Ugly to Death

Liu Weizhen said, "That's different. During the day, you hadn't learned Jiang Xia's methods yet. I didn't close up until nine last night, and ten customers came in during that time. Only eight of them bought clothes. I copied Jiang Xia's sales approach and explained things to the customers, but I probably wasn't very good at it at first. Those people only bought one or two items and didn't fall for my pitch. They just bought one or two Wool Sweaters or a coat. Later, I got more and more fluent, and the last two customers who came into the shop actually bought complete outfits after hearing my recommendations."

"Ugh, when will I be like Xiao Xia, with every customer who comes in unable to escape my clutches?"

Jiang Xia said, "...It's not that exaggerated. People who don't want to buy or don't have the money won't fall into your clutches no matter how hoarse you make yourself."

Liu Weizhen had sold twenty-two pieces of clothing in total the previous night, earning about as much as Qiu Feng—303 yuan.

The three of them had combined sales of over 2,000 yuan.

Jiang Xia continued, "Last night was a special situation. Normally, your results are what's normal. There definitely aren't that many customers on ordinary days. I just happened to have the right time, place, and people on my side last night. Didn't you hear one customer say that the factory had just paid their wages, but they hadn't even made it home before spending half of it? Besides, it happened to be quitting time, when the crowds were at their biggest. I seized that moment to put out the gimmick, attract the crowd, build up the store's popularity, whip up the atmosphere, exploit human nature's weaknesses, and take them down in