A sudden wave of oppressive pressure swept over the crowd, filling the air with fear and unease. All eyes turned to see a chubby, slightly greasy man approaching, his sharp, calculating gaze cutting through the tension.
His fleshy build, bulging belly, and sinister stare instantly evoked the image of a corrupt official—dangerous, petty, and ruthlessly efficient.
With the crowd quieting, Manager Belly stepped forward and asked the tax officer what was going on.
The previously panicked officer immediately straightened up. "Well, Manager, this man refused to pay the additional tax we charged him, claiming the quality of his wheat was better than assessed."
Clayton stepped forward quickly. "That's not true, Manager Belly! My wheat isn't nearly as bad as he claims. See for yourself—if you don't believe me."
