Chester sat in his Opium Den, tapping his foot as he looked at the first batch of Opium he churned up. He put a price on it, 600 bucks for one pound of Opium, some would call him crazy, but he is just playing the long con, everyone is out there selling Heroine or Cocaine, as long as he got the only Opium Den in the North Side of Chicago, he weighs his options, he has it in the bag

"So I would say this is a good reasonable price for this kind of product"

It's only a good price if people will buy it. Otherwise it's worthless...