This surprising incident occurred in the remote 1996 in the city of Moscow on the legendary substance market of Luzhnik. In the ordinary people, everyone knew him as Luza. Enormous amounts of money, goods, people, and stories were tightly intertwined into one huge globe called the Loja. And here is one of them directly touching your submissive servant, as I had to take the most active part in this funny and at the same time instructive story.
At this time I was then working as a carrier at one food point in a small company. Although this is a very loud name for a business of 10 food tents. These tents provided hot and cold food and beverages to sellers and buyers on the market. You can say that they were the ancestors of our Little Cards and similar institutions. My immediate responsibilities included providing the work of my point. Namely, the supply of everything necessary, protection, control of sellers and solving emerging problems.
A few words about my wonderful friend. Her name was Love Aphonasievna, her birthplace was from the city of Kupyansk, Ukraine.By education she was a teacher and gave her favorite profession all her life. But under retirement, the difficult economic situation forced her to change her profession and place. This was a wonderful, charismatic woman, who in her homeland deserved respect and love.
The head, he was the owner of this enterprise was a colourful, smart and very advanced in terms of business Caucasian Lyon. (But of course he was not a liar at all, but he was so called and arranged.) For his advancement, he gave our prison system several years for illegal business activities. There is such an article in the UK and no one has cancelled it yet.
And now that we are familiar with almost all the actors, we can begin to tell.
One morning, when ordering products at a point, Lenya approached me and, squeezing, asked me what a dialogue was followed.
Where do you get so much pepper?
How much? is normal. A pack of black and a pack of red.
You took it yesterday and yesterday.
- Well, in the food order Love Aphonasievna wrote, this is what I collect.
- Yes, you know that in other points who for a week, and who for a month take a package and everything is okay, and yours every day. Why does she collect pepper there and send it to Ukraine?
Okay, I will get it done.
I really thought here. Not that it was a big problem, but once the boss said, you have to find out what it was about. After passing through the point and waiting for silence, I asked for an explanation. She replied indignantly:
And what if I have such a client, and a constant one, and he eats all this pepper at once, that I should lose it? He may be the only reason that he goes to me and that I don’t go to the pepper.
Love, you are a decent woman, but please don’t talk. Where is it seen to eat a pack of pepper at once?
Come for lunch and see. You will apologize for your mistrust.
Tom was cut off. And I thought, well, it is unlikely that such a person exists, well, if he is and where he is, then not in Luja, but somewhere in Thailand. And she will not bring him to lunch, and whoever can and can talk about this procedure, but hardly tolerate it. This man will be cursed, and I will laugh.
Lunch is coming. I am waiting. Love Aphonasievna asked me in advance not to be careful, but to sit quietly. And here he suits. For me, the seller makes a conditional sign and I begin to look unnoticed at our trial. A Chinese or a Korean, the hell will take them, all on one face, sluggish body, low, dull skin. The whole circus begins. I barely broke my eyes as I crashed. Love Aphonasievna imposes a portion of peelings on the client. Then take the red pepper and pour it completely into the plate. Then there’s another black package. You can imagine that the white color of the peelings was not seen. Take 100 grams of vodka and a piece of black bread. The Chinese are not in a hurry to eat. And it was so appetizing for him that I even had saliva. He grabbed the pellet on a fork, soaked it in a brown pear juice and sent it into his mouth. Then he slowly chewed, bitten the bread a little bit and drank a little glass of vodka. And not a single sign of any discomfort I did not see, but it was evident from him that he really the process. This is the downfall!! This is the magic!! Softly speaking, I was in shock.
Then there was a bad picture. My behavior attracted the attention of others and when they understood what it was a little too, we probably all the faces were "surprised", the eyes came out of the orbits.The upset Chinese stopped chewing and only incomprehensively translated his gaze from one to another. And only my saleswoman with a victorious look and a stuntman in her hand watched us from a distance.
Having understood the absurdity of the situation, I approached the Chinese and apologized for the concern. The rest of the Zevak asked to go away and went for a tribute to Love Aphonasievna. She complained to me that he probably would not come to her again after such a confusion. Of course it was my fault and I needed to fix the situation. I approached him and talked. We talked a little and during the conversation I, with admiration for his gift, gave him one advice on how to eat lunch for free and get money for it. You just have to argue about it and offer the opponent himself to pour the pepper at his discretion.
A couple of weeks. And again there was a conversation with Lene about the pepper. Naturally, he didn’t believe me and we decided to bet on a box of cognac. At that time, there were values. And after another demonstration of the wonderful abilities of our Chinese, I won 20 bottles of cognac. I never got a win. How is it. But this evening he laid a table for our whole collective. Toli helped me to do that, Toli did so.
But that is not all. What is the main morality of this story? Somewhere in a month my saleswoman asked me to meet with a customer. Honestly, I thought there would be some complaints or complaints, but it turned out to be much more interesting. The Chinese were waiting for me. We warmly greeted, talked a little about life, and then he extended me 5,000 rubles (then it was millions) with words of thanks for giving him good advice about betting on food. Of course I refused and motivated it by the fact that he was eating pepper, not me. And then he told me the abbreviated words that made me take the money and put it off for my whole life.
You Russians will never live well until you change your attitude to business and money. Do you think I’m doing you well for giving you money? I do good to myself first, and then only to you. This is a reward for a good business idea. I am now earning more on pepper than on the main job and faster and still full constantly. But now that you will know that I will definitely thank you, you or your friends will tell me and they will give me some idea or you will tell me something else. I make money and let others make money. This is the only way to do business for many years, not as you do once. Urval and dropped to the side.
Here is one bet, two people, two results, two philosophies of life.
I was eight or nine years old when my grandmother lost her gold watch. She made an alarm. The clock is dear, oh!
My uncle, aunt and mom interrogated me by putting me on the kitchen table and forcing me to look in my eyes. I explained to them that I didn’t take it, that I had no idea, but they pushed from different sides, shedding tears from me from the powerlessness to prove anything to three adults.
They morally pressed me for 4 hours, looking for approaches from different sides. “Maybe you forgot, but with whom it doesn’t happen” and so on. The tactics of a good and a bad policeman, threats and pity, all mixed for a frightened me into lulling shame and misunderstanding.
Something inside me broke. I was not believed! I tell the truth and they don’t believe me. The crack broke and a thin branch of childish carelessness and self-belief broke within me.
In the end, I became so nauseous, scary, and so bad from the press that in order to stop this torture, I lied.
I said I gave my clock to a friend in the class.
Bicycle and a friend.
Of course, they knew nothing there.
The next day I went to school with my head down, ashamed and angry with myself.
In front of a friend I apologized, but in the stomach that day there was lava and I could not study normally.
Inside there was a strong insult, guilt, shame and reluctance to go home, in which my own mother betrayed me, not believing me, her son.
A week later my grandmother found the clock.
No one apologized before me. Why apologize to a child? What such?
I just stopped trusting my mother and family.