A man who goes from telling stories to listening to stories

Orland 2021-11-17 08:01:28

I once heard a phone call recording on the Internet. A certain netizen recorded his call with a fake Tencent customer service in Hainan: The liar who was originally calm and calm, tried to control his hometown accent, and was frustrated to receive counseling, couldn’t stand the repeated molesting of netizens. After provocation and teasing, he suddenly laughed and scolded, sounding almost mental breakdown and insanity.

In fact, being a liar, even a liar guarding the phone and phishing, seems to be under great pressure.


In order to make life better, ROY regards himself as an artist (Con artist). In addition to changing clothes in his closet, an important skill he possesses is storytelling, a story that can convince the target, and the ability to make up a story that keeps the "customer" from hanging up in one second.

Advertisers also have to learn to tell stories. You have to tell consumers a story about this brand: "From the Prairie." You have to tell the consumer about another consumer's story, "Who knows who uses it".

"Advertising is legalized lying." The advertiser may also be called a legitimate liar. Advertisers with good "storytelling skills" are also needed. According to Michael Maynard, "Advertising is the poetry of Capitalism", are they not poets?

Artists, it is inevitable to deal with artists. Since ROY's mood was affected by the story of her "daughter" ("You are as bad as her boyfriends"), I knew he was going to be planted.

As an advertiser, his destiny may still be the same as that of a con artist. No matter how creative and rational, he will eventually become a consumer, accepting the baptism of advertising and the poison of consumerism.





Reference
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Matchstick Men quotes

  • Roy: [while looking for his pills] Pygmies!

  • Frank Mercer: [narration from Frank's letter to Roy] Dear Roy, You're probably pretty upset. I don't blame you. You taught me most of what I know, so I suppose I owe you better than this. But you always told me if I ever got a shot at a big score, I should take it. And that's what I did. Sorry about the sap on the head, by the way, and for everything else. You always said guys like us can't afford to have regrets about what we do. That's gonna be a little harder for me, but I'll manage. If it makes any difference, you're the best I ever saw. I'd never find a better partner, and now I won't have to. I love you, man. Frank. P.S. Enjoy the gift.

    [chuckles]