Stall Owner, Is This Buff Guaranteed to Be Real?

Wild imagination + System + witty banter + one heroine

Wang Defa’s stall displayed just three things: a bottle of “Anti-Hair-Loss Cola,” a box of “Shut-Up, Ex Candy,” and a scrap of cardboard that read, “Believe in me and gain eternal life (just kidding).”

Urban Management Officer Li strolled over, frowning. “Is this cola of yours even legit?”

Wang Defa sighed. “Brother Li, if I wanted to be legit, would I be running a stall here? I’d be ringing the opening bell at Nasdaq by now.”

[Ding! Law-enforcement intimidation detected. “The Art of Faking It” skill activated automatically.]

Wang Defa instantly put on a smile. “Bro, this is actually a new kind of mood drink. It won’t grow your hair back after you drink it. It’ll grow your brain instead, so you can finally accept the fact that you’re bald. The whole point is to make peace with your bare face.”

Li fell silent for three seconds, then scanned the code and paid. “I’ll take one. I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately... But if you dare rip me off, I really will flip your stall next time.”

“Don’t worry,” Wang Defa said, handing him the bottle. “If I’m lying, I’m a little dog. Woof, woof.”