"Young man, you've misunderstood!"
Roosevelt Shaw stood rooted to the spot in complete bewilderment.
He had said one thousand and five, not one hundred and fifty thousand!
Even his shabby little shop wasn't worth fifteen thousand!
A simple canopy and some seats were hardly any expense.
"One thousand and five!"
He explained again.
"Yes, one hundred and fifty thousand! That's what you said before, one hundred and fifty thousand!"
Miguel Abbott added from the side.
"Buddy, you must have heard it wrong, right?"
Roosevelt Shaw looked at Miguel Abbott, his face a picture of disbelief.
What was going on? Had he not made himself clear, or was this guy's hearing off?
"Yes, Boss Shaw indeed said one hundred and fifty thousand, and that five thousand was just the interest for these fifteen minutes."
Maddox Ridge quickly chimed in.
Get the money, sort out the matter, so he could leave as soon as possible.
He really didn't want to stay here a moment longer.
