Chapter 22: Another Master

"Honey, give him a box with the shoes!" In private, Shen Yuequn's wife could no longer stand it and whispered to him.

"Alright!" Shen Yuequn thought for a moment, and when the young man pointed to a blind box to buy again, Shen Yuequn inadvertently grabbed the one next to it.

This box was slightly damaged, so Shen Yuequn placed a pair of leather shoes inside, which he remembered clearly.

However, he never expected that when he was about to hand the blind box to the young man, the young man shook his head and said, "I don’t want this box, it’s not mine. I want the one next to it!"

"Uh... okay...!" Shen Yuequn was left with no choice but to put the slightly damaged box back and give him the one he wanted. When it was opened, lo and behold, it was another wallet.

"I'll take another one!" The young man swayed unsteadily but insisted.

"Give it up!" The people around urged in unison.

"I want it!" The young man remained adamant, then patting his pocket, he discovered all his bills were gone, and only managed to find some coins—one yuan, fifty cents, and ten cents—totaling just nine yuan.

"Boss, can I owe you one yuan? I'll pay you back this afternoon!" the young man said.

"No need, I'll sell you one for nine yuan, but you have to promise me that after this, you go home and don’t keep messing around. You’ve had enough bad luck today, come back in a few days!" Shen Yuequn sighed.

"Hmph..." The young man made a sound of dissent, unsure if he agreed or refused, then began to sift through the remaining blind boxes, finally settling on one.

"Don't look anymore, it’s definitely going to be another wallet!" people murmured around him. The young man's face was somewhat pale, but he still opened the blind box without hesitation, pulling out a large rectangular box.

"Ah!" Upon seeing this box, the young man let out a long breath, collapsing onto the chair like a noodle, unable to move.

"Finally, something good!"

"What luck is this?"

"Right? Over fifty boxes without anything, and then this one for just nine yuan—it’s unbelievable!" The onlookers all expressed their delight, feeling satisfied and pleased.

They even felt that watching this scene was more enjoyable than watching fifty episodes of a popular drama—this was too entertaining!

Especially the dramatic climax at the end, which was simply too thrilling; they were extremely satisfied, yet they had no idea that this was just the beginning.

After catching his breath several times, the young man began to open the shoe box, pulling out a pair of white leather shoes, which dimmed his expression even further.

White leather shoes? How could anyone wear those casually? They were too out of the ordinary.

To make matters worse, they were ladies' shoes, and the young man was a genuine Northeastern man; the shoes didn't even fit half of his foot, making them impossible to wear.

In other words, although the young man finally drew a pair of shoes, they were worth less to him than a wallet!

"Boss, can you help me sell these?" The young man's face was ashen as he handed the white leather shoes to Shen Yuequn.

"How much do you want to sell them for?" Shen Yuequn asked.

"Thirty, I guess!" The young man hesitated, "The color probably won’t sell well."

"Tsk tsk, spent over 500, and now only selling for 30—what a life!"

"Yes, so it’s better to quit early!"

"The key is not to act impulsively; impulse is the devil!" The crowd chimed in with comments, while the young man grew even more despondent, handing the shoes to Shen Yuequn and preparing to leave.

"Wait!" Shen Yuequn suddenly called out to the young man, "You can't sell these shoes for thirty."

"Why not? Can't I even sell these for thirty?" the young man asked in despair.

"Not that. Look at the sole of your shoe; do you see the KJ mark?" Shen Yuequn turned the shoe over, revealing the imprint on the bottom.

"KJ? What’s the difference?" The young man didn’t understand, but several people around him suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Wow, this is the second pair of shoes handcrafted by an Italian master!"

"Yes, and it's not even by Master KK; it seems to be by another master!"

"This is incredible; these shoes might be worth 300!"

"Yes, this young man really got lucky!"

"Nonsense, 500 for 300, what luck is that?"

"But he still has fifty wallets!" The crowd discussed among themselves, while Shen Yuequn explained the significance of the mark, saying, "This KJ master is the only female master among eight Italian masters, and her skills are extraordinary. Our factory originally priced her shoes at 8000 yuan!" Shen Yuequn smiled, "But since it's a consignment, I suggest you sell them for 800 yuan; otherwise, it would be an insult to the value of these shoes!"

"Really!" Upon hearing that the shoes were originally worth 8000, the young man's ashen face lit up with extreme surprise. It didn’t matter whether the shoes would actually sell for that much; what mattered was that his luck wasn’t bad—he hadn’t lost money, he had gained, and that was the most important thing!

He quickly agreed to list the price at 800 yuan. Although it might not sell, selling it for 30 had no significance.

Thus, at Shen Yuequn's stall, the previously 500 yuan shoes were no longer the most expensive; the most expensive was now the 800 yuan white KJ ladies' shoes.

"He really got lucky!" many people remarked enviously.

"You don’t understand; this is all a merchant's trick. Didn’t you see that 500 yuan pair sitting here for several days without anyone buying it? It’s just a way to fool you!" A smart onlooker exposed the truth.

"Yes! Yes!" The crowd readily agreed, feeling that this must be fake; otherwise, would they not return home with a belly full of jealousy after watching?

At this time, Shen Yuequn had sold out all his goods and was packing to go home. However, on the way, he found a public phone to call Huang He, asking him to send another 3000 items over, while also obediently transferring the purchase payment of 24000 yuan to Huang He.

Although most of the money went to Huang He, Shen Yuequn still made a profit of 6000 yuan, which was nearly two months' salary, especially considering he had been working four extra hours every day. Shen Yuequn was very satisfied with this.

"Boss, I think I've found a point to operate on!" While on the phone, Huang He quietly reported something, and after a long conversation, Shen Yuequn hung up, his face full of uncertainty. He didn’t know whether the matters he discussed with Huang He would yield good results.

"Forget it, it’s just 800 yuan anyway; it’s all the factory’s money!" Shen Yuequn muttered, then hummed a tune as he went home with his wife.