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 leaned back in a reclining chair made of leather inside a high-end sushi restaurant, sipping green tea as he watched Tsuki glaring at him across the table.

"You made 9.2 million yen in clear profit from a single bottle of whiskey," Tsuki snarled, crossing her arms. "And you still had me pay for dinner?"

Syouma grinned. "I have to keep my accounts in order if I'm ever going to make it to billion-grader status."

Tsuki massaged her temples and let out a sigh. "You're impossible."

As Syouma enjoyed the finest sushi in town, his mind was already on the next deal. Selling strange commodities was easy—but creating value from nothing? That's where the skill comes in.

"I heard you sell anything. I have something for you."

Syouma raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

The Next Day – A Private Warehouse in Roppongi

Syouma entered a dark warehouse, his fedora pushed forward slightly. A well-dressed man in sunglasses and a blue suit stood there, arms crossed.

Syouma grinned. "That depends. Am I in debt to you?"

The man chuckled. "No, but I may be able to pay you some. I have something. unusual that needs to be sold."

Syouma's interest was piqued. "Go on."

The man snapped his fingers. Two bodyguards rolled out a glass enclosure. There was—

One solitary, old-fashioned-looking coin.

Syouma's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "A coin?"

The man nodded. "It's useless… or at least it ought to be useless. I want you, however, to persuade people that it is valuable."

Syouma's grin widened. Now this. now this is my kind of transaction.

The Power of Perception