Thanks to the invention of powerpoint, we hear a lot of presentation. The only purpose to conduct a presentation is to persuade the audiences to adopt your view. However, in Hong Kong, we could rarely be moved. Hong Kongers are poor presenters. We are shy. In front of a large crowd, we twist our tongues, tremble our hands, sweat and stiffen our backs. We waste our time, both to convince and be convinced.
On Wednesday, I attended two seminars. One was conducted by a local commissioner of some sort, the other was in charge by an American CEO of an insurance broker. The contrast was so great. A chasm. The American vanquished easily.
To be fair, the local guy was not that bad. His presentation should be above the average Hong Kongers. The commissioner spoke in English clearly. He held no cue cards. Nevertheless, the powerpoint was a bit too causal. And his tone was flat enough to make ones loss their minds after 15 minutes. Without the subsequent comparison of the gweilo, it would still be a so-so talk. Easily forgettable ones.
The gweilo was evil. He was a footnote of charisma. Anything we could associate with an exemplary presentation, the gweilo possessed. Power, humour, body movement . . . Throughout the talk, ladies were tickled continuously. Laughter here, laughter there. By cloning those "top ten list" of talk shows into the presentation, it made more fun to listen. If I had the authority to choose broker, I would have opted for them. Lucky for our company.
That's why we were cheated repeatedly by those Americans. They are experts of cajole.
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