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Chapter 1
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"Wecan’tdothat.Someofthesepeoplehavebeentradingherefortwentyyears."
"Listen,kid.Chainstoreswon’tletJohnD.Rockefellerchargeanickel."
"Yes,butthesepeoplearegoodforit,mostofthem."
"What’s‘goodforit’?Ittiesupmoney.Chainstoresbuycar-loads.Wecan’tdothat.Yougottolearn,kid.Sure—nicepeople!Moneyisnicetoo.Yougottoomuchmeatscrapsinthebox."
"Thatwasfatandcrust."
"Okayifyouweighbeforeyoutrim.Yougottolookafternumberone.Youdon’tlookafternumberone,whose’lldoit?Yougottolearn,kid."Thegoldteethdidnotglitternow,forthelipsweretightlittletraps.
AngersplashedupinEthanbeforeheknewitandhewassurprised."I’mnotachiseler,Marullo."
"Who’sachiseler?That’sgoodbusiness,andgoodbusinessistheonlykindofbusinessthatstaysinbusiness.YouthinkMr.Bakerisgivingawayfreesamples,kid?"
Ethan’stopblewoffwithabang."Youlistentome,"heshouted."Hawleyshavebeenlivingheresincethemiddleseventeenhundreds.You’reaforeigner.Youwouldn’tknowaboutthat.
