Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"What do you mean?"

Sherry frowned and asked the auctioneer in front of her.

When confronted with his questions, the administrator simply continued processing documents, saying without even looking up:

"Literally. Your identities and goods are all fine. This event is really popular, and everyone has something they want to sell. So all the booths we've set up in Luffy Park are already fully booked. There are still a few spots left for the auction, but those will be on the last day, three days from now."

Having never encountered such bad news during a day of preparing to sell things, coupled with the administrator's extremely poor attitude, Sherry, who was standing next to Mian negotiating, suddenly flew into a rage, slamming her hands hard on the table, causing the documents on the table to shake violently.

"Hey, watch out!"

The administrator finally looked up, his face showing annoyance, and said:

"The police and security guards are right outside. If I shout, you're all in trouble..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mian quickly shielded Shirley behind her, mimicking Wang's ingratiating smile.

"My friend is a bit impulsive, mainly because we're so eager to participate in this event. Do you have any suggestions on how to resolve this?"

Upon hearing this, the administrator squinted and looked Mian up and down before resting his chin on his hand and saying:

"The rules are the rules. It's not easy for the higher-ups to hold an event in the Duke's District, so everyone's keeping a close eye on it. But if you're in a hurry, there are ways, but..."

At this point, the administrator paused, his narrow eyes fixed on Mian and Shirley, as if waiting for something.

But after waiting for a minute, the two people in front of him remained unmoved, and the administrator's face showed a hint of displeasure again.

"What is the method?"

Seeing that the administrator didn't answer for a long time, Mian asked again cautiously. But this time she was met with a mocking shout from the administrator.

"What other options do you have? If you want to sell craft swords in the park, you either have to risk getting caught by the police and security guards and sneak in, or you have to find someone with a stall to partner with. As for whether they will charge you any fees, that's none of my business. Now get out of here and stop interfering with my work."

Seeing that the other party was kicking them out, Mian couldn't stay any longer and could only pull Shirley away.

"By the way, was that guy just trying to solicit bribes from us?"

Shirley said through gritted teeth.

"Probably."

Once outside and making sure the other person couldn't see her, Mian's face immediately darkened. She looked around to make sure Ai Yin wasn't there, then simply spat on the ground.

"Damn it, if I give him even a penny, I'll change my surname to Mi."

"Exactly! Exactly! We must resolutely fight against corruption! These people have ruined our country!"

Shirley chimed in, feeling a surge of rage as a veteran whose retirement benefits had been embezzled.

After a while, once his anger subsided, the veteran approached again, looking somewhat guilty.

"But is it okay if we don't pay? Brother Mian, you know I'm a roughneck, completely clueless about this kind of thing. What do you suggest we do now?"

Mian dusted off her clothes and said softly:

"Didn't the manager teach us what to do? Find someone to partner with and try to take over the stalls from those who own them. Even paying more is better than giving money to these guys..."

…………

"How many?"

"One hundred, one hundred eagle dollars per hour."

Hearing the price quoted by the stall owner, Mian raised an eyebrow, her eyes sweeping over the empty stall as she said:

"Dude, you've sold out of this stuff, and you're still charging such a high price? Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"kind?"

The stall owner snorted coldly.

"There aren't many craft stalls approved this time, just a few in total. I went to great lengths to get this stall for this long. And what you want to sell are even dangerous things like decorative swords. You should know that this stall is registered in my name, so I'll have to bear the risks if anything goes wrong. This price is what I deserve."

The stall owner looked Mian up and down, then let out a sneer similar to that of the manager.

"Anyway, businesses like yours that sell handicrafts have very high net profits, so surely you can afford this little bit of money?"

An extremely arrogant tone.

Fortunately, Sherry had been distracted by Mian and was now only accompanied by Ain; otherwise, Sherry would definitely have lost her temper over this. Unfortunately, Mian instead felt a genuine urge to beat up the scalper in front of her who was inflating prices.

"If you want to do business this way, then I'll have to find someone else."

Mian tried to employ the Chinese art of haggling and feigned indifference. However, the stall owner simply said casually:

"Then go ahead and look for it. We've booked all the few craft stalls. I'll eat my hat if you can find it."

This really infuriated Mian, and she immediately dragged Ai Yin away.

"My lord, are those bad people?"

Ai Yin held Mian's hand obediently and asked.

"He's not someone who absolutely needs to be killed."

Mian's veins bulged as he said angrily:

"These kinds of people are called unscrupulous merchants or scalpers. They're always partly responsible for the decline of social morality. Listen carefully, you absolutely cannot compromise with these kinds of people. If no one compromises, these kinds of people will eventually be unable to survive and will have to change careers."

"So how do we sell our products?"

"Ayn asked with some concern," Mian replied, barely suppressing her anger and offering her a smile.

"Keep searching. As long as we put in the effort, we'll find it sooner or later..."

…………

"...Can't find it."

Just as the stall owner had said, Mian searched for every stall willing to sell, only to receive the exact same price from each one. These stalls had nothing to sell at all; these people were clearly in cahoots to make money off the stall fees.

No wonder, no wonder...

Mian bit her nails.

No wonder Mian didn't realize she needed to make a reservation on her first day. Even though Luffy Park was packed, you could still see quite a few empty stalls just by walking around.

This gave him the illusion that it was something that didn't require any rush, but in the end, these empty stalls were simply snatched up by this group of unscrupulous scalpers.

After running around for almost the entire morning, the stall issue was still unresolved. Mian couldn't help but feel anxious.

Or should we just apologize to the other side?

In theory, according to the previously conceived plan, covering the cost of 200 Eagle Dollars per hour for booth rental should not be a problem at all, since Mian's goal is to calculate in the tens of thousands.

However… Mian glanced at Ain beside her and immediately abandoned any idea of ​​compromise.

Damn it, how can you bow down to a bad guy in front of your child?