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Being a good sales representative

In selling you are almost entirely your own boss. You set your own rate of payand, like the captain of a ship at sea, you rely on your own judgment ability and intuition. There are many other things that go to make selling real fun. You meet the community’s most successful, most interesting and influential people. You are in constant touch with what’s going on in the world, and you are laying the foundation for success and increasingly bigger pay checks. no fire can burn,no flood destroy, no thief can steal a salesman’s stock in trade which is, as you know, the  confidence and friendship of his customers.

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  1. Wow lovely, how important it is to Being a good sales representative

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  2. Cannot agree less that Confidence and ability to relate with steady and new customers is needed in a Good Sales Rep

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  3. Hmmmmmmmm, well better to know that you considered this sales person report. Well you are almost right. Well if you say no one can steal a sales man confidence or the confidence and trust for quality in is clients or customers have in him. What about the competition dear. The competition make is tables and standards including confidence to be broken. From your brother just waiting for you to make me understand how and why you said that without thinking of competition

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    1. No one can steal the confidence of his customer especially when u av proven to be loyal and true...
      Nobody wants his or her trust to be broken..what keeps the confidence even in the midst of competition is the truth.

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    2. Fair enough then. Life just has it's was of doing things. Continue the good work, some people just need to learn that it is not proper I say to break trust in business.

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