At the mont Feng Xue received the coin, she realized that she had underestimated the coins she had manufactured.
Or rather, all magical items couldn’t be fully summarized rely by a description and a few elents without actual testing.
Just like this coin, which seed to be an extension of the concept of "transaction," but only when she actually used it did she realize it had many detailed rules.
For example, "the coin is awarded only after the transaction is complete." Feng Xue’s first trade demand was silence, and as the woman fulfilled this condition, the ownership of the coin transferred, allowing her to throw the coin now. Conversely, the coin "take out of Queen’s District" couldn’t be used by the other party now.
Besides, the simpler the content of the trade, the stronger its effect; the more complex, the weaker. For instance, the demand for "maintaining silence" was concise and clear. Once the trade was fulfilled, the other party would rigorously comply, even stopping changing clothes because changing would make noise.
If she didn’t lift the trade, the other party wouldn’t starve to death but would automatically terminate the transaction upon judging "it had been quiet long enough for the paynt" or "any more silence wouldn’t be worthwhile."
The request "take out of Queen’s District" was more ambiguous, hence Jessica could take ti to organize her clothes and change shoes, as she could define this as part of the task of "leaving Queen’s District."
This wasn’t really a big issue, but the real problem was that the transactions with the coin strictly adhered to the core concept that "the initiator rules."
In short, all subjective reasons of the counterparty would be ignored, everything depended on the initiator’s needs.
In short, you could refuse the transaction if the project proposed by the initiator was too difficult or the offer too low, but you couldn’t refuse because your wife was about to give birth or you were about to be late.
Another similar issue was the coverage of the transaction—
As the initiator, one could reissue the coin to alter the terms of the transaction, but as the counterpart, there was no right to request changes.
The reason why Jessica could take money to take Feng Xue ho was that this "transaction" didn’t conflict with "leaving Queen’s District." It was essentially opening a new chain; in the matter of escaping the Queen’s District, Jessica had no right to haggle with Feng Xue, but the deal to go to her ho was separately proposed, where Feng Xue beca the counterpart.
That is, in the transaction "leave the Queen’s District," Feng Xue had the final say, and he could always spend a coin to change the transaction request, but he must fulfill the deal "go ho with Jessica" unless Jessica also spent a coin to change the content.
So now Feng Xue was trapped by her own magical creation, because the mont this transaction was established, as long as Jessica didn’t change her terms, he had to go ho with her.
After Feng Xue helplessly took the coin, the previously soaring car speed slowed down again, Jessica humd a pleasant tune with one hand on the steering wheel while Feng Xue kept peering out the window, checking if anyone was catching up.
Monts later, not spotting any familiar license plates or drivers, Feng Xue turned back to look at enthusiastic Jessica, and sowhat helplessly said,
"Aren’t you in a hurry to work? Why are you dragging ho?"
Could it be love at first sight?
Feng Xue scorned inwardly, but Jessica said indifferently,
"What’s so great about interviewing that old lady? If I hadn’t learned through private channels that she was going to try the Demon Chef’s Youthful Cuisine, I wouldn’t bother interviewing her!"
"Old lady? Interview?" Feng Xue listened to these two words, montarily baffled. From the yelling on the phone earlier, he had thought this woman was a mistress or secretary kept by so bigwig, who, because she was favored, got a slot to et the queen or sothing. But such a person in no way could call the queen "old lady," could she?
"How about your work? Aren’t you afraid of being fired?" Feng Xue smirked, deciding to probe further, but Jessica revealed a scornful smile and replied:
"Fired? It would be great if he could fire ! The newspaper is my family’s business, and that idiot editor will probably fire himself tomorrow..."
"F***!" Feng Xue had forgotten how many tis he had sworn today. Is this what they call a rich lady? Hiding your identity and working in your own business like an underling, are you that idle?
Seeing Feng Xue’s gaze, Jessica reacted like being pricked by a needle, sowhat frantically said:
"Do you think I want this? Do you know I’d rather be a war correspondent in Bolivar or Sargon?"
"No, how does this relate to being a war correspondent?" Feng Xue was confused by Jessica’s baffling comnts, but she didn’t continue to explain and just composed herself and drove on.
And the mont the car charged towards the Queen’s District, the "transaction" that bound Jessica was confird as fulfilled, which ant that she had another coin to use.
Concerning this coin, Feng Xue felt quite uneasy. After a mont of contemplation, she finally asked,
"What exactly do you intend to do by inviting a strange man ho?"
When Jessica heard Feng Xue’s question, she slowed down the car, then turned her head to look at him, seriously saying,
"Don’t worry, I co from a Conservative Christian family that forbids premarital sex, so I won’t do anything to you."
"This woman driver..." Feng Xue tossed a salt shaker to the back seat, helplessly saying,
"You know that’s not what I’m asking."
"Then what is it? Wanting you to cook? Or maybe wanting you to give more coins?" Jessica brought a coin close to her face, her initially playful expression suddenly turning surprised:
"Why are there more lines of text?"
"Oh, have you seen other coins?" Feng Xue curiously looked at Jessica, who didn’t answer his question but instead parked the car on the roadside, then squinted her eyes and read out the small letters at the base of the number surrounded by flas—
"When the law fails to bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge from this mont becos justice and even noble (in Victorian), what’s this? Sherlock Hols?"
Hearing this question, Feng Xue imdiately discarded her unease and quickly responded, "A motto of an organization with over a hundred years of history; those circulating in the market are just poor imitations."
"Imitations, right; those wish coins don’t have the power to compel others to complete a transaction." Jessica nodded thoughtfully, pocketed the coin again, but instead of starting the car again, she directly opened the car door and said:
"Let’s go, my house is just up ahead; I’ll give you an exclusive interview."
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