Once, when I was still very young, my friend, an experienced and venerable car dealer, told me a story. Of course, at the time I couldn't appreciate it, I couldn't know what kind of morality it didn't carry because of its young age.
This story was about how he was young, then too young, as they say, has acquired a very old wave. Even grandmother's clicking seeds on the shops seemed to be young and full of energy. She went on and . She started up, but refused to go. She had a lot of frustration with her in general.
Fifty thousand was not a small amount of money then, and by giving it away, my friend, frankly speaking, was hoping to get something more worthwhile and more traveling. We lived in different cities, so his car often had to travel several hundred kilometers. Everyone who has ever driven a volga knows how many litres of gasoline it takes to move it and keep moving for a hundred kilometers. At first, the car was still holding on. It didn't even need to be repaired. Although, my friend drove it to the service, painted something, patching it up. The metal corrosion on the hood, which was rusty and spoiled the view, he covered it with stickers. The view became even worse. When I first listened to the story, I thought that all these actions about the machine were meant to brighten up the purchase somehow.
How surprised I was when I found out that all this was in order to find a suitable buyer who would buy a car for a lot of money without any questions. There were no fools. Anyone who saw this volga was fleeing. A friend of mine was chasing them on that volga, but in vain. They ran faster. Of course, it was all sarcasm, but it was not far from the truth. Well, there were no buyers, and there were no expectations. My friend didn't know what to do, you can't buy a new one - you have to turn in the old one. And to whom?
My friend was tormented by this question for a long time. And then one day I went to the so-called rally of motorists of my city. Representatives of different classes, strata of the population gathered to discuss what's going on, what's going on and what's going on, and to talk about the weather. A friend of mine spoke so much with one of the participants there about the impact of the climate in Central Asia on the condition of cars that he learned that this person is a collector of old cars. And guess what kind of cars he was collecting? Volga.
A friend of mine quickly realized what it smelled like here and took a new acquaintance to his car. He did not know what to ask for a price, so, with a finger in the sky, he said with great hope: eighty. They shook hands with each other. And in my friend's pocket there was a profit of thirty thousand and a new acquaintance, who, according to him, was very pleased with his purchase. Now that it's been a long time, I understand the meaning of the story. And he wasn't in a simple profit or some kind of deception. It's just that every car dealer should learn one rule: look for the right person.
Yes, many people would think buying such a car, and even for such money just madness, mockery and jokes. But still there are people for whom this purchase would be a happiness and success, what they were looking for.
So why not communicate with such people, than angry at those who do not need your goods? In the latter case, you will not sell anything, just waste your time. On the contrary, in the first case, you acquire a friend who is ready to turn to you again when such a situation occurs, but still your pocket begins to rejoice at this acquisition.
So, remember this basic, primary concept of car trade: try to find the right person.