Chapter 226 Professional Qualification

"Jing Hong, what do you think about this matter?" Mu Wanqing decided to temporarily put aside his ignorance of Liu Qing and focus on this issue. After saying this to Wenren Jing Hong, he turned to Liu Qing: "Liu Qing, please tell me. Is this kind of sales force an individual or can it be effectively scaled?"

"I think it is definitely an isolated case." Wenren Jing Hong is still remembering Liu Qing's hatred and cannot let go of him. After hearing Mu Wanqing's question, she glanced at Liu Qing with contempt: "How many hooligans like him who understand the minds of young women are in this world? I think most men are far from his level."

Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, obviously she had thought of this problem just now. Undoubtedly, the achievements made by Liu Qing are absolutely eye-catching and heart-pounding. However, as Wenren Jing Hong said, hooligans of the level like Liu Qing are rare. If one is not done well, it may be a waste of time.

"This is not necessarily the case." Liu Qing was so excited that he blew his cigarette out and lit it, and glanced at Wenren and Jing Hong with a slanted eyes and faintly said: "In my opinion, this is just an experiment. It is targeting women, more mature women's reactions to male salesmen. I have discussed the previous argument with Wanqing. I don't want to repeat it here. However, the facts have proved that as long as the method is appropriate and the etiquette is appropriate, a large number of women do not reject the service of male salesmen. In fact, there are also many women who hope to get recommendations from professionals with some male vision. After all, most women wear underwear for men to see."

"But how many bastards like you are who are very familiar with women's underwear but understand women's psychology very well? Could it be that we are going to publish advertisements to find middle-aged uncles like you who linger in bars and are we lingering as our underwear salesmen? Then where is the safety of us female employees?" Wenren Jing Hong stared at Liu Qing fiercely. This afternoon, she had never had a peace of mind. This bastard, yes, it's this bastard. Her good husband, the good husband of her close friend, actually tormented herself in public?

Bastard? Middle-aged uncle? Liu Qing's eyes were about to glar. Hu's feet stood up and sneered: "Old aunt, don't give you some sunshine and start to shine. Even if you give it to me, I'm not interested at all!"

Little eyes and little breasts? Wenren Jing Hong's head exploded, as if she was hit by an atomic bomb thrown by Liu Qing. Her face turned red and white. After a long time, she came back to her senses. She slapped the table in anger and widened the pair of single-eyed eyes: "Liu Qing, your blind dog eye saw my aunt, my little breasts?" She felt sad in her heart. She felt a little inferior about her breasts. She was still young in high school, so she was not very good.

I think, but in the years I studied abroad, the gap between my bust and those European women was too obvious. This has always been my own heart disease. Before sitting down to eat, I secretly looked at the busts of all the women on this table, and it was very sad to find that whether it was horizontal and vertical, it was all my smallest. Who would have thought that Liu Qing would directly reveal the scar in her heart bloodily again. How could she bear this?

"Uh, I've read it wrong." Liu Qing suddenly looked heavy and looked apologetically at the furious Wenren Jing Hong: "Sorry, I'm really wrong. You are definitely not a little breast. But there is no breast. I'm very suspicious that a plane will stagger from the left side of your chest to the right?"

"Liu Qing, you are a bastard, I want to kill you..." Wenren and Jing Hong began to jump out in a daze, and rushed towards Liu Qing through Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing hurriedly grabbed her, a very angry and pitiful close friend. Mu Wanqing could understand her furiousness. Anyway, even Mu Wanqing herself could not remember how many times she wanted to directly touch and kill her husband who could kill her anger.

"Wanqing, don't worry about me, I'll fight him." Wenren Jing Hong's face turned from pale to blush, like a cow that was angered by red cloth. Her only goal at this time was to kill this guy with a smile on his face and deserved to be beaten.

"Jing Hong, OK. Liu Qing just likes to joke. In fact, he is quite good." Although Mu Wanqing tried his best to find any good things from her husband after searching. But in front of outsiders, he still had to bite the bullet and say good things to him. The two people really started to conflict and felt so uncomfortable that they were stuck in the middle.

After saying this, Mu Wanqing had a cold face again, her pretty eyes looked at Liu Qing, and said angrily: "Liu Qing, you don't know how to let Jing Hong go. Is she still a girl?"

Seeing that his wife had already spoken, Liu Qing was too lazy to continue to care about her. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about her."

Wenren Jing Hong originally wanted to continue to get angry, but she was hugged by Mu Wanqing. She was not able to struggle hard, afraid that a friend who would accidentally hurt him. After hearing Liu Qing's words, she gradually calmed down and said sneered: "Liu Qing, I will remember what you said today. One day, I will ask you to return me with all your money and interests." Her tight body relaxed gently and slowly sat back on the chair. But her eyes were always hung on Liu Qing. She seemed to want to tear him into several petals with her eyes before talking.

"Welcome at any time." Liu Qing smiled slightly and owed her body.

But Fu Jundie, who had been silent, was vaguely worried about Wenren and Jing Hong. It seemed that he and Liu Qing were also quarreling because they were always noisy and were incompatible. Many times, he wanted to draw his gun and kill Liu Qing. But in the end, he fell in his arms sadly? I wonder if Wenren and Jing Hong's fate would be the same as him? Of course, Fu Jundie didn't care at all about whether the result would be like that. After all, the only plan between him and Liu Qing now is to live these days well. From then on, he began to embark on a fate that he would never look back.

Mu Wanqing knew that the smell of gunpowder between the two people had not dissipated for a while. If they were tossed out, they would definitely be ignited again. She hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Okay, today's discussion ends here. What you both make sense, Jing Hong, you have shifted your focus to this aspect in recent times. Although individual examples cannot fully illustrate the problem, they can at least prove that opportunities exist. What we need to do next is to conduct small-scale experiments."

"Also, Liu Qing. I hope you can assist Jing Hong's work and make reasonable suggestions and scope for the selection of marketers, salary, commissions, etc.." Mu Wanqing looked at Liu Qing with a serious face, knowing that he would definitely not agree to his request. Before he started to object, he took the lead and said: "Liu Qing, I hope you can understand a little. Private grudges are personal grudges, please don't bring them into work. Work is just work. And Jing Hong, I also hope you can understand this. Since everyone is doing this, please try to show your professional qualities."

Liu Qing certainly understood professional qualities very well. Although the rules of those who were mercenaries were casual, they never relaxed in professional qualities. If a warrior or a person who was profession as a war, if he did not have firm professional qualities, he would always lose his soul even if he did not die on the battlefield.

"Wanqing, don't worry. I have much better professional qualities than some middle-aged men in salty and wet." Wenren Jing Hong's face was still cold, but she was trying to show her professional qualities to Liu Qing. She pretended to be generous and reached out to Liu Qing, hoping to express her sincere cooperation with him. Of course, she would shrink her hand back the moment Liu Qing stretched out her hand and give him a little embarrassment. The so-called professional qualities were expressed at work. Now is just dinner time, why should she be polite to him?

However, for Liu Qing, perhaps, it was precisely because of his so-called professional qualities on the battlefield that he did many things that ordinary people could not imagine for survival and for the survival of his teammates. However, it was also those many things that gradually corroded his original clear heart inadvertently. Just like the succubus in hell, tempting his soul bit by bit, slowly dragging it to the depths of the endless hell.

The dark side of my heart accidentally glanced over my heart, and my originally cheerful face gradually became gloomy. However, I forced myself to control some irritable emotions with willpower. A pair of eyes began to be covered with blood. It seemed that it was difficult to control it. I reached out and grabbed Wenren Jing Hong's delicate and soft jade hand: "I will let you know what is true professional quality."
Chapter completed!