Tell your boss it’s a pleasure to do business with him. ‘Will you be selling any to them other bastards?’ Wait one moment.’ He went back inside and returned with a handful of coins. ‘Was that “thirty dollars” I just saw you write?’ ‘Religion is all very well, but what do prophets know about profits, eh? Hmm …’ He looked up at the shapeless golem in the shadows. ‘A man can’t sit by and watch his company collapse under him because of unfair price cutting, I mean to say …’
‘Is he selling them to Albertson? Or Spadger and Williams? It’s hard enough competing as it is, and they’ve got the money to invest in new plant-’ ‘I heard the priests banned making ’em years ago. ‘But no one’s making golems any more, that’s what’s keeping the price up beyond the purse of the small business-’ He stopped.
‘It looks … new,’ said the man, tapping the gleaming chest.
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