Two hours later, Zhou Ming finally walked down the steps of his speech. He glanced at the intersection where the mercenaries were still guarding, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Jordano, who was waiting beside him, walked over with an excited look on his face.

"Mr. Zhou Ming, your speech just now is really great! It makes people excited. If I hadn't known you, I would have thought it was a professor from a business school... No, what you said is definitely more explosive than any professor!" Jordano said with his fists tightly clenched.

From his small actions, Zhou Ming knew that he was not deliberately complimenting himself, but said the truth. However, Zhou Ming still smiled and shook his head: "I can't compare to those real business school professors, because I did not talk about any business knowledge except inciting them to be dealers and believing that I would make a lot of money."

Jordano immediately shook his head and said firmly: "It is more rare because these professors in business schools will only throw out some nouns that no one understands, or some empty principles. I believe that if they were to them, they would probably doze off or leave in just two minutes. Only Mr. Zhou Ming, the most direct and simple statement, can attract them!"

Zhou Ming looked back at the guys who were full of fighting spirit and were planning to do something career, sighed and said, "This method is very effective, but if it is possible, I really don't want to do this."

After leaving this sentence, Zhou Ming went back to the car to rest. After all, Zhou Ming's nerves have been tense for a while, and he needs a rest time.

In addition, what Zhou Ming told Jordano was the truth, because no matter how pure the word pyramid scheme was at the beginning, at least in Zhou Ming's concept, it was always an illegal act. However, Zhou Ming had no choice. After all, all dealers are now blocked. If Zhou Ming wants to break the situation, he can only use Amway's pyramid scheme to train dealers by himself.

In fact, as for Zhou Ming himself, he really wanted to provide some formal training for these people, but Bona's pressing side made Zhou Ming not have the conditions, so he could only use brainwashing methods of pyramid schemes to stimulate the confidence and enthusiasm of these people as much as possible.

In addition, the sales model mentioned by Zhou Ming is also offline like pyramid schemes, but it is not completely attracted to the public. Instead, like later micro-businesses, they use general dealers to distributors and then to each sales, making profits through the price difference. Generally speaking, only profitable industries such as health products and cosmetics can guarantee. However, after experiencing the previous abnormal luxury consumption, the mid- and low-end clothing market is still profitable.

Zhou Ming was so tired that he had a rare rest, but Zhou Ming's class triggered a sales craze in 93 provinces and even received follow-up reports from the state TV station.

"Hello everyone, I am Anna, the reporter of News Discovery. I believe that 93 provinces are synonymous with poverty and violence in the eyes of many people. But today there is a very incredible sales here. We usually go to special stores to buy things, but the sales here are from our friends. They call this model a pyramid scheme, which means that customers use their product experience to spread and sell their relatives and friends to get a certain reward."

A middle-aged journalist was introducing the camera of a state television station. She shrugged when she said this: "I know this is ridiculous. Why would anyone be willing to give up the store and go to other people to buy clothes? I'm afraid this sales model is what the poor people here in 93 Province think of. Perhaps their purpose is to escape the little rent of the store, and God may also be a big expense!"

"But no matter what, our task this time is to understand him. Maybe you can laugh at him, after I interviewed a pyramid schemer."

The reporter said this, and then the camera was pulled onto a young man dressed in a very hip-hop.

He greeted the camera, "Hey everyone! My name is Mori, I am the dealer of Beluco Clothing Company in 93 province."

"Oh my God! I think I heard it right. Is there a company for clothing like you? Sorry, I always think that this is just fabric produced by an unknown workshop." The reporter said in a sarcastic tone.

"That must be prejudice, just like the stupid arrogance you have now, but please believe me. When I introduce Beluco's pyramid scheme model, you will definitely fall in love with him, just like your wife," said Morrie.

The reporter spread his hands and looked helpless: "Is this what your Lord told you? Then I think you must be a pagan, just like your liar general manager."

With the reporter's provocative mockery, Morrie can be seen in the camera very angry, but he finally held back.

"Did you think I'd argue with a fool who thought he was arrogant and prejudiced? I'm sorry you were wrong. I just want to ask you one question, how much is the shirt inside you?" Morrie asked.

This sudden question confused the reporter. He had no idea why Morrie suddenly turned to this question.

But he replied: "This shirt is from Givenchy. I refuse to disclose the price I bought, but I think his counter price will never be less than a thousand francs."

Morrie screamed in anger: "Then anyone who wants to buy it must have a thousand francs ready. I think this is really expensive!"

"I think this is expensive for you 93 provinces. In fact, many people can afford it." The reporter said.

"But what if there is another shirt of equally good quality that only costs less than two hundred francs?" asked Morrie.

"Are you referring to your Beruco shirt? Please be honest, this brand that you have never heard of before cannot be compared with the wonderful Givenchy." The reporter said again.

Morri nodded: "So that's it, then what if this shirt could still bring you income?"

The reporter widened his eyes: "Income? Are you saying that if I buy this shirt, can I still make money? This is simply bizarre. Will you pay me some money if I buy something from you? If so, I think I can buy you bankrupt."

Mori shook his head and told reporters: "I'm sorry that I'm not going to give you money, but that you can become a dealer in Beluco by buying my clothes and then sell them to others, such as your relatives and friends or everyone you interviewed."

"God! I can't imagine where you got this kind of confidence. Do you think someone will want this kind of garbage clothes?" the reporter asked with a sneer.

Morrie calmly asked, "So this is the next question I'm going to ask next. Do you think your income has increased this year compared to last year? Or to change to a simpler and more direct question, are your credit card bills increasing?"

The reporter was stunned at first, then nodded and said that this was normal, but Mori told him: "This is definitely not normal. This is because we were brainwashed by luxury goods in the past. In fact, we should have a rational consumption. Why do we have to recognize brands? Why do we have to spend so much money to consume such expensive luxury goods? Why can't we buy clothes that are affordable and cheap?"

The reporter wanted to say something, but Mori said in front of him: "I know Mr. Reporter, you are rich, but I miss your relatives and friends, or other people you meet, may not necessarily be as rich as you. Then at this time, you can introduce him to our clothes."

"How to introduce it?" the reporter asked subconsciously.

"Cheap!" replied Morrie, "Mr. Reporter, your shirt needs one thousand francs, but the same piece of clothing costs only two hundred francs for me. I think it is not expensive even if you sell 3400 or even five hundred francs, right? Then the savings of 500 francs, you can take your wife and children to Marseille to enjoy the sea view."

Mori then emphasized: "Of course the most important thing is how much money you can make through this business, Mr. Journalist."

The reporter really calculated by his fingers: "If I sell 500 francs, I can earn 300 francs through this business."

Morri said with certainty: "Yes, 300 francs. Although I don't know your income, this is already 93 savings for many people for half a month! Then as long as you can sell ten pieces a month, you will get 3,000 francs. One hundred pieces is 30,000. I can no longer calculate how much money you can make in this year. Are you not tempted at all?"

The reporter was silent, and this time he did not refute anything about Mori.

The silent lens made the photographer very anxious. He kept reminding the reporters over there to say something casually and wanted to ask him what happened, but the reporter was as indifferent as a wax figure.

After a while, the reporter suddenly looked up and asked Morrie: "So how can we become your dealer?"

This sudden question made the photographer widen his eyes, but Mori was prepared to answer: "I just said that as long as you buy our clothes and as long as you are our customer, you can become our dealer."

"Okay, from now on, I will become a dealer of Beluco. What a damn reporter, I'll stop doing it!"

As the reporter said that, he smashed the microphone in his hand to the ground, and then left with Morrie, leaving only the photographer in chaos here.

If possible, the photographer would almost pop his eyes out of his eyes. After all, this was the most bizarre interview incident in his interview career: what is this and what? Why did the reporter follow the interviewer and become a dealer as an interviewer? This is too much!
Chapter completed!