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 on his couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone. His bank account had never been better. Eighty-two million yen.

Tsuki complained from the kitchen. "And I hate hearing you say that."

Syouma ignored her. He was already thinking about what to do next. Selling nothing was fun, but now it's time to resell something.

He surfed the web marketplaces, looking for products that were priced too low. Watches, designer apparel, even limited-edition cards—anything that would be worth extra money to wealthy people.

A super-rare, limited-run bottle of whiskey, which would normally cost three million yen, but was being sold for only 800,000 yen by a seller who obviously had no clue what they had.

A Few Hours Later – A Luxury Hotel Lounge

Syouma was seated opposite a man in his fifties, a whiskey connoisseur who proudly owned rare bottles.

Syouma placed the whiskey bottle on the table, stern-faced. "This is the last unopened bottle of its kind in the world. The distillery shut down five years ago. Nobody else on earth owns this."

The businessman adjusted his glasses. "And how much?"

Syouma grinned. "Ten million yen."

The businessman burst out laughing. "You must be joking."

Syouma advanced. "It's not the whiskey. It's that I'm the sole owner."

Syouma drove the stake home. "If you don't buy it, someone else will. And when they do? They set the price."

And then, the businessman sighed. "I'll pay."

Syouma smiled. One simple flip. From 800,000 yen to 10 million.

As he exited the hotel, Tsuki messaged him. "How much did you make this time?"

Syouma replied with his fingers. "Enough to buy expensive sushi. Your treat."

His road to a billion just became easier.

The Art of Reselling