Big Head finally gritted his teeth and said,
"Deal!"
The stuff had cost him a total of 300 dollars, and a profit of twice that made him feel a bit shortchanged, but it also gave him a sense of the bottom line.
"Move it all to the cargo ship."
Sean Knight gave the order, then whispered something to Douglas Cooper before heading back to the yacht.
Douglas handed Big Head a thousand dollars, slapping him on the shoulder with a smile,
"You've made a killing, man!"
Big Head's mouth twisted into a grimace, but he didn't speak, clutching the thousand dollars tightly.
Once the stuff was moved, Big Head directed the fishing boat away from the sea territory, and as he turned to look back at the yacht, he spat disdainfully,
"That guy probably thinks this rich person has such great taste... Great my ass! Can't even tell apart fake coin blobs..."
"Boss, does that mean we can keep tricking him with the stuff we brought over last night?"