The crowd erupted in a mix of confusion and curiosity. Mark, realizing that his attempt to manipulate the situation had backfired, tried to maintain composure, but a flicker of frustration crossed his face.
"Coins? What nonsense is this?" Mark exclaimed, attempting to undermine my proposal.
"Not nonsense at all. In this new world, we need a system to ensure fair exchanges. Coins will be our currency. 50 coins for a portion of food. I believe it's a reasonable deal," I asserted, addressing the crowd.
While some still looked uncertain, others seemed to grasp the concept. Aina, Sushil, and Emma exchanged glances, catching on to my strategy.
"But... I don't have any coins," someone in the crowd protested.
"Well, that's too bad then. It means you won't get any food." I shrugged my shoulder and replied nonchalantly.
Meanwhile, Mark gritted his teeth in frustration.
