No tool for thinking

Patsy 2021-12-09 08:01:23

The sales performance of the real estate brokerage company is deteriorating, and the company has to formulate new rules-this month's sales competition, the first place wins a car, the second place wins a set of steak knives, and the third place rolls away. A list of popular listings, but only salespeople with good performance are eligible to get it.

In the face of brutal competition, the office supervisor and the other four salesmen went their own way.

Sales A complained occasionally, but still bury his head in selling.

Sales B sits firmly on the top of the current sales charts, trying to talk about the next business, sitting on a famous car.

Sales C is full of complaints, and he persuades his colleague A to rob the office with the purpose of stealing the list of listings.

The old salesman D’s daughter was unconscious in the hospital. He whispered and angrily begged the supervisor to reveal a good house, but the supervisor remained unmoved. D visits door to door on rainy nights and sells goods on the phone, but he is rejected again and again.

The next morning, the office was stolen, and the list of popular listings was also stolen.

When the police interrogated the salespersons one by one, D walked into the office confidently with $82,000 in sales, changed yesterday's humble and submissive style, preached and abused his supervisor.

But when the supervisor suspected that D was the thief, D admitted that it was C's instigation, and his $82,000 in sales was just a joke of the customer.

The sales ranking measured by money makes colleagues slander each other and use each other; make sales lie so that customers can sign the contract; make the same person whisper or show off in front of the supervisor; make the father of the daughter a thief.

Those who worship money have different goals.
For show off: "I drive a $80,000 BMW, that's my name";
for motivating employees, the top-selling car wins the famous car,
and the bottom one is dismissed; for the purpose of flaunting identity, those with high performance Preferential treatment, indifferent to the low;
for the support of the family, and for the treatment of the daughter.

Money is just a tool without thinking, and thinking is a person who uses this tool.

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Extended Reading
  • Clinton 2022-04-21 09:02:08

    what a fucking world

  • Kadin 2022-04-22 07:01:29

    It's hard to do business, and it's a big pear to be a man! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Glengarry Glen Ross quotes

  • Ricky Roma: You're fuckin' shit.

  • [Dave Moss explodes at Ricky Roma and shouts]

    Dave Moss: You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place.

    Shelley Levene: Now wait a minute, Dave.

    Dave Moss: Shut up!

    Shelley Levene: Okay...

    Dave Moss: You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the fucking office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of... I get the shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you're top name on the board?

    Ricky Roma: Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, I'm sorry.

    Dave Moss: Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's fuckin' peach fuzz.

    Ricky Roma: And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?

    Dave Moss: Oh, fuck...

    Ricky Roma: [cutting him off] Fuck you, Dave. You know, you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week - how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! Your pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how fucked-up you are!

    Dave Moss: Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the fuck are you, Mr. Slick? Who - what the fuck are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! FUCK YOU! You got the memory of a fuckin' fly! I never liked you, anyway.

    Ricky Roma: What is this, your farewell speech?

    Dave Moss: I'm going home.

    Ricky Roma: Your farewell to the troops?

    Dave Moss: I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.

    Ricky Roma: Have a good trip.

    Dave Moss: Aw, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Fuck you all!

    [exits]

    Ricky Roma: [to Shelley] You were saying?

    Shelley Levene: Huh?