No wall in the world was airtight.
Very soon, news of Xia Ping's stall spread throughout Far East City and became known in every street and alley, especially among the group led by the man in the floral shirt. They were the first to learn of it.
After all, to keep Xia Ping from flying into a rage, they had sent a few lackeys to keep an eye on him and find out what he was up to. At the first hint of trouble, they would immediately slip away.
But even if they were beaten to death, they never would have imagined this happening. Not only was the kid's stall far from deserted, it was bustling beyond belief. A long queue had formed, and he had nearly sold out all the Knockoff Gale Shoes.
"That kid has completely lost his mind. He's even offering triple compensation for fakes. Does he not know those Gale Shoes are all knockoffs? If the people who bought them sue him in court, that spendthrift might have to pay out his entire fortune."
The man in the floral shirt was speechless. That kid was not merely stupid—he was downright insane.
"Yeah, I got word that a lot of people in Far East City have gone crazy. They're rushing to that kid's stall and buying shoes by the hundreds, as if they cost nothing."
"My god, since when did Gale Shoes become such a hot commodity? So many people are fighting to buy them."
Quite a few people had no idea how to describe their feelings.
"How could they not go crazy? Buy ten pairs of Gale Shoes and you can make thirty thousand Universal Coins. A hundred pairs means three hundred thousand, a thousand pairs means three million. If that doesn't make you rush to