Just as the people around were about to leave, unwilling to watch this shoddy performance any longer, the customer asked, "Boss, are these Gale Shoes genuine? If they're fake, I don't want them."
"Of course they're genuine. When I, Wu Wudi, sell things, I only sell authentic goods, never counterfeits." Xia Ping wore an expression of righteous solemnity. "I'm famous for caring about product quality."
The crowd stared at Xia Ping speechlessly. These were obviously knockoffs—anyone with eyes could see that—yet this guy still dared to boast so shamelessly. He was practically slapping himself in the face. Stupid beyond belief.
"It says here that if they're fake, you'll compensate threefold. Is that true? You're not trying to scam us, are you?" The customer's eyes flickered as he pointed at the words on the sign.
"Of course it's true."
Xia Ping patted his chest. "I have absolute confidence in the quality of my products. If they really are fake, I'll compensate threefold. Fair to young and old alike."
"If you don't believe me, we can sign a contract directly under the witness of the law. You'll believe me then, right? On the virtual network, no one dares violate a contract."
What?!
The people around him were stunned, looking at Xia Ping as if he were an idiot. The shoes on this stall were plainly Knockoff Gale Shoes—every single pair was fake.
Without question, if he sold them, this kid would lose everything.
Yet this guy actually dared to sign contracts with people, promising threefold compensation for fakes. He had gone mad. They had never seen such a fool in all their lives. Did he think he had too much money on him?!
"Haha, we're getting rich this time."
"We really are. I know this kid—he's the famous spendthrift, Wu Wudi, the