What Jinshu said to the man taking the photo was: "I'll give you a 3 cent commission if I sell one. I can also help you register customer information."
A photographer's impression of Jinshu instantly changed from "a female liar who takes advantage" to an "affable female goddess of wealth"
The first half of Jinshu's sentence gives a commission, using money to hit people, and the second half of the sentence helps to register, which solves the pain points of photographers.
Those who take photos are all out-of-towners and need to register and mail the photos.
Jin Shu observed that the photographer's writing speed was very slow and ugly, and he wasted a lot of time on registration.
She was willing to help solve the other person's problems, which the photographer wanted very much. The time saved allowed him to take pictures of more people.
When sales are at the top level, the first thing you think about is not how to cheat customers, but how to satisfy customers. When customers are satisfied, they will naturally be willing to spend money.
Purple ice cream suddenly became a specialty of the capital.
Crispy ice cream is available in every city, but the manufacturers are different and the taste is also different. It is not a lie to say that it is a specialty of the capital.
Jin Shu sat behind the table and put the ice cream box aside, selling ice cream while registering. A photographer helped sell the ice cream, and almost everyone took pictures and bought it.
A stick of ice cream sold for 1.5 yuan, and the photographer was given a commission of 3 cents, which was 2 cents more than what he earned at the entrance of the cinema.
Customers who took photos with ice cream were also very satisfied. Taking pictures dryly was almost boring. Holding a stick of specialty ice cream in your hand was fashionable and decent, so you could show off to your relatives and friends when you went back.
The 100 sticks of purple ice cream were sold out in less than 2 hours. Some people came with their work units and bought more than a dozen sticks at a time. This kind of group reception of three or five can be enough to sell out.
The ice cream was sold out, but Jin Shu didn't leave and helped the photographer register until the photographer ran out of film and closed the stall.
Her generous performance won the favor of the photographer. After everyone left, the photographer came over and gave Jin Shu a thumbs up.
"You are so amazing. I have never seen a girl like you."
"I've seen it now." Jin Shu took out thirty yuan and handed it to the photographer, and got him an ice cream.
“Let’s take ice cream instead of wine and grab one to celebrate our happy cooperation.”
The photographer didn't expect that she would leave one for herself, so she took it and the two of them touched each other through the wrapping paper.
"Sister, do you have a partner? My brother is not married yet, can I introduce him to you?" The photographer only regretted that he had no chance to get married.
She is beautiful, can make money, does things quickly, and has a sharp mind. Anyone who marries this woman will be a treasure!
Jin Shu was speechless holding the ice cream in his mouth.
Why are these people so keen on maintaining matchmaking and fiber-drawing to introduce partners?
To express gratitude to a woman is to give her a man?
"My husband is a soldier." Jin Shu added in a playful way, "Before he joined the army, he fought all the gangsters within a five-mile radius. Are you sure you want to introduce your brother to me?"
The photographer shook his head like a rattle.
He would go to jail for destroying a military marriage, and he would fight for five miles without any opponent. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two people alone, let alone two in one!
"Sister, my name is Bai Lang, what do you call me?"
"Yu Jinshu."
"Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full on the west tower. It's a good name." Bai Lang praised.
Mr. Yu shrugged, just so-so, it sounds better than Yu Yaomei anyway.
"Why are you so carefree and cheerful like a boy?" Bai Lang was curious. In his impression, women are reserved and tactful, with a little temper and a lot of thoughts. His wife was like this.
"I don't think it's a compliment to say that a woman is like a man. There are thousands of kinds of people with different personalities. There are many cheerful women. You will know when you are more experienced in the future." Mr. Yu corrected Bai Lang's stereotype.
Bai Lang was happy, and the girl laughed at him for his lack of knowledge.
But he was not angry. Bai Lang admired Jin Shu's unique personality charm when he spoke directly.
"Are you coming tomorrow? I think our cooperation can continue." Bai Lang said.
Jinshu helped him register, and he was much more efficient. Even without the ice cream commission, he made more than usual.
"I'll be here at 10 o'clock in the morning. You go to the post office tomorrow and buy the envelope and stamps. I'll write the customer's name on the envelope so you don't have to copy it again. I'll write the serial number on the back of the envelope so you won't remember it wrong when mailing it. ." Mr. Yu is good at observing and summarizing, and has optimized Bai Lang's process.
Bai Lang's mouth turned into an O shape, and he read the brocade book almost in worship. Now she is not only the female Goddess of Wealth, but also a female Bodhisattva!
The two agreed to continue working together tomorrow. Looking at Jin Shu's handsome back, Bai Lang sighed with emotion.
"How come all the good women belong to other people's families? Her man is so lucky..."
Jinshu has gained a lot.
I earned 120 yuan in one day, which is more than what others earn in a week.
When she returned, she went to the wholesale market where she bought the tape yesterday, hoping to reimburse the price difference for the tape.
It was a bit late, the tape vendor had closed his stall, but he didn’t see him, so Jin Shu decided to come back tomorrow.
Jinshu went home with a sense of accomplishment in making money. As soon as he entered the hospital, the farce scene at noon was repeated.
A circle of people gathered in the yard to watch the fun. The one who jumped and cursed was Zhang Zhaodi, whose hair was also blowing.
At first glance, it looked like he had been "greeted" by Jinshu's self-made power grid. Jinshu's power grid completed two kills in one day.
"Yu Yaomei, you little bitch! You did this to harm your own mother!" Zhang Zhaodi yelled, her lines exactly the same as those of Aunt Lin who was electrocuted at noon.
"Auntie, we broke off our relationship yesterday. You said it yourself and didn't let me call you mom." Jin Shu reminded politely.
She was troubled by the fact that she had an extra husband for no reason. She didn't want to have more than one mother, and she still had this kind of unqualified mother who favored sons over daughters.
It's good to call her aunt.
"Listen, listen, she dares to say such rebellious words, Yu Yaomei, when my son-in-law comes back and sees you like this, why can't he slap you to death?"
"Who is your son-in-law? Is he the short-lived guy you scolded yesterday? You seem to want to snatch his pension? Are you very disappointed that he is not dead?"
Zhang Zhaodi raised his hand to hit her, but Jin Shu didn't need to fight back. The neighbors swarmed up to her, some hugging her arms and some hugging the waist of a bucket.
Some people are really warm-hearted and don't want to see Zhang Zhaodi bullying others, and some people have been chewing their tongues for the past few days and have a guilty conscience, fearing that Lin Yixuan will come back to settle the score and come here to show off.
Lin Yixuan came back to life, and these people also had their lost sense of morality and conscience. Jin Shu looked on with cold eyes. This is human nature.
"Yu Yaomei, I want to talk to you alone!" Zhang Zhaodi was dragged by the crowd and felt anxious.
The dead were resurrected and the pension was gone. She was anxious to use the money to buy the secret recipe for giving birth to a son. Her eyes became red with anxiety. When she saw Jin Shu walking into the house and ignoring her, she said indiscriminately:
"Yu Yaomei, aren't you afraid that I will tell Lin Yixuan your secret? If he finds out, he will definitely divorce you, and then you won't have anywhere to cry!"
The ears of everyone eating melons in the yard were all pricked up. What’s the secret?
The door of Jinshu was half closed, and it froze immediately after hearing Zhang Zhaodi's words.
Knowing the secret that divorce will definitely happen... shouldn't we expand on this?
