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Met an old man in the market he was sitting on the platform selling metal jewellery.. Am waiting for my friend a small chat he told me Nowadays he hates doing business I asked, Why? he said, "Now, there is no respect for money, people never bargain for my product and they are rude.." I asked, "how can call this rude!" he replied, " In those days, When foreigner comes they bargain. A small kind of friendship and respect what I feel. Now, that's missing, a poor trader need relationship with his customer not money alone. They remember us when they see the product, if they bought on bargain.."
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Yess, I felt true
Met an old man in the market he was sitting on the platform selling metal jewellery.. Am waiting for my friend a small chat he told me Nowadays he hates doing business I asked, Why? he said, "Now, there is no respect for money, people never bargain for my product and they are rude.." I asked, "how can call this rude!" he replied, " In those days, When foreigner comes they bargain. A small kind of friendship and respect what I feel. Now, that's missing, a poor trader need relationship with his customer not money alone. They remember us when they see the product, if they bought on bargain.."
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
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