ZORA TOWN
For a long time, Zora Town had been a place of breathtaking beauty and considerable expense, a testament to the ceaseless march of technological advancement.
Mike walked down and spotted one luxury shop. He stood there, looked, but seemed not to understand it well. His eyes rolled from the car parking to the entrance where two watchmen with guns sat, and then continually up to the right, then slowly to the shop's billboard. "Let me buy something here." He wanted to go in, but a heavy truck, a luxurious one, rolled to the place and was parked unevenly, blocking the way for other cars to pass. He didn't recognize these, but maybe he has. He got full attention when an old lady in another small car called out to him, "Please make some way for me, young man."
He tried to gaze at the truck and spotted the keys were still there. The truck was large and it was even harder for him to climb in. "Your father just parked it wrong," the lady looked at the confused Mike and added. "Go on." Mike went up the truck and drove it and parked it correctly, then he moved into the shop.
It's highly decorated and looks very expensive, and yes, it is. It has its own old and new sceneries inside, really attractive. Mike was trying to figure out the things arranged on the visible glassed shelves. It took him long to decide on what he could buy or inquire about, as the prices were also written next to them. He steps next to something unique; his heart leaps. He smiles.
"Customer: Welcome! What do you want?" A professional and brave voice-over man is next to him. He looks to see a very decent man in his 40s. "How much is it?" is indicated well, but very expensive. "Mike exclaims, the gold-lined ornaments are replaced to $130,000." He turns, ready to leave. "Don't worry, young man, I can lower the price for you. Let's negotiate. I know it's good for you and your family. How much do you have?" "I can know what to negotiate for... I'm very low."
"I know, I know. But we... in our lives... imagine if I never lowered the price to $50,000 for you. You could then open another shop and earn huge sums of money." This makes Mike think for a while. He sees himself dressed officially and owning a shop even better than this one. Well, Mike thinks. He reasonably checked his account, and all the savings he had amounted to $57,000.
"Where can I pay for those?" "No need to go to the counter. I'm the only one who has negotiated for you, and they wouldn't really support that. Send it to my PayPal." It is written over there. Mike moved slowly to the place and inserted the data into his phone. "It is so long."
"Yeah, many customers say that, especially the ones who are now great entrepreneurs. A little, do you know Thompson? The greatest in the entrepreneurial world? Yes, I broke the deal with that boy, and look at what he's earning."
Mike turns, smiling at the conversation. "Confirmed," he said. "Well, now you are going to make it. Just be happy, and remember to come and thank me for my little idea later." "Well, thanks to you, I appreciate it." Mike picked it up in a well-packed box, then dashed out. He reached the truck that was outside and puts it before it. He took a very long breath of relief and looked across the town. He imagined how rich he would be. He imagined how stupid he used to train in martial arts, yet he could have earned from entrepreneurship. He opened the box, trying to figure out what's in it. He took one of them and tried to break it mistakenly, and it breaks unevenly!
"What!" He rushed back to the shop. "It is fake!" "It is fake." He sees no one inside but only a cashier still there.
"Where's the usher?" "He... he's just gone. We are closing the shop now." Mike is confused. "It is very early." "Yes, it is. But we normally close it this time." "What!" he handed what he had been sold. "Look! It is fake!" "No, they're kid's toys. They love it." The cashier says with a bright smile. Mike is even more confused. "How much is it?" "A dollar." "What? A dollar?" "They... The usher has just sold it for $50,000 to me." "Really? That's too much!" The cashier gets Mike's attention. "Who was he?" "I don't know, but his email is [email protected]. It looks like he's James, or Job, or Joseph, or Jacob... I don't know..."
"Hey, I don't know who he is. Even there's no cashier by that email here." "He was standing right here." "Then it was your fellow customer. But I will help you tomorrow. Let's go home. We'll try to figure this out."
"No, I really... I'll wait here." "No customer is allowed to wait in the shop... Okay, you will stay." The cashier says as he sees Mike burning with rage. "I'm really sorry for what has happened to you. Remember, all these are kids' toys, nothing special! They can't even sum up to $1,000." Mike's totally worn out. He brings himself down by the wall and sits there. The cashier looked at him for a long time and said, "I will be checking all the CCTV cameras for you tomorrow. Don't worry." He heads back and then picks a packet, "You may eat this." He goes out and closes the door behind him.
Mike remained unsettled. He threw the toys he had and took bitter sobbings. Outside, the usher headed to his car and took off a face he had masked himself in. He's the usher. He enters the car and sits, a bag on his hands. "Where's the usher?" "He... he's just gone. We are closing the shop now." Mike is confused. "It is very early." "Yes, it is. But we normally close it this time." "What!" he handed what he had been sold. "Look! It is fake!"
"No, they're kid's toys. They love it." The cashier says with a bright smile. Mike is even more confused. "How much is it?" "A dollar." "What? A dollar?"
"They... The usher has just sold it for $50,000 to me." "Really? That's too much!" The cashier gets Mike's attention. "Who was he?" "I don't know, but his email is [email protected]. It looks like he's James, or Job, or Joseph, or Jacob... I don't know..." "Hey, I don't know who he is. Even there's no cashier by that email here." "He was standing right here." "Then it was your fellow customer. But I will help you tomorrow. Let's go home. We'll try to figure this out." "No, I really... I'll wait here." "No customer is allowed to wait in the shop... Okay, you will stay." The cashier says as he sees Mike burning with rage. "I'm really sorry for what has happened to you. Remember, all these are kids' toys, nothing special! They can't even sum up to $1,000." Mike's totally worn out. He brings himself down by the wall and sits there. The cashier looked at him for a long time and said, "I will be checking all the CCTV cameras for you tomorrow. Don't worry." He heads back and then picks a packet, "You may eat this." He goes out and closes the door behind him. Mike remained unsettled. He threw the toys he had and took bitter sobbings. Outside, the usher headed to his car and took off a face he had masked himself in. He's the usher. He enters the car and sits, a bag on his hands.
He picked up his phone and talked to someone on a phone call, "Come and clear all the mess." He put his mask on again and headed back to the shop. "Remember to keep this a secret, for the police aren't the people to trust nowadays; they will try to hide all the evidence, for they like money and would accept bribes, and you will not get any justice." The distressed Mike looks up to his face, "Copy that." He didn't see any more help in sobering up, and he had already stopped regretting. "But...Wait! Mike said. Your face!" The cashier hadn't adjusted his mask well, and Mike noticed it. He gently stood and recognized the chain on the neck. It was the one the usher wore. "You are the one?" Mike is confused but with rage. The cashier removes the mask. Mike ran to the door, but it was totally locked. He picks up a metal rod, hitting the transparent glass hard, but it didn't break. The usher outside headed towards his car, smiling, and drove away. Mike saw the car, but another car crossed behind it, blocking the number plates.