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 office, tossing a baseball-sized wad of cash up and down in one hand. Two million yen in one deal. Not bad. But still a long way from a billion.

Tsuki sat across from him, arms crossed. "So, what's next? Are you just going to keep selling 'ideas'?"

Syouma leaned back, his black fedora tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his eyes. "Ideas are great, but they take too long to show results. I need something even better… something I don't even own, but can still sell."

Tsuki raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

Tsuki sighed, rubbing her temples. "Please tell me you're joking."

Syouma tipped his fedora dramatically. "I never joke about money."

That Afternoon – A Luxury High-Rise in Tokyo

A well-dressed man in his forties sipped a glass of imported wine, staring across the table at Syouma. He was the CEO of a high-end real estate company, the kind that sold apartments for tens of millions.

"So," the CEO said, swirling his drink. "I hear you're a man who can sell anything."

The CEO leaned forward. "Then tell me… how do I sell luxury apartments that no one wants?"

Syouma adjusted his fedora, glancing out the window at the Tokyo skyline. "What's wrong with them?"

"They're expensive." The CEO sighed. "Too expensive. Even rich people hesitate."

Syouma nodded slowly. "I see. You're selling them the wrong way."

Syouma leaned in, lowering his voice. "You're trying to sell a home. But the ultra-rich don't buy homes… they buy status."

"Exactly." Syouma grinned. "Forget calling it an apartment. Call it an exclusive experience. Tell buyers there are only a few units left. Make it feel like a privilege just to see the place. Make them compete. The richer they are, the more they hate being told they can't have something."

The CEO stared at him, then slowly started grinning.

"…I like you." He took out a checkbook. "How much for this advice?"

"Three million yen?" the CEO asked.

The CEO almost dropped his glass. "That's ridiculous!"

Syouma shrugged. "Not really. If my advice helps you sell even one of those apartments, you'll make a hundred times that. But if you're not interested…"

The CEO stared at him. Then, after a long pause… he wrote the check.

Syouma took it with a grin, tucking it into his pocket. Thirty million yen. For selling words.

As he left the building, Tsuki, who had been watching from a distance, sighed. "You really just sold air."

Syouma laughed, flicking the brim of his fedora. "And I'll do it again."

The road to a billion was getting shorter.

The Art of Selling Air