What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 7 Clearance Sale
With so many people watching, the bald boss had no chance of reneging on his debt.

This is no longer a matter of saving face or holding a grudge; it's a matter of whether the business can continue.

A mobile business might not care about the reputation of a few tourists, but if it becomes infamous and completely ruined, this kind of business that relies on gambling and reputation will definitely not last.

Especially in today's increasingly developed internet age, if someone were to film a short video of that and post it online, it wouldn't just be a matter of being widely discredited in this small area.

Therefore, even if he gritted his teeth, he had no choice but to give Xia Qing a reward.

Even when the stall is empty, they have to replenish the goods from their own truck.

Finally, a huge pile of dolls formed a small mountain around Xia Qing, leaving everyone who saw it speechless.

However, with Xia Qing's last plastic ring landing on the little doll, this nightmare finally came to an end.

It's not that he ran out of plastic rings.

Instead, all the dolls, including some spare stock in the bald boss's car, had been cleared out.

After all, it's just a street stall; how could they possibly stock up on hundreds or thousands of items?

Furthermore, it's impossible for an ordinary person to buy the right rings every time. Even if you buy ten or twenty rings, it would be quite an achievement to take one home.

Having eighty or ninety is already considered a sufficient reserve.

The ring toss stall looked like it had been ransacked, with only a plastic waterproof sheet used for setting up the stall, plus some fallen leaves, dust, and garbage on the sheet.

"Look, I only have a few left. What should I do? Why don't you go and get another truckload?"

Xia Qing stopped, still wanting more, and looked at the bald boss with a smile.

No! Out of stock! That's all for today!

The bald boss's face was ashen, as black as the bottom of a pot: "We agreed beforehand that there would be no refunds. Whether you lose it or take it back, do whatever you want with it. I don't care."

At this point, no matter how many people were around, he couldn't control his tone, and he couldn't pretend to be a nice guy anymore.

"alright."

After clearing out the stall for the owner, Xia Qing felt that the lesson had been taught enough, so she didn't try to gain any further advantage or cause any more trouble.

He glanced at the mountain of toys piled up beside him, then looked at the bald shopkeeper: "Look, I can't take all these toys back. How about you give me cash instead? That way you'll lose less."

"Impossible! No matter how you bring it back, I never said it could be exchanged for cash!"

The bald boss had a dark face and gritted his teeth, giving Xia Qing no friendly look whatsoever.

I'm so angry I could kill you, and you still want me to do business with you? You still want me to give you money?

impossible!
Let whoever wants to save this humiliating expense save it!

Even if I lose everything, I won't let you get away with it. I'm determined to make that two hundred bucks.

They even thought maliciously, "You just paid two hundred and you don't even have enough left. You probably only have two hundred left in your pocket. I'll let you starve to death."

This is, of course, just a self-comforting, Ah Q-like thought.

But by sheer coincidence, it actually worked out perfectly.

These two hundred yuan were all scraped together from the forgotten balance in Xia Qing's old tuition card.

Even if there are still some left inside, there probably aren't more than a few dozen.

"Isn't this pointless? A win-win situation, are you really not going to do it?"

Xia Qing was helpless and speechless.

He was hoping to make a profit by cashing out, but he never expected this to happen.

"I choose a lose-lose situation!"

The bald boss didn't even look up, fuming as he buried himself in tidying up the waterproof tarpaulin.

Now, Xia Qing's mood was definitely not very pleasant.

What bothered him even more was the [Golden Dart Technique].

The previously insightful prompts kept coming in.

But in reality, nothing substantial changed even after he cleared out the stall. With this scene, so many people, following the instructions to teach the thugs a lesson and show off their skills—wasn't that enough?

Is it a lack of quantity? Or a lack of quality?

The number is manageable; we can just do it a few more times.

If the quality isn't good enough, then he really won't know what it means to truly showcase his knowledge.

Surely we can't really kill someone to add to the fun, can we?

The current method of using money darts is as powerful as it gets.

But in this world where he knew that nightmares and other strange, supernatural forces existed, he couldn't feel safe at all.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of ropes for ten years.

Since that day, this sense of helplessness and unease about the unknown has lingered in my heart and has never dissipated.

Nightmare is like a sharp blade hanging over your head; just as its name suggests, it truly becomes a 'nightmare'.

"Forget it, there's no use worrying. We'll figure out a solution later. Let's deal with the immediate problem first."

Feeling momentarily annoyed, Xia Qing sighed inwardly, deciding to suppress her worries for the time being and focus on the present.

He had no good way to improve abilities and knowledge beyond the realm of money-dart techniques.

But solving the immediate problem is still quite easy.

Asking the ring toss stall owner to take back the rings was just to save trouble, and also because I genuinely wanted to minimize the loss for the other party.

After all, it was just a verbal argument, and there was no need to escalate it into a deep-seated hatred.

But since the other party is unwilling, selling it myself will only be a bit more troublesome.

With so many people watching, they're all ready-made customers.

"Everyone, anyone interested in a plush toy? You've all seen what happened, and now, it's a real clearance sale!"

Xia Qing started shouting to the onlookers: "Small ones are ten yuan, medium ones are twenty, large ones are forty, and extra-large ones are eighty! Don't miss out!"

"Haha, give me a small one, ten yuan, right?"

"Perfect timing, get one for my little sister, the super big one, that one, for me."

"Ten yuan each, such a good deal? I can't miss it, give me one too."

Xia Qing's casual shout immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the audience.

After all, they were just watching Xia Qing, and after seeing his amazing performance for so long, they would inevitably have a bit of a star effect on them.

Besides, it's all about watching the fun, and it's perfectly normal to spend a little money to join in if you're enjoying it.

Those who come to Hero Park are usually accompanied by children or couples, so there is definitely a demand.

Compared to spending tens of yuan on a ring toss game and getting nothing in return, being able to buy one for ten or twenty yuan is already extremely affordable.

Buying them directly from a store and buying them from this ring toss stall may sound the same, but their actual significance is completely different.

As a result, a group of people rushed to buy the goods, exclaiming that they were cheap and affordable, creating quite a lively scene.

The only stark contrast was the bald-headed owner, scrambling to pack up his stall with waterproof tarpaulin and plastic rings.

He was so angry that his face turned green when he heard everyone exclaiming that it was a good deal.

Ten yuan each is a good deal?

It's all fucking black!
Those little toys, I buy them by weight, and the cost price is at most three or four yuan.

This guy only took two from you and then turned around and sold them to you for ten.

and many more……

So this guy came here to buy goods at super low prices, right?

Thinking about it this way, the bald boss became even angrier.

(End of this chapter)