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Stop Selling Cold, Chapter 3: The Library Card | Sovereign Seller
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A note before the story starts. I’m writing my next book in this newsletter, one chapter every Sunday. It’s called Stop Selling Cold, and it teaches my Cold 2 Warm system the way I’d want to learn it … through a story. The story follows a Division I mid-major athletics department in a rust-belt town that lost its factories, trying to sell sponsorships to the businesses still standing. Last Sunday, in Chapter 2, Kasey decided who was worth the money. If you missed it, it’s in the archive, free: https://the-sovereign-seller.kit.com/posts/stop-selling-cold-chapter-2-three-hundred-names This chapter picks up the following Monday. The Sovereign Seller #43: The Library Card Sunday 11/1/2026 7:11 AM Indianapolis, IN Stop Selling Cold Chapter 3: Step 2 … Create Your List Why the Best List in Your Market Is Free, and Why Nobody Pulls It Scene 1: The Graveyard Monday morning, Kasey Browne stood behind Gabe Clevenger’s chair in the ECI corporate sales bullpen and looked at the screen. Twelve hundred prospect records. Sorted by last activity date, oldest at the bottom. “Walk me through this,” Kasey said. Gabe didn’t turn around. “It’s the list the department handed me when I started. Every business licensed in East Central Indiana, exported into the CRM in one shot. Half the phone numbers go to a call tree or a dead line. Friday I spent two hours chasing the owner of a commercial roofing company. They closed during the pandemic.” “How do you pick who to call?” “Sort by last activity. Start at the top.” Gabe finally looked up. “Thirty-five dials to hit the number. Most mornings, thirty of them are dead before I finish dialing the area code. We don’t have a plan, Kasey. We have a junk drawer with a quota attached.” Kasey pulled a chair over and set the blue folder on the desk. The one he had put in front of Vance on Friday. “We’re done with the twelve hundred,” he said. “This is where we start. A hundred and some companies, every one of them already spending money to be known in this market. Radio, billboards, the paper, the Chamber directory, five years of our own sponsor history.” Gabe opened it and read for a minute. Hope first, then the question Kasey had been waiting for. “These are good names. But how do we know any of them does a million in revenue? We’re guessing from the ads. And what about the ones who don’t advertise? The trucking company. The industrial parks on the bypass. Can’t we buy a ZoomInfo or Apollo seat and check?” “With what money?” Kasey said. “There’s no line in this budget for a data subscription, and there isn’t going to be one. I built that folder with a legal pad and a car radio. That’s as far as I can take it without data I can’t afford.” Scene 2: Breakfast at Cafe 37 Seven the next morning, same corner booth. Donna set two mugs on the Formica table and left without a word, which meant she had read the mood. “Gabe asked the right question,” Kasey said. “The folder is a hundred guesses. I can’t verify revenue, I can’t see the companies that don’t buy radio, and the subscription that would fix both costs ten thousand dollars a year I don’t have.” Mike McDaniels reached into his flannel jacket, took out his wallet, and slid a small blue plastic card across the table. It stopped against Kasey’s coffee cup. Kasey picked it up. Raised white lettering. MARION PUBLIC LIBRARY “Mike. I’m trying to build a B2B database for a Division I athletic department. Not check out a novel.” “You think a world-class target list costs ten thousand dollars a year in software. Everybody thinks that. That’s because nobody ever told you where the data actually lives.” He tapped the card. “Many public libraries pay for a business database called Data Axle. It used to be called ReferenceUSA. Companies have paid real money for that data for decades. Your library pays the license so anyone with a card can use it. Free. From your desk.” “What does it do that the subscription tools don’t?” “ZoomInfo and Apollo are fine for finding an email address. Data Axle does something they don’t. It lets you filter businesses by what they are, not who works there. Gross revenue. Employee count. Line of business. The owner’s name. And the one that matters most to you … estimated spending on advertising and marketing. You can ask it for every company in Grant County doing over a million dollars that spends over twenty thousand a year to be known, and it will hand you the list.” Kasey turned the card over in his hand. “Gate one and gate two, as a search.” “As a search. Gate three you still do by hand. The database doesn’t know what one customer is worth to a trucking company. You do.” Mike took the card back and put it in his wallet. “That one’s mine. The library is on Washington Street. Get your own this afternoon. And before you touch a keyboard, I want one thing understood.” He leaned in. “Most sales organizations treat the list like a clerical chore. Somebody dumps names in a spreadsheet so the reps have somebody to call when the AD walks through. That is why prospects hate salespeople. They can tell they were pulled at random.” “The list you build this week is a commitment. You are deciding that every company on it can afford you, already spends on what you sell, and gets paid back by one or two customers. And you are committing to educate those people for twelve months, until they buy or tell you to stop. Not one call and a shrug when the gatekeeper blocks you. Twelve months.” “You aren’t filling a spreadsheet, Kasey. You’re planting a flag.” Scene 3: The Wall Kasey’s library card was still warm from the printer when he sat down next to Gabe at two o’clock. Marion Public Library, Grant County, Indiana. It had taken four minutes and a utility bill. He logged into the library’s website, found Data Axle under the research databases, and the screen filled with search fields. They worked in two passes. First, the folder. Gabe read each of the hundred-some names aloud and Kasey pulled the record. Gross revenue. Local ownership. Still in business. A dozen fell out … franchise locations with no local say over the marketing budget, two branches of out-of-state companies, three that had closed. Eighty-eight came through. Then the second pass, the one the folder could never do. Kasey built a search instead of a list. East Central Indiana. Revenue from one million to ten million and up. Twenty thousand or more a year on advertising and marketing. Then the categories that don’t buy radio: trucking and warehousing, industrial equipment, contract manufacturing, commercial facilities, business technology. Forty-one companies. Sitting in the industrial parks and along the bypass, invisible to every consumer media audit ever run in Grant County, because their customers were purchasing managers, not radio listeners. Data Axle put their marketing spend between twenty thousand and a hundred thousand a year. Trade publications, Google, direct mail to other businesses. “Gate three,” Kasey said, and they went down the forty-one by hand. What is one new customer worth to this company? Four dropped. A new account at the other thirty-seven paid for a sponsorship many times over. Eighty-eight visible. Thirty-seven invisible. One hundred twenty-five. Kasey printed the list, one page, and taped it to the wall between their two desks. “This isn’t a call log,” he said. “This is the map for the next twelve months. Every company on it does a million or more, spends real money to be known, and sits in our market. We aren’t going to cold-call them and beg for a meeting. We are going to run a system across all hundred twenty-five until every one of them buys or tells us to stop.” Gabe stood and read the page from top to bottom. “For the first time since I took this job, I know where we’re going.” On his way out, Kasey put a copy on Vance’s desk. One hundred twenty-five names. Vance picked it up, counted the columns, and set it down. “Shorter than three hundred,” he said. “Every one of them can write the check.” Pulling the list, from your library card to the export Five moves. An afternoon.
Step 2, In Brief Why it matters: The list is a commitment, not a call sheet. Every letter, call, and email for the next twelve months is aimed at it, so its quality caps everything the system can produce. The trap: A twelve-hundred-name CRM export, sorted by last activity, worked top to bottom. Your move: Verify revenue and spend in Data Axle through your library card before you pay for a scraper. Cap the list at what one seller can surround … one hundred to three hundred accounts, twenty-five for a pilot. Tape it to the wall. It changes only when a company buys or tells you to stop. Bottom line: You are planting a flag, not filling a spreadsheet. That is Chapter 3. One hundred twenty-five companies on a wall, pulled for the price of a library card. Next Sunday: Chapter 4, and Step 3 … making sure the names on that wall are real people, with the right title, at the right address, before a single envelope goes out. To your success, Shane P.S. New here, or catching up? The whole serial so far is in the archive, free. The letter that started it, written to the owner, the president, the sales leader who carries the new-business number: https://the-sovereign-seller.kit.com/posts/the-competitive-advantage-sitting-in-your-blind-spot Chapter 1, The Dashboard Lies: https://the-sovereign-seller.kit.com/posts/stop-selling-cold-chapter-1-the-dashboard-lies Chapter 2, Three Hundred Names: https://the-sovereign-seller.kit.com/posts/stop-selling-cold-chapter-2-three-hundred-names |
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A note before the story starts. I’m writing my next book in this newsletter, one chapter every Sunday, as each one is finished. It’s called Stop Selling Cold, and it teaches my Cold 2 Warm system the way I’d want to learn it … through a story. The story follows a Division I mid-major athletics department in a rust-belt town that lost its factories, trying to sell sponsorships to the businesses still standing. It’s fiction. The university, the people, and the numbers are invented. The problem...
A note before the story starts. I'm writing my next book in this newsletter, one chapter every Sunday. It's called Stop Selling Cold, and it teaches my Cold 2 Warm system the way I'd want to learn it … through a story. If you're new, or you want to get back up to speed, Chapter 1 is in the archive, free: https://the-sovereign-seller.kit.com/posts/stop-selling-cold-chapter-1-the-dashboard-lies. The Sovereign Seller #42: Three Hundred Names October 2026 7:11 AM Indianapolis, IN Stop Selling...
A note before the story starts. I'm writing my next book in this newsletter, one chapter at a time, as each one is finished. It's called Stop Selling Cold, and it teaches my Cold 2 Warm system the way I'd want to learn it ... through a story. The idea isn't mine. Built to Sell, by John Warrillow, taught me a whole business model through one owner, one mentor, and a series of conversations. It's one of the best business books I've read, and I've wanted to teach prospecting that way ever since....