These people have a lot in common. They look dirty and honest, and some look disappointed, as if they are worried about the sales of goods.
The same is true for copywriting: if the best fruit is not sold, uncle will cry. We are fruit farmers and have no money to advertise. All the fruits have just been picked from the trees. Help these helpless fruit farmers and make their lives easier. We don't have middlemen, it's all cost price.
Many people were moved by the tragic experience of fruit farmers and thought that the price was not expensive, so they placed an order to buy fruit.
After receiving the parcel, I opened it and found that nine boxes were all inferior fruits. Not only is the appearance far from the picture, but the taste is more complicated.
Compared with the beautiful advertisement, the fruit bought feels that the seller is lying with his eyes open.
This kind of merchants who swindle and swindle with photos of fruit farmers are doing one-off business, developing new customers every day, and basically have no repeat customers.
Without high-quality products, we should take advantage of the public's empathy and regard kindness as a tool to collect money.
This routine often works wonders, and the tragic sales volume is even written into the marketing book, attracting countless businesses to follow suit.
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Every Valentine's Day, the streets are full of young people selling flowers. In recent years, many flower shops aim at business opportunities and spend money to find some children to help sell flowers.
Roses that cost less than one or two dollars can be easily sold for twenty dollars in festivals.
It is a good thing that children can earn pocket money when the flower shop opens the market.
However, some bosses like to be smart. They asked the flower boy to take a sign full of stories of various versions. Some say that my mother is ill and she is raising medical expenses, some say that she has separated from her relatives and is earning money to go back, and some say that her family is too poor to pay tuition.
The plot is changeable and everything is available. It is a realistic version of the tragic world.
Not only that, the flowers sold by these children are often the ugliest tail goods in flower shops.
When the guests ask questions, the children will take out what the boss taught them in advance: we are too poor to buy good goods.
The guests are very sympathetic to the children's going out to sell things in cold weather, and they are willing to pay for those flowers with poor appearance.
In a crowded city, children who don't sell well can easily earn thousands of dollars every holiday.
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You must have seen the kind of shop that always announces its closure.
This kind of shop usually has messy goods and looks poorly managed.
Signs in the store are covered with banners with terrible reasons for closing the store.
My wife ran away with someone else, and the boss cleared the fare to chase her.
If the child is not your own, clean the house and collect money to marry another wife.
The landlord is too black-hearted, not renting when it expires, and the deadline is clearance sale.
When the wife comes back, the boss gives a discount to celebrate for three days.
There was a loud stereo at the door, and it was closed for three days to clear the warehouse.
After three days, such a store will not close for three years.
There is a tearful story written on the banner, and the boss laughs till he tears when counting money.
Many passers-by thought it was cheap, but it was actually cut by the merchants.
Anyone who has taken a long-distance bus must have met a "deaf-mute" holding a sign.
My hometown is a small four-tier city, and I can meet them every time I leave home.
Just before departure, someone took out a small sign that said: I am deaf, please help me. They will also give you a disability certificate to prove that you are really disabled.
These people are men and women, not gray-haired old people or students in school uniforms. They look like normal people.
When they got on the bus, they began to bow and asked all the passengers in the car from front to back to see if anyone would give them a few dollars.
Once, I gave a student-looking man ten dollars. After a while, four or five people with disability certificates came to beg me to be kind, some bowed and some bowed. I was so embarrassed that I spilled all my change.
Later, I learned from the news that 80% of those people are normal people in disguise, and their disability certificates are all false. They beg for money everywhere at the station during the day and have four dishes and one soup at the hotel at night.
From then on, I met a disabled person who couldn't tell the difference between true and false, and was penniless.
Kindness is a virtue. I want to be a kind person, but I don't want to be a fool.