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soon have to spend 5 seconds, begging me to spend a considerable time, the remuneration received only 5 cents, so I turned him down. beggar children a month to discuss an eight hundred thousand. lucky about the time more than two thousand points. All Shenzhen thousands of beggars,beats by dre, beggars, only about ten per month to a million or more to discuss. I was in this one in a million one. and very stable without much fluctuation. I increasingly admire the beggar.

this stop, so there I was deeply shocked behind this story, like a vivid case of market research courses. In order to be faithful to the original intent of this beggar, and I try to repeat from memory the words of his original.
because I have a happy, positive attitude, so asked for more money.

This is the beauty of the city to sit. night shopping after work to play with the wife and kids to see Night, a family of three enjoyable, but also live in this birth. if the case counterparts, and sometimes throw a coin and watch them walk away happy thanks to as if to see his own shadow.

factor, is that population and Shenzhen in Shenzhen city rectification to be so. more. In theory, if I discuss one dollar per person per day to, I earn 30 million monthly. However, not everyone will give, but not so many people every day discussion. So I get analysis, which is the target customer, which are potential customers. 50% probability of success; the remaining 5 percent, I chose to give up, because I did not have enough time on them luck. ?

;, begging 1 of 1 dollar, 8 hours is 480, multiplied by the probability of success 60% [(70% +50%) ÷ 2], are nearly 300. ; waste the limited time customers who desire no charity, it is better instead to find the next target. The beggar sounds really meets the eye, but rather is a senior marketing director.

will not lose face in front of generous handouts. Secondly, I was alone as a pretty girl with potential customers, because they are afraid of entanglement, so most will spend money to avoid disaster. these two groups,tods, all of them are controlled at 20 ~ 30 years old. Age too small,Casque dr dre, no economic base; too old, may have been married, the financial power rests in the hands of his wife. such people,casque beats, there is no hope, wait for them to turn to me for money. ;
escape. eating ice cream; the third is the well-dressed young man, holding a laptop bag. I see a person as long as 3 seconds, I did not hesitate to go begging in front of the girl. The girl pulled out two coins in the bag throw me and wonder why I just find her to beg. I said that the couple, eating, convenient money; that man is a senior white-collar workers, who may not change; you just returned from shopping in the supermarket, the body must some change. I heard the more interesting.
, climbing up and down and more tired. to use the knowledge to arm themselves, knowledge of a person can become very smart, intelligent people continue to learn the knowledge can become professionals. 21 What is most needed? is human.
efforts to make money for my son to college studying Marketing and inherited his father better than I do when a beggar. region to do marketing, 2 years ago was promoted to marketing manager for a monthly salary of 5 thousand. then more than 10,000 mortgage has a Samsung laptop, repayment of 2 thousand a month,beats by dre, dying to live. then I think this will never can not head out to quit, and the sea do the beggars, I am willing to make a high-quality beggar. Interest received me as an apprentice ... ...
beggars very talkative.

I'm surprised a moment, with interest and asked What is the difference in the first place?

he interrupted my thoughts,Polo Ralph Lauren pas cher, said: the difference between the other beggars.

Which begging?

I just bought a levi's carrying business from out of Mao, standing in the doorway waiting for a friend. I found a professional beggar, very professional, straight to the stop in front of me.

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his mouth half closed eyes the tears of grievances

The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.