In Lin Ye's third month as an intermediary, there were still zero transactions.
Customers let him go, peers cut off his orders, and even the store manager marked his price behind his back——
Whoever can afford the benefits can take away his customers.
He finally understood one thing:
In this city, houses are not the most valuable.
People are.
That night, he had his first contact with the "outside bureau."
Some people sell information, some people sell relationships, and some people sell bottom lines.
And he has nothing.
So he decided——
Put yourself on the table too.
A piece of customer information, in exchange for a network of contacts.
A gray transaction in exchange for a chance to turn around.
A trial resulted in a woman getting too close to him in the car but not moving back.
"You are very smart," she said.
He didn't speak, just watched her hand slowly slide off the steering wheel.
At that moment, he suddenly understood——
Some transactions do not need to be written in the contract.
From the squeezed low-level intermediaries to the "middlemen" who control the flow of resources,
He learned more than just making money.
How to get others to take the initiative to speak.
How to make a relationship "just right".
How is it that between desire and interests——
Calmly, take a step forward.
Some people called him unclean.
Some people can't live without him.
There were also people who sent him messages late at night, but only typed three words——
"Is it convenient?"
Lin Ye never asked why.
He only sees one thing:
This time, what are you going to give?
