Turning Nothing Into Gold

Syouma leaned over the glass display, staring at the old-appearing coin inside. It was small, tarnished, and completely unimpressive.

He tapped his forehead. How do I sell something worthless for a fortune?

The navy-suit-wearing man crossed his arms. "It isn't about how valuable the coin is. What's important is how much people will pay for it."

Syouma grinned. "I like the way you think."

He pulled out his phone and photographed the coin. In seconds, he was thinking ahead to the next move. 

"Grant me three days," Syouma said, pushing his hands into his pocket coat. "By then this coin will be the most desirable thing in all of Tokyo." 

The man scoffed. "I should enjoy it." 

Day 1 – Rumor Spreads

Syouma composed an untrue online posting:

"The Lost Emperor's Coin: A Worth Billions Relic?

He used AI to craft artificial history authorities claiming the coin was associated with a dark forgotten dynasty. He disseminated it on specialist groups, social media, and even commissioned paid influencers to "react" to it.

Reaction was immediate.

People started speculating, questioning, arguing.

Others claimed it was a hoax. Others wished it were true.

And then, the bait:

Syouma, under a pseudo-collector pseudonym, posted:

This coin was spotted in Tokyo. If it is real, it's going to be worth an insane amount of money."

Day 2 – The Bidding War

Syouma spoke of another rumor—a crypto-billionaire wanted the coin.

Collectors went wild. Wealthy investors started texting him privately if he knew where it was.

Syouma sat back, sipping on a soda. They were the ones coming to him now.

Day 3 – The Sale

Inside a luxury penthouse, a group of rich collectors sat across from Syouma, their eyes locked on the coin.

One of them, a stocky man in a suit, slammed his hand on the table. "I'll pay five million yen for it."

Another scoffed. "Five million? I'll pay ten!"

Syouma hid his smirk. Amateurs.

He let them bicker for a couple of minutes longer before nonchalantly adjusting his fedora. "Gentlemen," he said smoothly, "why argue over such a precious relic? Instead of fighting, you can outbid each other."

Quiet. Then one of them dithered. ".Twenty million."

Another ground his teeth. "Thirty."

The bidding kept rising and rising. At the end of the night, Syouma auctioned off the worthless coin for sixty-five million yen.

As he walked out of the penthouse, his phone rang.

Tsuki:

"What did you just do?"

Syouma grinned, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"Just turned nothing into gold."