A hair's breadth

  Jin Huiming's so-called cheating was actually not as obvious as Sun Ershao's cheating.

  She just happened to put on a show through her own connections, and the purpose of this show was actually still charity sales. It can attract more people and drive a larger demand space. But this sudden show, except for Jin Huiming, no one else was prepared.

  Because the crowd it can attract, which is also the audience for goods, is completely different from that in the morning.

  When those showgirls with elaborate headdresses were ready, a large number of girls in strange and exotic costumes emerged from behind them. Many people looked as if they had walked out of comic books, and Wang Jian even saw a female version of Saint Seiya...

  As these people entered, a large group of people who looked like they were otaku poured in. They started taking pictures nonstop, instantly turning the unoriginal charity sale venue into a chaotic mess.

  "You're going to be famous." Jin Huiming smiled with a hint of profundity, patting the shoulder of Huang Yue who was so embarrassed he almost died: "Strike a pose and let's get seated at the table!"

  Huang Yue was stunned, with a million unwilling thoughts in his heart, but forced by Jin Huiming's tyranny and the huge debt he carried on his back, he could only sit down at the 29th class Chen Lie's desk.

  His outfit was also different from this morning, this morning he dressed up like a hot Hawaiian girl, and in the afternoon... He had flowing hair, a white long dress with jasmine flowers, a pair of pink princess shoes that came from who-knows-where, simple and elegant little accessories, skin that glowed with health without any makeup, and his bright eyes and teeth, he was just like a fairy who walked out of a fairy tale, so beautiful that it took people's breath away, making them dare not approach.

  Especially his shy and ambiguous eyes with a sense of first love, and his flustered and dare not look directly at people's expression, almost instantly took away the style of all the black wood ears present.

  Perhaps it's because no matter how otaku a man is, the status of his first love in his heart is irreplaceable, so in an instant, she became the goddess of the whole scene...

  "Stop... stop taking pictures..."

  He stretched out his hand to block the lens of those who were taking pictures of him, but his movements only made them more fascinated by his intoxicating pure white, as pure as a cluster of snow on Mount Kilimanjaro or a handful of clear spring water at the foot of Tian Shan.

  And seeing the excitement of the crowd. Jin Huiming made a decisive decision and put all the things that the whole class had moved together on the table.

  Don't even think about it. They are all treasures related to otaku, simulated handicrafts that appear in games, costumes and weapons in anime, everything is available.

  "These things were made by game companies for promotion, and I sell them. They're happy to get rid of them. So I only charge the cost price, and they even have to give me a promotional fee." Jin Huiming was confident: "I'm maximizing my profits, these things aren't cheap. And many of them are one-of-a-kind items, although they don't have much artistic value, but for this bunch of people, these things excite them more than the real works of Tang Bohu. I brought a lot, and my initial estimate is that the pure profit can reach 120,000."

  "How much!" Wang Jian knocked on his ear: "Say it again!"

  "You didn't mishear, 120,000!" Jin Huiming burst out laughing: "This is still a rough estimate. Look at this sword. Guess how much they gave me for it?"

  Wang Jian took over a replica of an artisanal weapon, unopened and blunt, except for its beauty, it was useless. The material was probably stainless steel. But if it were made according to the craftsmanship, this sword should not be too cheap. So Wang Jian stretched out five fingers: "Five hundred?"

  "Five hundred?" Jin Huiming's eyes narrowed: "Thirty."

  Wang Jian was taken aback and exclaimed: "This is too cheap!"

  "Of course, I have to give them some publicity, everyone is a connoisseur. Rather than letting it collect dust, might as well take it out and advertise it under the banner of public welfare. Even the advertising fees are saved, who knows what's in their minds, they're wealthy and influential, what they want is fame, not money." Jin Huiming chuckled: "The price for this sword here is five thousand, can't be any less."

  Jin Huiming also showcased many authentic goodies, all of which were made by the original game manufacturers or agents, and are generally hard to come by.

  "There's still a big show." Jin Huiming chuckled: "Teacher Cang is coming right away."

  "Teacher Cang?" Wang Jian was taken aback at the time: "Who?"

  "Haven't you seen a porn movie before?" Jin Huiming looked at Wang Jian with a dazed expression, then placed her hands on her chest and rubbed it lewdly: "It's so big."

  Wang Jian suddenly enlightened, his chest was shocked and his heart exclaimed: Oh my god!

  As expected, when this great god arrived, the surrounding otaku were all stirred up. The situation of Class 29 being suppressed in the morning was instantly reversed, and within a few hours, it reached its climax.

  And those worthless things that Wang Jian thought no one would buy were all snatched up in the commotion. Even Dawei bought a themed wallet, then shamelessly asked Da Xiong to sign it, and indecently showed it off in front of Wang Jian.

  Sun Ershao witnessed the whole process on the third floor, his teeth clenched with a cracking sound. He is now in a very bad mood, originally wanting to see Wang Jian's dejected appearance, but unexpectedly, Wang Jian actually turned the tables at the last moment, making Sun Ershao, who was playing games and relaxing, feel really uncomfortable. Last time he lost in a one-on-one match, if this must-win game is lost again, Young Master Er will be very angry...

  "Good luck, Wang Jian." The second young master took a deep breath and stared at Wang Jian, muttering to himself: "I'll see how you spend your last hour now."

  But Wang Jian was not too excited at this time. In the afternoon, although the efficiency was very good and reached Jin Huiming's expectation. However, Ye Wen just came back to report that this side was still more than 20,000 less than the other side. These 20,000 or so are nothing in the whole venue, but it's almost six o'clock in the afternoon, and the time to close the stall has arrived. If you capsize in this small ditch at the last minute... Wang Jian really wants to punish himself for the sake of class 29!

  Seeing Wang Jian's furrowed brow, Ye Wen asked nervously: "What should we do? We've sold everything that can be sold."

  Wang Jian sighed, turned his head to look at Jin Huiming who was also exhausted and resting on the table, then turned back to Ye Wen and said: "To lose like this, I really can't accept it."

  "It's okay if we lose." Ye Wen suddenly let out a sigh of relief: "We've tried our best, teacher, don't feel guilty about it."

  "I have over a hundred of these little things, each selling for ten bucks, so it's just over a thousand yuan..."

  "No way." Jin Huiming walked up from behind: "Selling cheaply is not allowed!"

  "Wang Jian let out an 'ah' sound: 'My stuff, you say it's no good?'"

  "I say no, it's no!" Jin Hui Ming countered Wang Jian: "No one buys, I buy!"

  "Don't be silly, you've bought it. The money comes to me and the thing goes to you. From this pocket to that pocket. Isn't it interesting?"

  Wang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but Jin Huiming's face suddenly turned bright red. It wasn't the kind of blush that came from shyness, but a twisted and pathological one. Wang Jian was left confused and bewildered.

  "Alright, alright." Jin Huiming inexplicably became gentle and suddenly grasped Wang Jian's hand with an interlocking finger grip: "If we lose, we lose. It's not shameful. They cheated."

  Wang Jian tried to shake off her hand, but was defeated by her pitiful and pleading eyes. He could only let her pull him along, but his tone was harsh as he said, "If even cheaters can win, then what's the point?"

  Just then, an old man suddenly appeared behind Wang Jian. He looked to be in his sixties, with a well-groomed Zhongshan suit and a neatly combed hairdo. Despite being over sixty years old, he stood tall and straight, with a ruddy complexion and even breathing. His eyes were sharp and piercing, exuding an extraordinary air of confidence.

  As soon as he came, Wang Jian suddenly turned around with a sense of feeling. His eyes stared straight at the old man, and his eyes also became very aggressive.

  "I'll take all of these." The old man nodded towards Wang Jian: "Those with red strings on them."

  Wang Jian hadn't even prepared to speak yet when Jin Huiming continued: "We agreed this morning, 300 yuan each, can't be any less."

  "I went back to get the money just now."

  He beckoned to someone behind him, and a man who looked like a secretary quickly walked up front. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he was stopped by the other's gaze and could only nod and say, "How many are there in total here?"

  "One hundred and thirty-one, if you buy them all, I'll give you three million five." Jin Huiming's mental abacus clicked away: "If you pay four million, those modern sculptures next to it are also yours."

  The old man looked at Dawei's sculptures and shook his head: "I don't have that much money, 35,000 yuan is fine."

  "Are you kidding me?" Wang Jian was also stunned: "These are mostly duplicates."

  "It doesn't matter if it's repeated, I want everything."

  After finishing speaking, that secretary-like person took out more than 30,000 yuan from the bag and pushed it onto the table: "Please count it."

  Wang Jian waved his hand: "The number is correct, I'll go and pack it for you."

  Those little monkeys in the class almost all completed their task of selling things, so Wang Jian called out and they came over to help Wang Jian start packing.

  Just as they were finishing up packaging, a woman wearing sunglasses appeared at the front and pointed to the remaining items on the shelves: "I'll take all of those."

  "Hey......" Jin Huiming suddenly laughed: "What's going on today? One by one, they're all big shots."

  Dawei was walking over with a bunch of potato chips, looking carefree, when he saw the woman and suddenly looked startled. He then quickly ran over: "Hey... Qian Jie, don't come causing trouble, okay?"

  "Qian Jie?" Wang Jian asked curiously: "Do you know her?"

  "My sister's agent, who is also my cousin." Dawei pointed at this woman named Qian Jie: "Her husband is a big shot in the film industry."

  "Hello." Wang Jian nodded at her.

  "It was your sister who made me come." After Qian Jie nodded to Wang Jian, she took off her glasses: "Your sister is afraid that you will be hurt by self-esteem, and let me comfort you a bit."

  Dawei hugged his head and squatted on the ground: "This is already a big blow, what is my sister thinking in her mind?"

  Just as they were talking, Wang Jian's artwork had all been packed up and boxed. The boxes were quite heavy when lifted, but the man who looked like a secretary picked them up with ease, as if he was lifting two kilograms of apples, treating the large package as if it were nothing.

  "Good boy, good craftsmanship." The old man smiled at Wang Jian before leaving: "Don't lose the old trade."

  Wang Jian was taken aback for a moment, and there was a huge question mark in his mind - why did this old man know that the thing was carved by him?

  But this problem obviously can only be solved by that old man, and judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to want to talk much. Moreover, both the old man and the secretary are clearly masters, especially the old man... To be honest, Wang Jian was so nervous just now because of the old man's aura, which is really too strong, strong enough that Wang Jian felt for the first time that his chances of winning a one-on-one fight were not great.

  "What's wrong? You look strange?" Jin Huiming looked at Wang Jian with an odd expression, tugging on his foot: "Were you pressed by a ghost?"

  Wang Jian shook his head: "Those two people from just now are top-notch experts, that young one is still okay to say, but that old one, I estimate I might not be able to beat him."

  "Impossible!" Jin Huiming curled her lips: "I reckon it's some official, when you've been an official for a long time, you have the power of office, that's how it is."

  Wang Jian silently shook his head. Official power and this feeling are two different things. At least one very clear point is that old man, the way he walked with force from his toes and yet so lightly, this can't be achieved without decades of foundation.

  "Stop thinking so much." Jin Huiming patted Wang Jian's butt: "We won."

  Dawei suddenly shouted: "I've had enough! You want it? Take it away and give me six bucks!"

  "Why is it six yuan?" Wang Jian was also stunned.

  Dawei looked at his older sister who was smiling but not speaking: "At that time she was 16 years old, and I was only 7 years old. She cheated me out of six yuan. I still remember this to this day!"

  Wang Jian let out a sigh of relief, but Sun Ershao was not so happy. He suddenly slammed the coffee cup on the ground and threw 1,000 yuan on the table, angrily storming off.

  Just as he had just left, the loudspeaker in the mall had already shouted out, saying that the team leader teacher would take each class of students to a designated restaurant around the mall for dinner, and then said where each class would eat.

  Wang Jian glanced at his watch, no longer entangled in what the old man was, coughed to clear his throat, and shouted loudly: "Hey, brothers! The school is treating us to a meal, come over!"

  After finishing speaking, he patted Ye Wen: "Do a good job of accounting and let everyone gather together. Go and let Huang Yu take off her makeup and change clothes. Not one person is allowed to be missing from me. Let's go eat the tyrant's meal."

  Wishing you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion with your loved ones, may all your wishes come true and your heart be as full as the moon.