Wang Mengmeng stayed with me in the store until the business closed. After reaching an agreement, we chatted a lot and were very happy, and the days seemed to drift back to the past.

After breaking up with Wang Mengmeng, I was filled with melancholy. Others were moving in a higher direction, but I was losing ground. Am I really a "potential stock" as Wang Mengmeng said? I don't know, I still have a lot of potential.

A bumpy road needs to be walked.

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When I got home, I asked a friend from an advertising company to design a warranty card design, which was finally completed. I plan to extend the warranty for all products sold in our store in the name of our store, even if they are not damaged within a week.

You can exchange or return unconditionally. I am doing this to increase consumers' trust in our store. Although there will be initial losses, it will be worth it in exchange for consumers' trust and goodwill to increase the chance of recurring sales. I am prepared.

3,000 yuan to implement this plan.

I checked online and the custom-made shopping bags with our store logo printed on them have been shipped. If nothing else, I will receive them tomorrow. The reason why I customized the shopping bags is to create an advertising effect. Such shopping bags are beautifully made and will be consumed by consumers.

Consumers will definitely not discard it after using it once. If they go shopping with a shopping bag with our store logo on it, isn't this a disguised form of advertising for us?

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After a busy day, I leaned on the computer chair, pressed my temples, and lit another cigarette. I turned off the light and quietly tasted the taste of being alone. I like this feeling. I am always abnormal at this time.

Sober, I took advantage of this rare sobriety to continue to conceive of the next plan. At this time, my desire for success has become stronger and stronger.

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Another day passed, and I counted my money. Today's business was not ideal, and I only made 652 yuan. The mall's broadcast had begun to remind customers that the business was about to close. I was also making preparations before getting off work.

I locked the cash box and started cleaning again. At this time, a girl who looked like a student came over. She seemed to be running over. She was a little out of breath.

"Boss, do you still have that white men's CK wallet?" she asked me expectantly.

"Yes." I said and went to get the goods for her.

She happily said to me: "My friend bought this wallet for her boyfriend. It's really stylish. Tomorrow is my boyfriend's birthday, and I want to buy him one too."

I smiled and said, "It's for your boyfriend, so I have to wrap it up for you. What's your boyfriend's name?"

The girl didn't seem to understand my intention, but she still told me her boyfriend's name: "Jia Ming."

I nodded and used high-end photo paper and exquisite picture colors to type out "Happy Birthday from Xiro Men's Store to Mr. Jia Ming" and then added the girl's name so that she could also say some blessings.

I wrapped the wallet, handed it to the girl, and said, "Our store supports personalized customization. These are free. Welcome to visit again next time."

The girl seemed very happy and promised repeatedly that she would introduce her friends. I also gave her a thin multi-functional blade as a gift. This thing does not take up space in the wallet and is very practical. Boys generally like it, but girls are even more satisfied.

, they repeatedly praised our store for its user-friendly operation, and also praised me for my unique vision. This wallet is very stylish.

Looking at the girl's leaving back, I smiled and felt a little confident in my heart. This proves that some of the work done in the early stage has worked and formed word-of-mouth among consumers. I believe that as long as I persist in doing

If this goes on, the number of consumers will definitely increase geometrically.

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I have been so busy recently that I forgot to charge my electric car. On the way home, I had to push the electric car and trudged forward. There were scattered snowflakes in the sky. This was already the second snow this winter.

Bursts of cold wind blew the snowflakes up and down. I was a little cold, so I started jogging in an attempt to stay warm. A shop open all night was playing Chinese New Year songs. Only then did I realize that there was something else.

It will be Chinese New Year in half a month.

I lost my mind for a while. The mall is open 365 days a year. I will probably not be able to go home this year. I will have to live alone. I am a little sad. It has been almost two years since I graduated. I have very little time to spend with my family and I have never repaid my parents.

What, I think I was a bit confused before.

I was a little tired, so I stopped the car, sat on a stool on the platform and lit a cigarette silently. The last bus stopped in front of me, quickly closed the door and started to leave. The air was filled with disgusting car exhaust, but the street lights were distorted.

On the car window, there is a blur of splendor.

In a store that was still open, Lin Fan's "Living Alone" coincidentally came up. I smiled and naturally thought of Mo Han. How is she doing now? Has she come out of the shadows? I think

She has recovered, she has no life or material pressure, it is just emotional injury, and it is not that difficult to heal on her own, at least that's what I think.

I took out my headphones, played "Living Alone" and opened the text messages I had with Mo Han before reading them. My emotions were filled with joy and sorrow according to the content of the messages.

Mo Han and I have not contacted each other for three days. This is sometimes the case between people. Even if we once missed each other, once we are separated, the relationship gradually fades away, and finally we become strangers we were familiar with.

Mo Han has this tendency at this time, and I don't plan to contact her, which is good, even though I am often tortured by loneliness and loneliness.

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I am already 26 years old. Too many memories and too many pasts often choke my breathing. In order to make myself feel better, I never touch these memories easily, so I become more and more indifferent towards love. This kind of indifference

It gave me a feeling of enjoying the pain.

While I was absent-minded, my text message alert rang again. I picked it up and looked at it, and my heart surged with joy. It was sent to me by Mo Han, and it was a MMS. This was a photo of her wearing sunglasses and a hat eating ice cream.

, still as beautiful as ever.

Mo Han once again shared her life with me via MMS, but I didn't reply. I put the phone in my pocket and pushed the electric car forward silently.
Chapter completed!