饭后午休,忽闻叩门声。门甫半开,突见一把明晃晃的菜刀伸将进来。刀后面,是一张满脸横肉的笑脸:“请问,要菜刀吗？”这是上个世纪80年代笔者在大学宿舍里的惊魂一幕。也许是从那时候起,我便对推销有了种本能的反感。 Lunch break, suddenly heard knocking. The door just half open, suddenly see a shining knife extension will come. Behind the knife, is a smiling face full of face meat: “Excuse me, want a kitchen knife? ” This is the 80s of last century, the author in the college dormitory in the terrifying scene. Perhaps since then, I have been instinctively offensive marketing.