Facing the sincere, simple smile of the boy before him, the corner of Lin Li's mouth twitched—
"Good bro, so this is just an ordinary one-yuan coin, right?"
Cut it out with this misprinted coin nonsense!!
This guy felt like the type to tell customer service, "Boss, there's something wrong with the cup you sent me. The part that was supposed to let me put myself in has been sealed shut, while the part that was supposed to seal in the little guy so he wouldn't spray everywhere has a crack in it. The quality is terrible."
"If you see it that way, there's nothing I can do about it." The boy chuckled and uttered the favorite line of scumbags everywhere.
Lin Li wasn't angry or irritated. Instead, he found it hilarious, especially when he realized that the Class Twenty students around them had been applauding along just moments ago. Helplessly, he asked, "So your class came up with this whole spiel just to give customers an emotional roller coaster?"
"Not entirely. If it's an ordinary one-yuan coin, then the transaction might brush up against some shady business. But if it's a misprinted coin, then it's not a transaction—it's collecting. It's passing something on. It's legal. This reflects our class's determination to avoid all risks and stay on the right path."
The boy spoke solemnly.
There was actually that consideration?
Lin Li gave him a thumbs-up. That was very law-abiding of them.
"But bro, you really were kind of unlucky. One yuan is indeed the worst prize in the Punch-Hole Game. Most prizes are worth at least three yuan, or equal to it. This one-yuan prize is just there to make up the numbers."
The boy scratched his head sheepishly, then immediately brought out the enthusiasm of a top salesperson