Chapter 37: Gold coins
"Can I have two kilos of spare ribs?"
"That would be one gold coin." Jacques said, her voice soft and gentle as she smiled politely to the male mediator in front of her.
"What?" The mediator’s eyebrows furrowed in angered confusion, "How much for a kilo then?"
"Five hundred silver coins." Coco butted in, a dangerous glint flashing on her eyes as she looked at the mediator who looked like he was ready to lunge at Jacques.
The mediator took a step back, recognizing Coco’s face and voice, not wanting to get into a fight with someone who brought home a poison tiger and a flying pig in a span of two days— without a scratch, too.
"O-Okay!" The mediator nervously shrieked and threw a dirty pouch with loose seams to Jacques, "I’ll take two kilos of spared ribs!"
Jacques was quick on her feet, her reflexes acting faster than lightning and catched the pouch before it could fall below her head, she catched the pouch like how a catcher would catch the baseball that the pitcher threw.
Coco knew that Jacques would be good at selling the meat and would be the perfect person to be placed in front due to how she reacted to Coco earlier.
She always has eyes for good people after all.