"Oh yeah, oh yeah…"
Peter was banging his head along with the music playing in his background. He was already on the highway, driving his way toward Green Town, where Sunshine Market is located.
"Baby I like your style~" Peter's hands rested on the steering wheel of his pride and joy—his expensive car. He was driving a sleek black sports car that their company produced.
He had bought it only a few months ago, at a discounted employee rate. Most of his savings had gone into this, but it was worth it.
"This is my baby, yo," he muttered as he smiled.
He may not look good, but his car looked good. So technically speaking, he looked good. Peter nodded in agreement with his own logic, his smile widening further.
He had been driving for 6 hours already. Green Province, the home of Sunshine Market, was 8 hours away. He was tired after a long day, so thankfully, he was close.
With just this drive, he could already notice the difference between the city and this place. Here, the roads were wider, and there were more trees than in the whole city. The sky also looked clearer since there's less pollution.
The environment looked better, but still, he was not happy about this arrangement. But because he agreed to it at the end, his only choice was to live with his decision.
And the pay was not bad at all!
As the managing director of Sunshine Market, he would earn around $170k a year! It's a little higher than his current wage.
A playful smile appeared on his face when he thought of his petty plans.
"I gotta make most this year because I will destroy this market! Bwahahaha!" Peter laughed out loud in his seat. He imagined the chairman's face when the supermarket started losing more money and eventually closed.
Just as he was feeling good about his evil plan, the car in front of him suddenly slowed down. Peter frowned at it. He thought that the speed limit had just got down. However, all the cars in front came to a stop.
He glanced ahead and saw that there were only a few cars in front of him.
"Huh? Why is there traffic here?" he muttered in a state of confusion.
This was the countryside, and there were barely any vehicles around.
"Maybe it's just a simple traffic," he sighed and took his phone to pass the time, not interested in it. He waited, but five minutes passed and then ten.
"Maybe it's a small accident," he thought again, since he was too lazy to go down and check on it.
But then more minutes went by, and there's still no sign of movement!
The smile on Peter's face immediately faded.
"Are you serious?" Thirty minutes later, and no one in front bothered to move at all. Peter groaned loudly.
"This is ridiculous!" He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
That was when he noticed that most of the drivers were already out by that time. For some reason, everyone was looking ahead. Some were talking among themselves, while others could just impatiently wait.
Peter walked forward slightly to see what was happening and what everyone was watching. And when he got in front, he froze.
In the middle of the road was a group of men. They wore colorful clothing made of woven fabric and beads. You could see their big bodies because of it. Feathers also decorated their hair. Some even had painted patterns on their faces.
For a normal person, they looked scary and intimidating. They were dancing right in the center of the highway. Some were even hitting a small drum from the back.
Peter blinked at the sight.
"W-What?" He couldn't believe that the traffic jam was caused by a group of tribal villagers performing a dance.
"This can't be real," Peter muttered as his jaw fell.
"Why are they even dancing on the highway?!"
Just as he asked that, a young tribal man stepped forward. He looks like he's not older than 8 years old. He was the youngest out of all of them. He was carrying a cup in his hands. He quickly went near the cars and brought forward the cup to every person he saw.
The little tribal guy was asking for money.
"You've got to be kidding me…" Peter slipped his hands into his pockets.
When he remembered that he didn't have any small bills, he quickly took his hands out of his pockets.
"I guess I'll just ignore it," he muttered to himself. "I don't have change anyway."
He just watched as the kid went to every person. Then, after some time, the kid turned and walked straight in his direction.
Peter stiffened at it. He pretended to be busy with his phone, but it didn't work.
The little boy just stopped right in front of him. He lifted his cup and stared at Peter.
"Uh… I don't really—" Peter forced a smile when he suddenly noticed something.
The other drivers were looking and glaring at him as if saying he should give something to the little boy.
"…" Peter's throat went dry.
'Why are they all staring at me?'
The kid still did not say a word in front of him. He just stood there in silence and kept looking at him.
"…".
It was so awkward.
"Fine," he muttered defeatedly. He pulled out his wallet and opened it. Inside, there were only a few bill, but they were all $1000 bill.
"…"
Peter stared at it.
"You have got to be joking."
He flipped through his wallet again, but there was nothing else.
"This is robbery," he whispered to himself.
With a painful expression on his face, Peter slowly pulled out the thousand-dollar bill. His hand trembled as he reached for the cup. When he dropped it, the boy looked at him.
"Woah, this big brother dropped $1k!" It was the first time that the boy spoke.
With those words, the tribal people immediately stopped dancing. They slowly turned to face Peter.
"…Ah." Peter awkwardly opened his mouth.
"Did he say one thousand?"
"For real?"
The other drivers also asked.
Then, the young boy suddenly lifted the bill high in the air to show everyone.
"One thousand!"
With the confirmation, the tribal men suddenly erupted.
"Awoooooo!"
"Awoooo!"
"Awooo!"
"Awoooo!"
They began howling and danced even more frantically.
Meanwhile, Peter just stood there, frozen in place.
"What the hell?"
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A/N: What would be your reaction if you encountered something like that?