 cards will you give out? 100? 200? With this amount you can reach people who are not necessarily interested in what you offer. If you offer some services that are in high demand like garages, it’s hard if you are offering a specialized product, for example, handmade bows and crossbows. Your group of interested recipients, among whom you have distributed business cards, is negligible.
So it’s time to grow your network on the Internet. Here, a group of interested parties only limits your expansion possibilities. Going further with the previously mentioned examples - if you have a car workshop, you can reach most people living near it. What’s more, if you are a valued specialist in some field (in the case of cars, for example, setting up a nitrous oxide installation), you have the chance to attract customers from distant cities. And returning to hand-made bows and crossbows, you probably agree with me that it would be difficult to find customers among friends and acquaintances of these friends? On the Internet, I dare to say that the potential customer base is even larger than for a workshop. Have you heard of AliExpress? Or maybe you know someone who hasn’t heard? Thanks to the Internet, you can offer your services worldwide!
Or do you check business cards on the right?
I think the answer is clear. On top of that, there are Google reviews. Many people look at them while selecting the service provider. The higher the rating and the more reviews, the more appealing your business card looks.
So many pros, where are the minuses?
Theoretically, Google’s business card has only advantages. However, if your offer is low quality, and as a result, you get feedback in the form of negative reviews, you cannot delete them, and your business card does not look inviting. Of course, the solution to this problem is to offer services at the highest level and if you get single negative reviews, then just don’t worry about them, and you can also answer them and convince people who will read them later. According to the “everyone will not be happy” principle, everyone will finally get a negative opinion. 
Opening a business card - a nightmare or a go-to option?
Creating such a business card is very easy, and you only need two things: a Google account and a business address.
With these two things, you can already consider to put your business card and share it with millions of users on the Internet. Of course, I also encourage you to use specialists in this field, who will set up such a business card for you, create encouraging, eye-catching graphics and descriptions that will further help in positioning your card and your website.
I should be writing for my other stories, but this idea popped into my head and there was no way I could let it sit. I'm sure you other authors know the feeling, or at least something like it. Enjoy!
The little boy ran through the streets, his bright orange hair easily distinguishing him from the crowds of people that bustled past him. He slipped through the crowds, between people that didn't seem to notice that he was there, walking past them silently yet with more purpose than they could ever hope to have. They were stopped in time; he was trapped in motion.
His face was lined with weariness that he should not have had, his steps weighed down with tragedy that should not have occurred but still did, still ruined any chance the boy felt he had at a happy life.
In no time at all yet all the time in the world, the boy made it to his destination. He went down the stone steps, his shoes making hard noises against them. He didn't bother with the railing, didn't need it. The stairs were ingrained in his memory, and he'd done this too many times to need such pointless safety measures.
His shoes hit the sidewalk and it was only there that the boy paused briefly, a hesitation that spoke volumes and nothing at all about his state of mind.  The ground beneath him was hard, but he either didn't notice or didn't care.
The sun was setting, its golden glow washing over the sky and painting it in brilliant hues of gold, highlighting the few clouds that drifted across the heavens. The entire river glowed with fading light, but its appeal was lost on the boy before it. His eyes stared sightlessly into the shifting waters, unseeing and lost in memory.
He threw a rock, aimlessly and carelessly, and tracked its motion with only his eyes as the stone arced down into the reflection of the sun on the water, momentarily distorting the shape. The ripples faded out quickly, too quickly, but the boy saw no other rocks nearby.
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, meant for his ears and his ears alone.
 He muttered, his voice breaking. 
Reality crashed back down with jarring force as the boy realized that the teenager walking up to him was clearly not his mother, and he buried his head between his knees, pulling himself into a ball and wishing to disappear.
The footsteps stopped, and the only sound was the gentle motion of the river as it flowed by.
He pulled himself tighter, trying to drag his thoughts away from that even though it was what pulled him to this spot. His heart ached, ached in a way he never thought possible, never even considered before, but now it was constant and never-ending.
The boy heard the innocuous shifting of fabric, and then the sound of someone sitting down beside him. The person took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"What's the matter with ya, kid? Ya look sad." The boy could tell that the stranger was looking at him. "It doesn't suit ya. Yer hair's too bright."
"Go away," The boy said, his words muffled.
"That would just be wrong, kid."
The boy squeezed his eyes shut, and he hated how his voice shook when he spoke. "Stop calling me 'kid'!"
The stranger was silent for a few minutes, which the boy was completely grateful for. A slight breeze drifted across the river, ruffling the boy's hair, but he didn't notice. He was lost in his own thoughts, and nearly forgot about the person sitting beside him until the stranger spoke again.
"So what should I call ya? Assumin ya have a name, 'course."
"I don't talk to strangers," the boy replied, his voice quiet.
"My name's Zangetsu, and now I ain't a stranger."
Another silence settled over the two while the boy wrestled with the idea of talking to the person who had sat down beside him and refused to move. After thinking it over, the boy gave in.
"Ichigo, huh? Why would anyone name their kid'strawberry'?"
"It means one who protects!"
"Ya know, yer not that intimidatin when yer buried in yerself like that. So I'm stickin with Strawberry."
Ichigo clenched his hands into fists, grit his teeth, and seriously considered trying out his karate talent on whomever was sitting next to him. He stopped himself, however, and instead tried to use words, like his mom. While doing so, he raised his head and looked, bleary-eyed, at Zangetsu, who was still sitting next to him. The teenager was vaguely out of focus, but Ichigo could clearly see that his hair was a shocking white, contrasting heavily with his black shirt.
"It means 'one who protects', like a king and his castle," Ichigo said, his expression daring the other to say something. "Not'strawberry'."
"A king? That ain't a bad name, then." Zangetsu offered a grin. "I'm gonna call ya that, 'kay?"
Ichigo mouth twisted. "I'm not a king."
Zangetsu's expression darkened for a split second before going back to what it had been before. "Sure ya are. Ya just don't know it yet."
Ichigo made a small noise of acknowledgement—not agreement—and rested his head on his knees, staring into the river much like he had been doing before Zangetsu showed up.
Countless moments passed without either boy making a sound, until Ichigo heard Zangetsu get up.
"I'll be right back, King."
"I'm not a king!"
The protest went unheard as Zangetsu walked away, hands in the pockets of his orange cargo pants. Ichigo wondered whether they matched his own hair, and then decided that it really didn't matter.
Plus, Zangetsu's hair was white. Ichigo had never seen hair that color; at least, not as the only color on the person's head. Not to mention that Zangetsu's skin was also white, which made Ichigo think that the teenager could really use more time in the sun. That's what his dad was always telling him, anyway, and it seemed to make sense for the older boy's pale skin.
Ichigo's attention turned back to the water and the sunset that reflected so brightly off of it. He remembered talking about sunsets with his mom, and he wished he could get one more chance to do so.
"That's why I don't like sunsets," he mumbled, his eyelids drooping even though Ichigo didn't feel tired. "They're so sad."
Familiar footsteps approached again and Ichigo saw Zangetsu sit down next to him out of the corner of his eye, though he wasn't willing to turn his head away from the sunset before him. The teenager appeared to be carrying