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Just as the three of them were about to put on their masks, Peter noticed the boxing gloves Gwen had placed on the booth table. His eyes lit up slightly as he asked, "Gwen, can I buy one of these?"
"Of course! Anyone can buy them!"
Gwen lowered the mask she was holding and pointed to the items. "The prices are very reasonable! Which one do you like? I can give you a discount."
Peter pointed to a pair of boxing gloves. "This one."
Gwen picked it up and glanced at the label. "Three dollars. For you, just two."
Peter placed the money into the donation box, carefully picked up the gloves, and placed them in his own box with a smile.
"Our first sale! We just got started and already made a deal—this is awesome!"
Gwen gently patted the donation box and declared with great spirit, "Boys, our goal today is to fill this box and win first place!"
She glanced at the two of them, then put on her gorilla mask and shouted, "Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
Luke and Peter echoed her shout and put on their masks as well, calling out loudly.
"Come take a look—good stuff here!"
Luke bellowed enthusiastically.
Peter's face turned red. He opened his mouth but couldn't get any words out. Touching his face, he remembered he was wearing a mask. He nervously swallowed and then gave it a try with a small voice: "C-Come and check it out, great items at fair prices!"
After that first call, it was as if Peter had flipped a mysterious switch—his voice got louder and more confident.
Hearing their shouts and seeing more and more students arriving at the charity fair, Gwen's eyes filled with anticipation.
Come on, come on!
She chanted silently in her heart.
Five minutes later...
Gwen: "..."
What's going on?
Why isn't anyone stopping by?
Watching the bustling fair, hearing the wave after wave of shouting, Gwen tugged on Peter and Luke's sleeves, had them sit down, and whispered, "Why isn't anyone coming to our booth? This isn't going to work!"
"There are too many booths!"
"Everyone's selling similar stuff—nothing stands out!"
"Our shouting doesn't have any flair!"
The three each voiced a different theory.
"We could try shadowboxing in front of the booth while shouting to draw attention," Luke suggested.
Peter added, "We need to make people feel that buying from our booth is better than anywhere else."
After they spoke, they both turned to look at Gorilla Gwen, who had remained quiet.
Gwen was deep in thought. Then, blinking at the two boys' masks, she suddenly lit up.
That's right! They're wearing masks—they won't be embarrassed! Now's the time to try the technique her dad taught her!
Gwen grinned mischievously. "When it comes to slogans, I've got some that'll blow everyone else away!"
She threw an arm around both their shoulders and began whispering a series of phrases.
As Peter and Luke listened, they were stunned, embarrassed... and strangely excited.
These slogans—no one else had ever shouted them before. Where on earth had Gwen come up with them?
"Go on now! It's up to you guys—let's crush it!"
Gorilla Gwen gave them a thumbs-up.
The two boys took a deep breath, adjusted their masks, and stepped forward from behind the booth. With a "might as well go all in" attitude, and hiding behind the anonymity of their disguises, they began shouting their new slogans.
"Everything must go! Massive clearance sale!"
"Don't just pass by—stop and take a look!"
"Don't hesitate! Don't delay! Hesitation means you came for nothing!"
Amid the usual cries of "cheap prices, come take a look," their unique chants stood out like a pair of class clowns crashing a formal debate.
But—credit where it's due—their shouts worked. In no time, a crowd of kids gathered around their booth.
With a rush, a good portion of their inventory was gone.
Gwen happily counted the money, her eyes turning into cheerful crescents.
Her dad was right—if you want things to sell fast, the advertising has to be bold!
"Dad's slogan method really works!"
Gwen grinned as she watched a black-and-white masked demon and an alien holler away at her booth. Acting like a little boss, she peeled a candy and popped it into her mouth.
Sweetness spread from her tongue all the way to her heart.
As the items on the table quickly dwindled, just when Gwen thought they might sell out completely, the neighboring booths started mimicking them—shouting the exact same slogans.
The next second, it was as if the slogans were contagious—suddenly echoing all across the charity fair.
The teacher overseeing the charity fair listened to the shouts echoing across the field, barely suppressing a smile, her face full of helpless amusement.
Where on earth had these little ones learned such outrageous lines?
They were oddly entertaining, actually.
Entertaining?
Peter and Luke certainly didn't think so.
When you were the only one doing something like this, it was fresh, eye-catching—it drew in customers.
But once everyone started doing it, it became ordinary.
"Argh! They're shameless! This is plagiarism! Total rip-offs!"
Luke howled in frustration.
Peter nodded furiously in agreement.
Gwen called the two back with a grin and handed them each a bottle of water. "Don't worry. Take a break—we'll just come up with new lines."
The charity fair would run for three hours, and the sales would be tallied at 11 a.m. It was only 9 now, and they had already sold more than half of their items.
Time was on their side.
After resting for a little over ten minutes, and memorizing a fresh batch of slogans, Peter and Luke returned to the front lines—refreshed and full of confidence.
"Top-tier goods, gold-medal sales! Everyone who buys comes back for more!"
"Great items for little money—if you don't buy, that's your loss, honey!"
With Peter and Luke taking turns, playing off each other in rhythm, and using their weird masks and over-the-top gestures, they quickly drew in another wave of curious students.
Another crowd. Another rush. Another chunk of goods—gone.
Around them, nearby booths scrambled to jot down the new slogans and started yet another round of shameless imitation.
Seeing this, Gwen sneered.
Compete with us? Don't make me laugh!
As long as we update fast enough, you'll never keep up!
Taking note of how little inventory was left, Gwen slammed her water bottle on the table with a loud thud and declared,
"It's time for me to take the stage—watch my ultimate move!"
With confident strides, she walked over to Peter and Luke and told them to stay behind and guard the booth.
Then, taking a deep breath, she ran through the fair while shouting at the top of her lungs:
"Breaking news! Stark Industries has gone bankrupt! Yes, you heard that right—New York's biggest company, gone! Tony Stark ran off with a runway model and left behind $830 million in debt!"
"Stuff that used to sell for hundreds is now going for five bucks—not ten, just five!"
"Top-tier Stark Industries products—only at Booth Eighteen!"
Gwen, wearing her gorilla mask, darted through the charity fair like a one-woman hype machine. And while most kids didn't believe a word of her dramatic announcement, they couldn't help but drift toward Booth Eighteen to take a look.
Within minutes, the booth was swarming with students.
And just like that, in the blink of an eye, everything at Gwen's booth was sold out—completely.
(End of Chapter)