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. 'Good for what ALE'S you.'
Get it?"
"The news?" asked Seron.
"Of course. You must be anxious to hear it. It's
obviously clear," he added gesturing at their home, "that
you're in need of glad tidings. Well," he continued, "one
day, lo and behold, I received a request for twenty paintings
from a wealthy man who wanted to decorate his new home
with an artistic touch. Naturally, he didn't want to pay very
much, but we managed to settle on a fair price. Of course, I
never told him that I had a brother who was a painter. Nor
did I tell him that this brother of mine had a hut overflowing
with his unsold works of art."
"At what price did you propose this sale of my
paintings?" asked Seron.
"Never mind the price," Cheb said with a wave of his
hand. "It isn't important. All you need to know is that I will
take twenty of your paintings - of my choosing - and give
you five percent of everything I make."
Seron physically flinched at his brother's words.
Though he could almost feel the knife wound of betrayal, he
fought his temper and quietly said, "Forgive me if I choose
to ignore this opportunity. I know how you made your
fortune - buying unsold goods at a fraction of their cost in
one city and then selling them at a generous markup
somewhere else
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