It’s another busy week.
On this day, after work and a small meeting in the company, Yu Qingluo returned to the office. She was almost exhausted. She sat down on the chair and her colleague Han Jing also complained:
"Hey, I have to start giving gifts again. I'm really tired of dealing with those rich ladies. They have to look at people's faces when giving things to them. It's as if I'm there just for sales."
"It's not just for promotion, they are indeed our food and clothing parents! Just recommend a friend, it's better than the zombie customers we attract. Apart from earning an account opening commission and a one-time sale, there is nothing behind it."
After that, Yan Yan threw a piece of chocolate to each of them, and then turned her eyes to Yu Qingluo:
"Our sister Yu is still smart. She specializes in selecting high-quality customers. She is high-quality and easy to manage. You have more big-name customers! How much is your commission this month? Tell me to stimulate it~"
After getting up and pouring a glass of water, Yu Qingluo made a "silence" gesture towards her and pointed to the two big characters "SIGULA" on the wall:
"secret."
The company has a policy that employees cannot discuss salary among themselves.
Because they all get commissions, apart from the basic salary, they don’t know how much each of them can get. However, the company’s occasional salary and quarterly reports will also reveal some information. For example, someone once made a million a year and received a commission of 180,000 yuan a month. Wait, it’s always inspiring.
As for whether it is true or false, God knows and the earth knows that you know and I don’t know.
Therefore, they often speculate whether the company's announcements are true or false. They are not allowed to talk privately whether it is for the sake of company harmony or because they are afraid that each other will know that the company's wages are actually very low.
"You also said that these people are difficult to deal with. I am really nervous for thirty-six hours a day. Isn't the service industry just like people's grandchildren? How can I not be angry? Haven't you heard of this sentence? The company is open Half of the salary is for your labor, and the other half is for you to suffer. Who wouldn’t be paying for those three melons and two dates?”
"Yeah, just be patient and it will pass."
After flipping through the information, Zhong Xiaofang also said:
"If it doesn't work, just send a group message. Maybe you don't have to deal with anyone and it can be solved by one-time express delivery."
"Yeah~"
In agreement, Yu Qingluo took over the words again:
"So there are pros and cons for each. Some of my customers must call even if they have been zombies for several years, otherwise the company will be the first to let me go. By the way, are there any overtime workers tomorrow?"
"If you don't want to add them, I'll just count the people first."
"I don't do it either. I work overtime on moving trucks and weekends. I'm depressed."
"Me too."
Upon hearing that all three of them had the same opinion, Yu Qingluo could only follow the crowd:
"If you don't come, then I'll move the car too!"
So the four people chatted and got busy.
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The Mid-Autumn Festival is a big festival every year, and the private return gifts are exclusive to their top customers. The company purchases uniformly, but there are only ten quotas for each person. No refunds will be made for more and less will not be replenished. It is up to them how to deal with it. If so, It is not impossible to provide disguised benefits to employees.
Therefore, the products they declare every year are mostly big-name skin care products, but sometimes the packaging they receive is really uneven, so they have to reorganize and repackage them.
Not for anything else, but mainly for the sake of good looks and the convenience of changing hands.
For example, the skin care products this time have a large green color on the box, which is a big taboo for them in the stock market. Therefore, they put customized three-dimensional flowers on all the green parts. After all, the Mid-Autumn Festival is also the time. Happy day.
As for the mooncakes, they are not within the scope of their return gifts. Everything the company wants to send is basically sent directly by mail, and whether they are received or not is not considered.
That night, Yu Qingluo checked all the gifts. As if she knew that some wives particularly preferred pink, she changed the flowers on the box to pink ones that she bought separately, and even changed the decorative ribbons. .
After combining the list in his hand, Yu Qingluo divided each copy in advance and put names on it. In the end, two copies were left empty.
Just in time, I’ll keep one for myself and one for my best friend.
After the arrangements were made, Yu Qingluo went to wash up and go to bed.
Then on the weekends of the next two days, she started making phone calls to work on this matter. After identifying a few wives, she contacted the courier company to pack and mail them.
On the afternoon of the weekend, when she saw the last three remaining, she waited until after three o'clock before choosing to call Mrs. Chen first. After briefly explaining the situation, she said directly:
"Sister Chen, don't give up the benefits that the company gives to VIP customers! Do you think it should be sent to you or should I deliver it to you? I am free today."
Yu Qingluosi also wanted to mail it. After all, she was not from the same world, so she was actually quite frightened every time she came into contact with her. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Chen was actually playing mahjong and gave her an address directly:
"Okay, I'll send it to you in a moment."
After hanging up the phone, she could only change her clothes and carry the gift box out the door.
After searching all the way to the club, Yu Qingluo walked in. She originally wanted to say a few words, put down the gifts and leave, but instead, Mrs. Chen grabbed her wrist:
"Hey, you're here just in time. You'll give me two shots in a while. I'll go to the bathroom and take a look at the gifts. Is this HR? Your company is quite generous."
"As long as you don't mind the company's kindness."
At this time, a lady playing cards also poked her head curiously:
"It's true! Such a large gift box costs tens of thousands. I heard that you are in the stock market? Do you have it when you open an account?"
"Well, I'm also moved after seeing it."
Before Yu Qingluo could say anything, Pei's mother, who was sitting in the chair, threw out a card and "hummed" disdainfully:
"Nine out of ten purchases will result in loss. Haven't you heard that this is a VIP exclusive? You're trying to trick someone into taking advantage of you. You're not afraid of losing all your pants!"
There was silence for a while, and Mrs. Chen felt a little embarrassed:
"You can't say that. Miss Yu still has some real abilities. In fact, she's pretty good."
"Can I still make money by flattery?"
Pei's mother still looked down on her face, and said openly and secretly that there was something fishy about it:
"a shame."
Knowing that Pei's mother had always been dissatisfied with herself and criticized the matchmaking between the two grandfathers, Yu Qingluo did not expect that she was so prejudiced against him and now she was still finding fault with her.
What future can a marriage have if it is not blessed by elders?
If she had known this, she should have made plans earlier!
"Others are like mountains. If this lady doesn't understand or just hears about it, it will ruin people's financial prospects. At least I am supporting myself and making money with my conscience. I won't be biting off my children when I get old."
Her words undoubtedly slapped Pei's mother in the face, because she relied on the Pei family and her son to support her.
How can a person who has never made any money say anything about hard-earned money?
"you?"
Her face changed several times, and Pei's mother stood up from the chair angrily. At this moment, there was a burst of applause, and two women walked in:
Mother Yin?
