"100,000 yen"
Syouma smirked, tilting his black fedora slightly as he leaned back in his chair.
Across from him, a sweaty businessman twitched.
"T-thats robbery! It's just a pen!"
Syouma spun the sleek, black fountain pen between his fingers. "Oh? But this isnt just a pen. This is the pen that will sign your next million-dollar contract. Do you really want to risk losing that deal over a mere 100,00 yen?
The man gulped. Syouma could practically see the gears turning in his head. Finally, with a defeated sigh, the businessman handed over the cash.
"Pleasure doing business." Syouma handed him the pen, his grin widening as he pocketed the money.
Tsuki, who had been watching from the other side of the small office, sighed. "You just scammed that guy."
"Scammed?" Syouma looked genuinely offended. "I provided a valuable productat a fair price. Thats business."
Tsuki shook her head. "You're never going to make a billion yen selling overpriced pens."
Syouma leaned back, propping his feet up on the table. "Not with that attitude."
Tsuki folded her arms. "So, what's the plan?"
Syouma tapped his temple. Simple. Ill sell anything and everything, as long as the price is right."
Tsuki narrowed her eyes. "Anything?"
A slow smirk spread across Syouma's face. "Anything."
And so, the journey to a billion yen began.