Dealing with loved ones who sell insurance

Salesmen who sell insurance are sometimes really annoying, and it is really quite helpless to meet a person who wants to buy and hesitates, just like catching a life-saving straw. Let people hide and can't hide, the words are light, the insurance seller will feel that it is still an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the words are cruel! They are also afraid of offending others, especially their own relatives. But I don't denigrate the industry, but I feel that buying insurance should be voluntary, not forced.

Thirty-six lines, the line out of the shape, as long as you can say that the face is thick-skinned, there is still a future. It's just that in recent years, this line is a line of insults, and there is a woman in our village, who can't say that she has no face and no skin! But it was also a bit of a money-oriented sale, and the good neighbor who had not looked up for many years had become a complete enemy with her.

From the birth of their daughter, there are many people who sell insurance who do not know where to get the news, and all kinds of phone bombing all the time. And those who specially take hundreds of days photos for young children are also unknown through what channels to get my mobile phone number. During that time, almost a few days later, a strange number called politely to ask about taking a hundred days photos of the child, although I refused one by one, but I did not resist the visit of the strange number.

The most that I can't refuse is the insurance sales between my relatives, and I am embarrassed to refuse. But for the matter of buying insurance for my daughter, I did think about it, and I wanted to buy a lifetime protection for my daughter. I don't understand the rules and regulations of insurance, at least the policy I bought for my son three years ago, I haven't understood it so far. The water in the insurance company is deep, and I don't want to get caught up in it. My aunt once said a sentence, which I still remember very clearly, that the money is put in their own hands and they have the final say, and when they put it in their hands, they will have the final say.

The in-laws' family, I respectfully call her a sister-in-law, in the past year, unconsciously engaged in the business of selling insurance. At first, when I was in the early stages of pregnancy, I once met her, and she talked about insurance, and I could only laugh and say yes. Watch the baby be born! Not long after the confinement, the aunt took the opportunity to come to my house again. When I came, I also specially brought my daughter two small pink clothes worn by children, and I warmly received her, after all, she was the first time to come to my new home. Not long after entering the door, I began to lobby, talk about this, talk about the good insurance, I was confused. My aunt asked me: Take advantage of the company to engage in this activity, give my granddaughter a guarantee, there is an insurance there is a guarantee, and now it is popular to send insurance for marriage; to be honest, the aunt's eloquence is really good! It was a big loss not to do it in the early years. If you do sales, you have long been a corner in an industry.

This time my aunt came to visit, and I still kept smiling and not offending her posture.

My sister-in-law's second visit gave me a surprise attack.

This afternoon, a bang... boom... There was a knock at the door, and I thought it was the neighbor's house. Two minutes from now! Boom boom I hurried over to look through the cat's eyes and vaguely saw a chubby woman standing in the doorway. I opened the door, and my aunt appeared at the door breathlessly holding her daughter, and in an instant, I was shocked! Without saying anything, he ushered them through the door. The aunt said: That's their manager, passing by here, stop by to see; needless to say I know in my heart, what is passing by! This is a deliberate excuse to sell the product again! At that moment, I was actually quite disgusted, but I couldn't show it, and there was no doubt that the face of selling insurance was thick. And it is the word thick-skinned that is fully displayed in them.

After entering the door, the aunt did not have too many words, and after a few words of implicit warmth, she unceremoniously entered the topic. The manager talked endlessly from the moment he entered the door, whether others liked it or not, just called the insurance she recommended a ceiling, as if not buying it would definitely regret it for life. I just listened, and what I listened to was an absent-minded, confused one, and she continued to lobby. During this period, some of the questions I answered were also vague, because I didn't want to listen carefully at all, I just wanted to swallow the dates and go through the formalities.

The aunt sat there crying and laughing, looking a little embarrassed. Several times she tried to interject, but was stopped by the sharp-toothed manager. What disgusted me the most was that the manager, who was very old and felt that he was very young, took a look at his son's insurance policy and immediately threw it aside and continued to lobby for her product. I politely called her aunt, and she was full of reluctance to let me call her sister. In fact, her age should be about the same as my mother-in-law! The little one is not a few years younger, and it is reasonable for me to call her aunt, which gives her enough face. That face didn't look as good as my forty-something aunt! I look older than my mother-in-law of about fifty!

The people who sell insurance are all old oilers! After a few words, I can see the general idea. When she saw that I was still indifferent, she had to laugh and say: I am not here today to force you to buy now, you can think, good products after this village will not have this shop! The company's activities will end at the end of this month; I laughed but did not answer, still adhering to my principles, and the manager said, "I will write you a rough idea, you first understand and understand my family's products." After saying that, he took out a white piece of paper that had been prepared long ago and brushed it with a black brush, and wrote absently, muttering a few words with his aunt in the middle.

One look from the manager, the aunt understands in seconds, hey! This tacit understanding is also quite high.

The aunt handed me the white paper, and I took a general look, and the first thing that caught my eye was the manager's font! Stroke by stroke is like that written by elementary school students who have just entered elementary school.

They left, and before leaving, they had a glimmer of hope for me to think about it and call.