"Frankowski, Leo - Copernick's Rebellion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frankowski Leo)

"What! Oh, wait a minute. That's right. I'd heard that you'd taken over your grandfather's firm. It's just that over the phone you sounded so much like him that I thought he was visiting his old stomping grounds again. How is old Lou?"
"Well, according to the postcards, he's still taking his retirement pretty seriously, sir."
"Raising hell and drinking sour mash on that boat of his, huh?"
"That's about the size of it, sir."
"And still chasing women, I guess."
"Two of them, if you want to believe the photos."
"Oh, you can believe them, son. Your granddad never was the sort to let his wick go dry for long." The senator laughed. Then quietly he said, "It's good to see that some people can retire."
"Well, the country would be in worse shape without you, sir."
"Hmm. Well." The sparkle in the senator's eyes went out. "About that lunch you promised me..."
Later, in one of the darkened, soundproof booths that made the Twin Bridges popular, the senator said, "Son, I just can't get over how much you look like your grandмdad. Why, you're the spitting image of him when he was your age. Come over to the house sometime and I'll show you pictures of the two of us when we were in college."
"I'd like that, sir."
"Why, you even smoke Pall Malls and drink Jim Beam like he does. Now tell me, isn't that part of it a little bit of an act? You just figure that if he was the best lobbyist in Washington, everything he did must have been right, huh?"
Von Bork just smiled. "Well, I'll allow that nothing succeeds like success. Just don't go laying it on too thick, and you'll come along just fine."
"I'll try to, sir. It's an odd business."
"Well, you hear a lot of grumbling about paid lobмbyists, but I think that they do a lot of good around here."
"Indeed, sir?"
"Yes indeed. You see, son, my colleagues and I have to know what folks are thinking. We need information channels from all sorts of people, and your gang provides us with a lot of those."
"Even if they're biased?"
"Son, every channel is biased. Everybody has an ax to grind. At least with a lobbyist, you know what he's pulling for, and you can make allowances."
"I'll bear that in mind, sir."
"Will you quit 'sirring' me? My friends call me Moe."
"Thanks, Moe."
"You're welcome, Lou. Now, what are you doing with your granddad's company?"
"Mostly trying to pick up the pieces. Trying to get to know the people and so on."
"It was kind of sudden, the way he just up and quit. The way he explained it to me, just before he left, was that retiring was like quitting smoking. You got to go cold turkey. Still, he should have at least introduced you around."
"Well, maybe. Or maybe the best way to learn how to swim is just to jump in."
"Well, son, I think that I might be able to give you a swimming lesson or two. You come over to Daisey's party tomorrow, and I'll introduce you around."
"I'd really appreciate that, Moe."
"No trouble at all. I owed old Lou a few favors, and I might as well pay them back to you. Now how about the other half of the business? Were you able to keep many of his old clients?"
"About half of them. I've got Markoff Industries, the Michigan Milk Producers, and Copernicus, Inc."
"Well, that's a fine start for a young man in your busiмness. Go soft on Copernicus, though. Heiny Copernick didn't make any friends with that stink he raised about his rejuvenation research program."
"He was funding it with his own money, wasn't he? Why shut him down?"
"Whoa, now! Nobody said that he had to stop his reмsearch. Just like nobody said that the government had to keep on buying equipment from his company. But screaming 'patricide' when he got a few orders canceled ... Well, that's just not how the game's played."
"Well, in any event, Heinrich Copernick is retiring. He doesn't even own any stock in the company anyмmore."
"Yeah? Well, you mention that around and you won't hit so many snags. But don't do it until tomorrow, Lou."
"Why not?"
"So I can sell my Copernicus stock before the bottom falls out of it!" The senator stood. "Well, I got to git. But you take yourself over to Daisey's tomorrow."
"I'll do that. Better still, how about if I pick you up at your house and drive you over there? You could show me those college photos."
"Sure. See you at five thirty." The senator hobbled away cautiously.

Von Bork arrived at 5:29:59 in a nine-hundred-dollar casual suit. "Good afternoon, Moe."
"Lou, boy! Come in." The senator looked down at his own housecoat and slippers. "Been taking it a bit easy today."
"Yes, sir. I understand."
"Quit 'sirring' me. And what the hell do you mean, you 'understand'?"
"IЧI went out with a nurse last night. One of Dr. Cranford's."
"Good man, Cranford. Go to him myself occasionally. You don't mean that pretty little redhead he's got running around his front office?" The senator was adept at getting people off unpleasant subjects.
"Yes, Moe. She told me. About you."
"What! She has no business talking about other peoмple's lives!"
"She has been a fan of yours all her life. She was so broken up, she had to tell somebody."
"Listen, boy. She didn't tell you nothing. And you didn't hear nothing. And you ain't going to say nothing, either! You hear me, boy?"