Getting Ripped Off at My Brother's Supermarket

"This is a top-of-the-line black card with a global limited production of only 100 pieces, with no quota limit. Whoever sends me photos of Kelly hitting me, I'll give them one million dollars."

To stir up the crowd, I set the price as high as possible. "One photo for one million dollars, with no upper limit!"

I had just finished speaking when someone immediately held up their phone and rushed towards me, saying, "Me, me.”

Kelly reached out her hand to block the person, forming a human wall with the security guards. She looked warily at the black card in my hand before smiling with relief as if she had thought of something. “You damned liar! It's not enough to just steal; you even forged a black card to deceive people. Do you know that forging bank cards is considered a crime and you will be imprisoned?”

She changed the subject and turned her head to speak to the restless crowd. “If there’s money in her card, it’s also illegal and will be frozen sooner or later. Not only will you not get a penny, but you'll also go to prison with her. However, I think she probably has no money and is playing tricks to scare people into siding with her. If she was really that rich, why would she even steal a baby pacifier?”

Kelly's remark immediately reversed public opinion. Some people who were originally driven by greed and were about to side with me changed their stance again.

“I think this sales assistant is right. If this woman were really that rich, why would she steal?”

"She always tells lies. There’s not a single word of truth. I wouldn't believe a thief."

“But what if it's true... That's a million dollars."

After arguing for a while, a woman took the lead in standing up. She expressed that she would believe me if I could afford the million-dollar compensation for the theft.

I agreed without hesitation.

The moment the black card was placed on the POS machine, an automated voice rang. “Sorry, the card isn’t recognized. Please use another bank card to pay.”

I could hardly believe my ears. "No way. How could it be? My black card is a coming-of-age gift from my parents. There must be something wrong with this machine!”

I grabbed the machine and shook my head frantically.

Kelly brought over three new POS machines. I tried several times, but the result was the same.

I shook my head in disbelief.

Kelly sneered and pulled out a similar black card. As soon as she tapped it on the POS machine, the machine immediately announced, "Payment successful."

The few people who had believed me also turned against me. They commented sarcastically.

"Why pretend to be rich when you don't have any money? How unlucky it is to run into a lunatic."

"She even said the POS machine was useless. It’s clearly a fake card. She almost scammed me."

"I think we should just let the sales assistant beat her to death. People like her are nuisances. If she pulls some kind of scam on us or our family, we'll be in big trouble."

"I agree. I agree!"

…

The chattering crowd was clamoring to beat me to death. Kelly took advantage of the situation and stood on a platform.

Holding a microphone, she directed the spotlight toward my face. "Anyone who punches this woman will receive 10,000 dollars from me. Anyone who slaps her will receive 20,000 dollars. The more severe it is, the higher the reward. I'll cover all the medical expenses!"

She mouthed silently to me. Just as I was about to be drowned in the crowd, I finally realized what she said. "I've already replaced your card. You're doomed."

The high reward excited the crowd and they surged over.

Punches rained down as I crouched on the ground.