Chapter 722 — Hit Another One?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
But Gu Mengyao was not about to offer him any compensation. That was how business worked—sometimes you lost, sometimes you gained. Even her daddy did not turn a profit on every deal he made.
Wei Zhao had no intention of throwing any more sandbags either. Together with Gu Mengyao, Shen Yushu, and Tang Zhi, he left the sandbag stall behind.
The boss finally let out a breath of relief. It seemed that one who often walks by the river would sooner or later get his shoes wet—even his foam adhesive was not entirely reliable! Still, a loss was a loss; had it not drawn in this many people? The boss did not believe anyone else here had an arm as strong as Wei Zhao's. In the end, would he not earn it all back?
Sure enough, with Wei Zhao's demonstration serving as advertisement, the boss had turned misfortune into blessing. More and more people came to throw sandbags, and in the blink of an eye the boss had taken in several hundred yuan, while what he had given out amounted to no more than a few dozen yuan worth of trinkets. Once again the boss was grinning from ear to ear.
But he had rejoiced a little too soon. Not long after Wei Zhao left, another young man hit the grand prize—the biggest plush! Only it did not fall.
The young man was visibly displeased. "I hit it too, so why didn't it fall?"
"Your arm just isn't strong enough—that young fellow from before had a mighty arm!" the boss thought to himself. Could he really let them win every single time? How would he stay in business then?
"My arm isn't strong? I'm a fitness instructor at a gym—why shouldn't I believe my arm is stronger than that fair-faced pretty boy's?" The young man glared, unconvinced. "Tell me, have you rigged something here?"
"What could I possibly rig? That man knocked down three grand prizes in one go—everyone saw it!" The boss was sounding a little guilty.
"That's right, why did he hit three? I've got it—he must be a shill you hired, deliberately letting us see him win so he could lure the rest of us into spending our money, isn't that so?" the young man demanded.
"Impossible, I don't even know them!" This time the boss had some confidence—he truly did not know Wei Zhao and the others.
"If that's the case, then let me inspect that plush and see whether there's a problem with it!" Still unconvinced, the young man shoved the boss aside and strode toward the rack where the prizes were displayed.
"You can't just come in here!" The boss hurried to stop him, but how could he be a match for a fitness instructor? In no time at all he was shoved aside, and the young man reached for the biggest plush. He grabbed it once—it would not budge.
He froze for a moment, then grabbed it again with all his strength—and saw that the shelf beneath the plush was plastered with strips of foam adhesive! The young man gave a cold laugh. "Well, well? Is this how you cheat people? It's all foam adhesive underneath—no matter how strong a man's arm is, from that distance he could never knock these loose! Aren't you just swindling people?"
The boss was instantly dumbstruck. Seeing that he had been exposed and that there was no way to cover it up, he rushed to defend himself: "This... I had foam adhesive on it just now too, and that man still knocked it down..."