"The scent is very faint…" White-Ma said.
"Is there a direction?" Chen Zhao asked.
"The scent is very faint…"
"Can you sense the amount?"
"The scent is very—"
Chen Zhao kicked him to the ground. "If you tell me the scent is faint again, we'll eat dog meat for dinner."
White-Ma felt wronged. He was telling the truth. Many people would accidentally lose change on the beach too, and the coins also had faint scents. It affected his senses.
Chen Zhao didn't have any desire for change. They were only a couple of cents each. He probably couldn't get $100 even if he found all the coins on the beach.
If it was paper money, it would be more obvious and people would get it before Chen Zhao. It wouldn't be as hidden as coins.
Chen Zhao's phone rang. Ethan's excited voice streamed in from the other end. "Chen, you did it, right? You did it!"
"What are you talking about?"
