"You must be joking," the granfino told the owner. "You think that 'poor wretch' has a thousand cruzeiros? If a man like that is anyone in this world, then I’ll be the Governor of the state!". He assumed that because the man looked like a drifter, he was penniless.
But the man in the rumpled clothes had heard every word. With a polite and steady voice, he called the young man over. He reached into his belt pouch and pulled out a thick bundle of "orange-colored" bills—notes worth far more than what the granfino was carrying. tiao_carreiro_pardinho_terra_roxa_modao_sertane...
The granfino looked around with a sneer. He passed several tables until he came to a man sitting alone, quietly eating his lunch. This man was Black, wearing worn, rumpled clothes that looked as though they had seen years of hard labor. The granfino didn't even stop; he simply laughed with contempt. "You must be joking," the granfino told the owner