"Hahaha!! You are going too low!" The Senator laughed out loud, leaning forward in his plush chair, fueled by arrogance and unchecked corruption. He yelled:
"Two hundred million!"
"So cheap," Mistress shook her head, her face etched with boredom at the small numbers. She looked up at Voco, her voice sharp:
"Two hundred and fifty million!"
"Wow! This is heating up!!" Voco yelled, savoring the drama. He turned to the crowd of villagers: "Don't worry everyone!! You all will have a share of this money!! And everyone will get more food!!"
His announcement was met with cheers; the villagers were completely unbothered by the trafficking occurring before them. Gaining money from something bad without getting their hands dirty was simply good fortune.
"Three hundred million," a young man called out, his voice sharp with eagerness.
"Oh!! It seems the young master wants her too!!" Voco said with a smile, recognizing the heir of a wealthy, shadowy family.
