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 was in a high-end café, idly flipping through an investment magazine while he nursed an overpriced latte. The Tokyo skyline stretched out beyond the glass walls, a reflection of his growing success.

He scoffed. Not bad. But still far from a billion.

Across from him, Tsuki sat with her arms crossed, looking at him like he was some kind of wild beast.

"Let me get this straight," she said. "You sold the name of a dead man for a hundred million yen?"

Syouma tipped his fedora forward and grinned. "Technically, I brought it back to life. People paid for access to a legend. I just so happened to be selling the tickets."

Tsuki sighed, rubbing her temples. "Do you even know the kind of people you're dealing with?"

Wealthy ones," Syouma replied. "And desperate ones. That's the best kind of customer."

Tsuki couldn't retort before his phone buzzed.

"I have something bigger for you. Are you interested?"

The Next Job – A Heist Without Stealing

That night, later, Syouma received the new client in a VIP room of a five-star hotel. The man was middle-aged, impeccably groomed, with the air of quiet power.

"I want you to sell something," said the man.

Syouma leaned forward. "That's what I do. What's the merchandise?"

The man slid a folder across the table. Inside was a picture of a gold bar.

Syouma's brow rose. "Gold? That's simple."

The man scoffed. "Not this gold. This is stolen reserve gold from a government vault—completely untraceable. Worth billions on the black market."

Syouma whistled. "And you want me to sell it?"

The man shook his head. "No. I want you to sell the idea of it."

Syouma tapped his temple. So he wants me to make people pay for something that does not exist yet?

He grinned. "Alright. Let's make some fools give us their money."

Syouma spread rumors to select buyers that a hidden stash of gold was entering the black market. Only those in the know were permitted to bid.

Syouma presented nothing but papers and photos at a private auction—no gold at all, just the promise of gold. But because everybody else was bidding, people figured it had to be true.

Step three: Get Out Before the Bomb Explodes.

The moment the price hit 500 million yen, Syouma sold out—before anyone realized they'd bought a dream.

He walked away, his phone buzzing.

Syouma grinned, doffing his fedora.

The Weight of Gold