Los Negocios
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Wed, May 3, 2017
Hindi biro ang magpatakbo ng isang negosyo.
Hindi rin madali ang magtayo nito.
Kailangan mo munang gumawa ng plano - isipin nang mabuti kung anong klase ng business ang gusto mong itayo.
Kailangan mong pagdesisyunan kung kukuha ka ng empleyado, kasosyo, o kung kaya mo bang mag isa.
At kapag maayos na ang lahat, doon mo pa lang iisipin kung saan mo kukunin ang kapital para buhayin ang negosyong iyon.
Pero teka...
Nagtataka ka siguro kung anong klaseng negosyo ang meron ako, di ba?
Well...
It's a really huge business.
Pero isa rin itong napakadelikadong negosyo.
Gusto mong malaman kung bakit?
Alright then...
Let's reveal my story.
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