Kazuki_Hayashi

Syouma is not your average businessman—he’s a merchant who can sell anything for the right price. Whether it’s a simple pen, an idea, or even nothing at all, if someone is willing to pay, Syouma will make the deal. with his sharp mind, lazy yet opportunistic nature, and his signature black fedora, he’s on a mission to reach one billion yen—and he doesn’t care what he has to sell to get there.

But his overprotective older sister, Tsuki, keeps a close watch, questioning his ridiculous schemes and making sure doesn’t get in over his head. From tricking rich heirs to manipulate high stakes business deals, Syouma’s journey to wealth is anything but ordinary.

How far can a man go when his only skill is the art of the deal?

The Merchant’s Hat: Syouma’s Billionaire Quest

Syouma sat in his tiny office, counting the stack of bills he'd made from selling overpriced pens, "lucky" wallets, and a "mystical" calculator that could supposedly predict stock market trends.

He frowned. "This is taking too long."

Tsuki, sitting across from him with a cup of tea, raised an eyebrow. "You just started this 'billionaire' thing yesterday."

Syouma slammed his hands on the desk. "And I'm still not rich! At this rate, I'll be an old man before I hit my first hundred million."

Tsuki sighed. "Maybe because you're selling nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Syouma gasped, clutching his chest as if she'd stabbed him. "My customers walk away happy, Tsuki. That's real value."

"Sure, but you need something bigger. If you really want to make a billion yen, you can't just sell office supplies."

Syouma rubbed his chin. "True… then how about an idea?"

A grin spread across his face. "Ideas are priceless. And if something has no fixed price… I can sell it for any price."

Tsuki sipped her tea, unimpressed. "Sounds like nonsense again."

"Oh yeah?" Syouma stood up and grabbed his fedora, tipping it dramatically. "Watch and learn."

One Hour Later – A Fancy Café in Downtown Tokyo

Syouma sat across from a nervous-looking startup CEO, a young guy in a suit who kept fidgeting with his tie.

"So, you're saying… you already know the next big trend?" the CEO asked, eyes wide.

Syouma smirked, adjusting his fedora. "That's right."

Syouma leaned in, lowering his voice. "I can't just give that information away."

The CEO nearly choked on his coffee. "That's insane! Why would I pay that much?"

Syouma shrugged. "Because if you don't, someone else will. And when they make billions off my idea… you'll regret it."

The CEO stared at him, sweat forming on his brow.

Syouma didn't blink. He didn't even move. This was the moment. The perfect silence.

"…Fine." The CEO pulled out his phone and transferred the money.

Syouma grinned. "The next big trend… is nostalgia."

"Think about it," Syouma said smoothly. "Old-school fashion, retro video games, classic branding—people are obsessed with the past. Build a business around that, and you'll be printing money."

The CEO blinked. Then, slowly, his eyes widened. "Wait… That's actually genius."

Syouma smirked, standing up. "Pleasure doing business."

As he walked away, he whistled to himself. Two million yen, just for a sentence.

Tsuki, who had been watching from a nearby table, sighed. "I can't believe that worked."

Syouma flipped a bill into the air and caught it. "Like I said, Tsuki… anything can be sold at the right price."

And with that, his billionaire journey continued.

Selling the Impossible