After less than a minute, i was done, and was about to walk away when he gave me a prize for participating which i had to open in front of him. Pattaya version of a tuk-tuk. On the way there, the guy who did the survey wanted to me to reconfirm my information. Having worked there for some time, he then wanted me to tailor the information to suit a more desired profile. Thailand as opposed to that day. He also asked me what my surname was. He was disappointed. Canada which was now the only truthful thing left on the survey. English surname, as in, a white surname. A nondescript office with no name, a model hotel, some chairs, tables, and a couch. An attractive but clueless receptionist made me fill out a form which the survey guy said had to match the information on the survey. With all the lies flying around, i basically copied the survey onto the form. Apparently that was enough. Then he went into his spiel. And they did play a few. Club in a nutshell. Sheraton and other apparently swanky places. So obviously you want to know more. Then the closer comes in for a brief discussion before they spend time getting into the nuts and bolts of it all. His psychological spin was to start throwing out numbers for a reasonable deposit that you can put down at the end of the presentation if you like what you hear. Notice how the numbers went down until you agreed to practically any number.