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pk10稳赚不赔的技巧

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pk10稳赚不赔的技巧

RULE 3: MOTIVATE your partners. Money and ownership alone aren't enough. Constantly, day byday, think of new and more interesting ways to motivate and challenge your partners. Set high goals,encourage competition, and then keep score. Make bets with outrageous payoffs. If things get stale,cross-pollinate; have managers switch jobs with one another to stay challenged. Keep everybodyguessing as to what your next trick is going to be. Don't become too predictable. "One day I got a call from Sam, and he said, 'Meet me in Kansas City, I want to buy an airplane.' Boy,it took me by such surprise. I always thought he was the world's worst driver and even my fatherwouldn't ever let Sam drive him. I thought, 'He will kill himself the first year.' So I did everything in theworld to try and talk him out of that first airplane. He just said, 'Whether you meet me or not, I'm goingto look at this airplane.' And I did not go because I knew he would kill himself in that plane. He called melater and said he hadn't bought that particular plane, but he'd gone to Oklahoma City and bought this AirCoupe for $1,850, and I had to come see it. I'll never forget going out to the Bentonville airport andseeing what he called an airplane. It had a washing machine motor in it, and it would putt-putt, and thenmiss a lick, then putt-putt again. It didn't even look like an airplane, and I wouldn't go near it for at leasttwo years. But then we were putting some more stores in around Little Rock, and one day he says, 'Let'sgo to Little Rock.' I hadn't flown since the Navy in the Pacific, and I was always used to water. Here wewere with Sam at the stick going over all these trees and mountains. It was the longest trip I ever took. MIKE SMITH, STEPHENS INC.: pk10稳赚不赔的技巧 "One day I got a call from Sam, and he said, 'Meet me in Kansas City, I want to buy an airplane.' Boy,it took me by such surprise. I always thought he was the world's worst driver and even my fatherwouldn't ever let Sam drive him. I thought, 'He will kill himself the first year.' So I did everything in theworld to try and talk him out of that first airplane. He just said, 'Whether you meet me or not, I'm goingto look at this airplane.' And I did not go because I knew he would kill himself in that plane. He called melater and said he hadn't bought that particular plane, but he'd gone to Oklahoma City and bought this AirCoupe for $1,850, and I had to come see it. I'll never forget going out to the Bentonville airport andseeing what he called an airplane. It had a washing machine motor in it, and it would putt-putt, and thenmiss a lick, then putt-putt again. It didn't even look like an airplane, and I wouldn't go near it for at leasttwo years. But then we were putting some more stores in around Little Rock, and one day he says, 'Let'sgo to Little Rock.' I hadn't flown since the Navy in the Pacific, and I was always used to water. Here wewere with Sam at the stick going over all these trees and mountains. It was the longest trip I ever took. � Anyway, we had it, with brown bread Swiss cheese sandwiches. I think quite a few companies use charitable giving guidelines as a way to say, in effect, "We gave at theoffice," when it comes to thinking about what overall good the companies should be accomplishing. In myopinion, Wal-Mart is an entirely different sort of enterprise from that and I would argue that our relentlesseffort to improve our business has always been tied to trying to make things better for the folks who liveand work in our communities. We have built a company that is so efficient it has enabled us to save ourcustomers billions of dollars, and whether you buy into the argument or not, we believe it. That in itself isgiving something back, and it has been a cornerstone philosophy of our company. Finally, personal thanks to Kate Ellis and Jake Huey for enduring my absence and peripatetic schedulewithout complaint. My only regret is that I am unable to thank Sam Walton for giving me the opportunityto help him chronicle his extraordinary life. Collaborating with Sam on anything was usually theexperience of a lifetime, and this book proved no exception. The god having been placed in the shrine, which was enormously heavy, and took a hundred men to carry it, the procession set out. First two drums, then some children burning coloured fire and whirling fireworks round above their heads. Three oxen with housings of velvet, richly embroidered in gold, carried tom-tom drummers, and behind them came the priests and the god, hardly visible among the lights and flowers on the shrine. A breath of awe fell on the crowd as the divinity came by; they bowed in adoration with clasped hands and heads bent very low. The Prince of Morvi came before sunrise to take us to the temples of Satrunji. 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And I did not go because I knew he would kill himself in that plane. He called melater and said he hadn't bought that particular plane, but he'd gone to Oklahoma City and bought this AirCoupe for $1,850, and I had to come see it. I'll never forget going out to the Bentonville airport andseeing what he called an airplane. It had a washing machine motor in it, and it would putt-putt, and thenmiss a lick, then putt-putt again. It didn't even look like an airplane, and I wouldn't go near it for at leasttwo years. But then we were putting some more stores in around Little Rock, and one day he says, 'Let'sgo to Little Rock.' I hadn't flown since the Navy in the Pacific, and I was always used to water. Here wewere with Sam at the stick going over all these trees and mountains. It was the longest trip I ever took. �