With my eloquence, I finally agreed to pay 70% of the deposit first, and the remaining 30% would be paid after delivery. The Indian agreed..." "

Haha." Alvis gave an ambiguous smile.

Roger took a breath and continued, "There's more. Later he made trouble and demanded compensation, and I cleverly resolved it..."

"You can choose not to do business with him." Alvis said.

"How can that be? Every customer is very important to us. Although Indians are difficult to deal with, as long as we can sell our products, it is worth it no matter how much effort we put in."

Alvis looked at him steadily, as if he was struggling with his thoughts.

Roger looked at him expectantly, his words full of trepidation: "Just promise me! I can guarantee that our script is excellent and will definitely make it to the next round. Maybe we can make it to the finals. If I win the prize, I will give you half of it. Is that okay?"

He almost said "I beg you."

Alvis was silent, and there was still no emotion in his eyes.

After a moment, he seemed to have finally thought it over and said, "If you want me to agree, I have one condition."

"What condition?"

There's hope! Roger's eyes lit up.

"I don't want to play an Indian."

Roger was stunned: "If you don't play it, then who will play it?"

Alvis looked at him coldly, and the meaning was very obvious, who else could it be if not you?

Roger reacted, shaking his head like a rattle: "No! I don't want to play an Indian, I am the screenwriter and director, and I have the final say on how to assign actors!"

Alvis: "Haha." He used the same trick again and turned around and left.

"No!" Roger was almost crying, "We can discuss it, we can discuss it!"

Alvis turned around and waited for him to say it himself.

"You, you really don't want to play it?" Roger asked with the last bit of hope.

"No." Alvis was decisive.

Roger was completely helpless now. Alvis was not going to listen to his soft and hard words. If he said he didn't want to play it, then who would he find? His script is so good, it really shouldn't be buried!

The clock was turning minute by minute, Alvis raised his wrist to check the time, and said indifferently: "I'll give you one minute. I can participate, but you have to play an Indian. If you don't, then we'll break up and don't delay my work."

Damn it!

Roger wanted to jump up and beat him up.

Forget it, after a minute, Roger finally compromised. It didn't matter who played the role, as long as he could win, it didn't matter if he made some sacrifices.

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "I can act well, right? You can partner with me."

"OK." Alvis nodded coldly, looking down at him, "Send me the script and I'll polish it."