"Alright." Vance exhaled, chuckling as he shook his head and clicked his tongue: "If a mind like yours had been born in Silverton Town, I fear those conservative old geezers up there would be plucked clean by you before they even knew it. Deal! Two hundred credits for a medium jar of chili sauce, in exchange for the exclusive distribution rights at The Moon's Fork. As for the land, I will have someone show you around tomorrow morning. I might not be the planetary government, but finding a piece of wasteland for you in this plaza is a piece of cake."
