"How did you get your hands on that much gold? Did you steal it from somewhere, or was it a heist?"
"I thought you weren't interested in knowing that," Rudy remarked.
"I am just curious, dear sir!"
"Okay, I will tell you if you give me a good deal. And if I am satisfied, I will become your regular merchant. You have already checked the quality of the gold. And I attest that you won't find a better quality gold than this one."
"Indeed. Indeed." The owner had now begun to talk calmly and respectfully with Rudy. He sat on the chair on the other side of the counter and said, "So… where did you get the gold?"
"Actually…" Rudy lowered his voice and said, "I can make gold with magic."
"Ahaha! Come on, dear sir. I am being serious here."
"Don't tell anyone, but I stole it from the bank."
"Is… that so?" he gulped down anxiously.
"Yes. I have much more with me, so get this over me. Tell me your final price, and I will tell you mine."
"The most I can give is $7500."
