"Got any? I need Number 7," a woman rushed to the front, clutching a handful of crumpled cash. "Please, I have money, I have money..."
Kevin swallowed. "Fifteen USD for a small bag. Standard size."
The original price was 10 USD. He had directly added fifty percent.
He'd thought the price was already high enough, but to these people, it was as if it cost nothing.
The people at the front quickly snapped up half of his 100-bag supply.
More people emerged from various corners, surging toward Kevin as if by some unspoken agreement.
Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Kevin's mind.
'Since I can get away with a fifty percent markup, why not... add a bit more?'
'These people here don't dare cross me, and right now, we're the only ones selling this brand. I could make a killing.'
'For every bag sold, Scarface gives me a 1 USD commission. Selling all 100 bags would net me 100 USD.'
