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20 years of wind and rain, the diary of the poor boy's fortune. Non-fiction, my real experience. First more

author:No flowers and no wine sit in the field

Memories are a painful thing, and when people reach middle age and think about it again and again, they should write about these experiences as a memorial.

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I am a post-80s, 18-year-old junior high school graduate, worked as a waiter, dug pipe trenches, and desperately earned a few pieces of silver on the construction site. At that time, the dream was nothing more than a formal job. What a house car wife, even dare not think about it. Because I have the habit of loving to read books, I studied marketing professionally and took the self-examination, but I couldn't stick to it. I didn't go to college, but I borrowed the engineering books of my colleagues who graduated from technical school to intern during my part-time job in a factory, and I made a small gain. Running out of the factory, no food, mixed to the construction site to work, because they can draw drawings, and will put lines, but also simple electricians and welders, became technicians on the construction site. Every day I saw that my co-workers were either playing cards or drinking after work, and the miasma environment was smoky all day long, and I was unwilling, when I was just 21 years old. On the rest day, the workers are either playing mahjong or drinking, and they run to the talent market by themselves. I met my first confidant friend and took me to do engineering water supply business. When I participated in the technical exchange meeting, I was very envious when I saw the beautiful appearance of the sales staff, the outstanding mind, and the funny conversation. I'm going to do sales too! The owner disagreed! disagree? I don't want to do it, can't I? Carrying the settlement of 1,000 yuan or so of wages, I looked for a sales job without hesitation. At that time, there was no network, no online sales, and I was blind in the talent market. Famous large enterprises have academic requirements, as long as they can sell things, they can do anything. Wasn't the thinking at that time just selling things? It's too simple. Later, he followed a linyi owner who engaged in wholesale and retail of lamps and lanterns to sell lamps and lanterns, took his own bus to run the market, and rode a bicycle to run a lighting store. At that time, the newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, and the pedaling of a crooked bicycle was full of energy. Never forget the first order, in Zhaoyuan, there was no mobile phone at that time, there was a BB machine, riding around the county during the day, staying in a small hotel for 15 yuan a night at night, 15 yuan is a single room, ten yuan is a double room. Just came back to take a breath, a customer who ran during the day called to buy four lamps, threw down the dry steamed buns, rode on the car to the customer, walked to the halfway it was too dark, hit the rocks, the feet and hands were bruised, went to the customer, the result was late, people left work...

Because I have a company business to take care of, the daily time is very tight, the mobile phone knocking is not adjusted, you first make up to see.

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