It wasn't long before I saw an attractive job advertisement: high salary and first-class working environment. I was very happy to call the recruitment company immediately, and the answer was that I immediately rushed to the company headquarters in the outer suburbs of Paris for an interview. An hour and a half later, when I arrived at the door of the company, the reception hall was already crowded. 100 students were smiling and their eyes were full of hope.
In fact, this company asked us to promote sunscreen. Applicants need to borrow a sprayer from the company, buy a barrel of 15 kg sunscreen on credit, and then go directly to the seaside to sell products. There, you have to convince customers to accept that you spray sunscreen on them with a sprayer. And each spray can receive 10 francs. The cost of sunscreen is 5 francs. Suppose you can spray 100 times a day, earn 500 francs a day and earn 15000 francs a month. This figure is too tempting for poor students, and everyone has signed up.
I reported to Marseille Beach first. Marseille is the largest seaport city in France and a paradise for leisure people. Children play in shallow water and build castles on wet sand. Groups of French people lie lazily on the shore, kissed by the bright sunshine, like sardines about to be dried.
With my usual self-confidence, I strode to the apartment by the sea? Sardines? Group. But just as I was condescending, I was going to give a speech to two people? Sardines? When selling sunscreen, they suddenly became two flesh and blood bodies in my foggy glasses: one was white and fat, and the other was brown and red, which made people take in everything in a glance. ? What about you, ladies? I quickly adjusted my eyes to my feet, and those hawking words that I knew by heart got stuck in my throat. Almost subconsciously, I ran away.
I changed my strategy and started talking to that paunchy old man. The old lady armed to the teeth launched an attack.
? Do you want to spray sunscreen? As long as 10 francs. ? I asked again and again and was rejected again and again. Watching the sun move towards the horizon bit by bit, I was in a hurry. Perhaps my appearance touched people's sympathy, and an old man slowly stood up from the beach and walked towards me. ? Young man, just spray me! ? He seems to be encouraging me. I was full of energy, raised my brand-new spray gun and shot him from head to toe. Finally, a Huang Cancan, a round coin of 10 francs rolled into my pocket, and the miserable change jingled in my pocket.
On this day, I always earn 10 francs, but my accommodation is as high as 150 francs.
The next day, I take offense as defense, use? Sound? Won. But people seem to turn a deaf ear to my voice and turn a blind eye to my spray gun. Seeing that the fireball overhead moved westward again, I was still empty-handed. The accommodation fee for that day was 150 francs. Although I was fined for violating the contract, I hurried back to Paris.
The first time I went out to sea, I summed up my experience and lessons: first, it is best to work locally, which can save travel and accommodation, and the worst result is nothing more than not making a profit or losing money; Second, it's best to find some jobs that ordinary people don't want to do in the local area, so although it's tiring, at least you can get a certain reward; Third, don't sign a contract with a coolie easily. Maybe the contract itself is a trap. If you want to sign, you can only sign one. Come and go freely? Contract.