[Comprehensive] I run a prison in Xiongying

The fake sportswear seller squatted in front of Fujiwara Shun, and nodded his sweater: "Little brother, can you sell things by yourself?"

Fujiwara looked up and nodded.

"Knit it yourself?" The cottage man pointed to the few sweaters in front of him and said, "Little brother, I didn't say that your sweater knitting is really bad, and the stitches are skipping. Look here, and here, No way, let me see, it is definitely not easy to sell these sweaters of yours, or you follow me to sell clothes? How about I give you wages every day?"

Fujiwara shook his head instantly, "I'd better sell my own clothes, maybe I'll sell them if I'm lucky."

The person squatting on the side with the mobile phone film on it saw it, and hurried over, "Oda-kun, don't lie to other children to do coolies for you, kid, let me tell you, it's right not to talk to him, he's working there every day." So many clothes, tiring and not making money, it is better to follow me, I am easy to put on the film and make money."

"Guangben-jun, I said you are stinky and shameless, don't I understand your cell phone film? The fingers are sore every day, look at his nails, they are all deformed, little brother, you must not follow him. He learns." Oda-kun quickly retorted.

It was also the first time for Fujiwara Shun to encounter such a situation. He was stunned for a moment, and smiled shyly: "Thank you for your kindness, I still think it is better for me to sell my own things."

"Tsk, little brother, you don't understand. In fact, let's make it clear. There are rules for setting up a stall here. You said that you are a small newcomer and suddenly appeared here. Who will buy your things? Yes Right? What we need is also brand effect! Look at mine, although it is fake sportswear, but at least it is ASICS, Mizuno. Brother, have you never sold clothes before! The price of your sweater is as high as KENZO, [-] yen a piece, you really think everyone’s money is burned!" Oda-kun saw Fujiwara Shun The price tag, said in shock.

"Little brother, is this your first time selling clothes? Sigh, you have no experience. I don't think you should set up a stall here. You won't be able to sell them. Instead, you'll just waste your time."

Fujiwara Shun listened to everyone's suggestions, smiled slightly, and did not explain, but Oda-kun and Hiromoto-kun finished persuading them, and found that Fujiwara Shun didn't listen, and just shook his head, thinking that he was young and frivolous and didn't understand the sinister heart, and money was hard to earn. He will know when he can't sell for a whole day here.

Fujiwara Shun sat there quietly and waited, very patiently.

It's just that half a day has passed, and it's true what the two of them said, no one bought his clothes.

After finally waiting for someone who was interested, he looked at his poor-quality sweater and the price, then looked at Shun Fujiwara with an expression of looking crazy, and left.

Seeing this, Oda-kun and Hiromoto-kun pouted at Fujiwara, "Let me tell you, little brother, if you are really short of money, listen to me, lower the price a little, and write something next to it, family background Poverty, work-study, etc., I hope everyone can help, maybe someone will buy it. There is no need to wait."

Fujiwara instantly felt his concern and smiled.

It is impossible to reduce the price, and it will never be possible.There is such a cheating money-burning prison, selling it at a reduced price, when will we have to wait until we can get enough money for the prison?

"Tutu, tell me... can I do this?" Fujiwara Shun whispered his thoughts to Tutu.

After Tutu listened, he nodded again and again: "Yes, they are not so strict now, Shun only appears once, and won't be noticed."

"Okay, then wait for me." Fujiwara Shun finished speaking and got up.

"Little brother, are you going to close the stall?" Oda-kun asked concerned.

"No, go to the bathroom." Fujiwara said with a smile.

He gradually disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving Tutu alone, looking at the stall in front of him.

Oda-kun saw that he still did not give up, sighed, shook his head and looked away.

He just lowered his head when suddenly a shadow floated in front of him.

He raised his head subconsciously, and saw a man in a silver robe flash past and stop beside him, in front of the little brother's stall.

Then, under his dumbfounded gaze, the man picked up a sweater, left [-] yen without saying anything, and left.

When he left, he could only see a few flashes of his figure.

If it wasn't for the stall in front of Tutu, and indeed one piece of sweater was missing, he would suspect that he was hallucinating.

The silver-robed man appeared suddenly and left very quickly.

After he left, the entire street was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly broke out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can't be mistaken! That is, Silver Moon Hero!"

"It's really Silver Moon Hero, I saw it, that mask, and that personality!"

"My God, didn't you say that Silver Moon Hero will only appear at night? I actually saw him during the daytime!!!"

"This is my idol, wait a minute, did Hero Silver Moon buy the sweater of the new kid brother just now? I want to buy it too, and I want to buy the same one as Hero Silver Moon!"

"And me, you wait."

……

As a result, Fujiwara Shun's stall was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and the remaining eight sweaters were quickly sold out.

Tutu waved his small arms and collected the money in an orderly manner. After the sweater was sold, he immediately put the money in his small pocket and waved his hands to reject others.

"Okay, okay, let's go, it's all sold out." Tutu said hastily.

"Ah, why did I realize it just now! I'm obviously the closest!" Oda-kun who didn't grab the sweater wailed.

That is the sweater that Silver Moon Hero bought!

Why didn't he buy one in advance?

Regret, Oda-kun only has regret in his heart.

The people around here confirmed again and again that there was really nothing left, so they reluctantly left.

After everyone left, Fujiwara Shunya came back silently with his head down.

When Oda-kun saw Fujiwara Shun, he cried and said sadly, "Little brother! Do you know what you missed!"

"what?"

"Silver Moon Hero has been here! Bought your sweater! Oh, God, why weren't you here just now! That's Silver Moon Hero, and you are also lucky. After Silver Moon Hero bought your sweater, the rest of you immediately It's sold out! God, why didn't Silver Moon Hero buy mine?"

Oda-kun cried bitterly, looked at Fujiwara Shun with a calm face, and said in a daze, "Hero Silver Moon! Do you know Hero Silver Moon?"

"know."

"You are not happy that he came to buy your clothes?"

"happy."

"Then you still have this expression?"

Fujiwara Shun forced a smile.

"Oh, young man, I think you are so happy that you are crazy, and you have forgotten how to be excited. If it were me, I would definitely shout that Silver Moon Hero bought my clothes! I must shout so that the whole world will know! Ahhh Ah, why are you so lucky, you met Hero Yinyue on the first day. If Hero Silver Moon can buy me a piece of clothing, I would be willing to make me poor for the rest of my life!" Oda-kun said enviously.

"He will buy your clothes." Seeing how excited he was, Fujiwara couldn't help but say something.

"Oh, I'm satisfied once I can see it at such a close distance. I don't want to think about such unrealistic things, and you don't have to comfort me, little brother." Oda-kun patted Fujiwara Shun's shoulder, his face full of grief .

"Okay, little brother, I think it's time for you to count and leave. Alas, if I knew that the silver moon hero would come, I would have grabbed a piece of clothing first. I regret it."

Hearing this, Fujiwara silently took out a sweater from his arms: "Well, to be honest, I hid one before, and it was originally for myself. Since you like it so much, I'll sell it to you. It's not expensive. , [-] yen."

Oda-kun: "..."

Why, the price is doubled for him?

At this time a remote bar.

The dead handle wood hanger hammered the bar in front of him hard, and the bar instantly collapsed and turned into powder.

His eyes widened, and his voice was low and sinister: "Fujiwara Shun, I'm going to kill you!"

"Calm down, failure is normal, don't forget our goal because of this, our goal is to kill All Might." Black Mist reminded.

"Shut up!" Sigang Muhang interrupted him.

He clenched his fist tightly, "Fujiwara Shun, Fujiwara Shun..."

"It's not impossible for you to kill him." Suddenly, a voice appeared out of thin air.

"Teacher." Sigang Muhang immediately turned to look at the source of the voice.

"All Might is his guardian. Although he is not our primary target, if we kill him, I am afraid that All Might will also appear. We can completely destroy All Might by controlling him."

"I understand." Sigang Muhang said in a low voice, "So our attitude towards him should not be to destroy him immediately, but to catch him and torture him slowly until All Mate takes his own life in exchange for it." he."

"You're very smart." The AFO's voice was full of satisfaction, "Fujiwara Shun's trace has been found, and it's on the street in the downtown area."

As he said that, an image appeared in front of Shikura Mudiao, exactly like Fujiwara Shun selling sweaters.

"Before doing it, think about it. After all, there are many people in the downtown area. If you do it rashly, the impact will be great. With the previous lessons, you must understand that what is often needed is not only ability, but wisdom." AFO reminded road.

"I remember, teacher." Sigang Muhang replied seriously.

At this time, Fujiwara Shun sold out the sweaters in his hand, and felt that this way of making money was not bad. After he got home, he immediately tidied up, changed into clothes and went to prison.

This time, the prisoners seemed to have gotten used to Fujiwara Shun's sudden appearance.

After Shun Fujiwara appeared, the [-] prisoners in the prison immediately surrounded him, each of them holding a sweater that was extremely incompatible with their figure, and showed it excitedly to Shun Fujiwara.

"Prisoner! Today we finished knitting the sweater!"