[IN AN UNKNOWN LOCATION]
"So, is it ready?" A man in a regal attire asked, puffing out smoke from his mouth while holding his cigarette with the tip of his fingers.
Seated on a plush couch, he had a glass of wine on a table beside him, along with a plate used to dust off the ash forming as his cigar burned.
The man had blonde hair and a beard, exuding a hard look. A very expensive-looking walking cane lay beside him.
In front of him stood a woman, his secretary, wearing glasses and a serious expression. She was dressed in a suit and had an open book with her.
"Yes, sir. It turns out that we've mysteriously acquired someone who claims he has the coins we require," the woman replied.
"Oh? How many does he have in stock?" the man inquired.
"He claims they will be more than enough to supply the amount we require. He didn't say any more," she stated.
"We need a million coins, you know? How can a single person have that much? What a joke," the man grumbled in irritation.
