It was Friday night. Around 10 p.m, just as I entered my house and getting ready to hug my little one, my uncle called and told me he was nearby my house. He wanted to pay me a visit. 5 minutes later, he arrived at my front door, with his wife, Susan.
My uncle has a P.H.D in Geology and he owns a respectable construction firm.
What follows was two hours of sheer torture.
They forced me to look at how their detergent clean better than my detergent, and they forced to hear some fucking success stories of some top-line in Amway.
“They travelled twice a year now, worldwide, and they barely need to work anymore”.
“Ugh-huh”.
“And oh, five years ago they have nothing. And they started doing this with zero capital.”.
“Ugh-huh”.
When it was near midnight, they have said everything they could possibly think of to lure me to the dark side, but I wouldn’t budge.
My uncle grew impatient. And I told him I needed to look at their website to study their products better. It was a lie and I would rather rot in hell than looking at an Amway website.
“Look, there is actually no need to look at the website. A detergent doesn’t cost more than RM30. It’s not some expensive product that you need to put a lot of effort to think about”. There was a smirk on his face, as if I sound like a nerd.
I smiled politely, without saying anymore words.
When he was finally gone, my baby was already asleep. He not only has deprived me of precious family time, he also insulted my intelligence. When he left, he was visibly disappointed, as if I have failed him.
He came, he talked, he insulted me, and he was mad at me.
He was mad because he simply couldn't understand why I could resist a risk-free, capital-free money-making scheme. If it works out for me, I get really rich. If it doesn't, it's just RM80 registration fee, that's all. In this sense, he is similar to a religious prechear :"If you believe in God and it turns out to be false, there is no harm. However, if you don't believe in it and it turns out to be true, you would be burnt in hell.
This argument, in my view, couldn't be more wrong.
There is a huge risk in engaging direct sales. I would call it the opportunity cost. After trying a few months of selling, and if there is no result, you would think you could just go back to do whatever you do. No harm right? Wrong. Since you have exhausted all your friendship, you have caused tremendous harm to your personal reputation. It would be incredibly difficult for you to engage your friend for other help, when you really need it. They wouldn’t even reply your phone call.
But of course, the direct salesmen would argue that you could make new friends. And when they say this, it is evident that they completely fail to grasp what friend is.