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“I suppose that’s how they got rich. Penny pinching, you know-” he looked at his friend knowingly. The other guy had a look of incredulity on his face. “But dude, rich people. Penny pinching for… what is it? He’s already getting five percent off what we give to the market. To shops, dude. Like what the actual fuck? How much more do they want? We won’t starve. I won’t starve. The business might not lose money, but I don't think it’ll make that much either. But who does this guy think he is?” A lull, as the speaker got on his phone, and the other one began kicking rocks on the ground, pockets in his hands. He began to laugh, booming, loud. “Incredible. Look at this.” The message on the phone read, ‘30 bags for 15 days for 2 households should make sense I believe’ “The obnoxiousness, the arrogance. Like who the fuck does this guy think he is? Does he think he’s doing us a solid? Let’s just do the math really quick. Thirty bags for fifteen days, wait, let me see. Here’s the live report. We’ve sold two hundred and fifteen bags in the last five days. Of this particular product. Now that’s not a really high sale, but considering the fact that we got into the market three months ago, and we already have ten percent of the market share, it’s fine. This isn’t an FMCG product anyways. Two hundred and fifteen divided by five is what? That’s forty three bags a day. Now the two households thing, that’s just him honeypotting me. That isn’t even set in stone at this point. I haven’t even spoken to the guy he claims might want to buy feed from us. So, realistically, let’s make that fifteen bags for fifteen days. One bag a day. This is assuming that we give him what he’s claiming, of course, he could be overexaggerating to boost his importance for us. But that’s one bag a day. So two percent increase, roughly. Okay, honestly, that’s not too bad. Considering that, maybe we should give it to him. But we haven’t considered the price factor.” A car rolled by, both stopped talking. The second kicked a small rock, then twirled another around underneath his foot. The sun hid behind some clouds. A motorcycle revved by, the more talkative of the two winced, rather unexpectedly. He wasn’t fond of sounds - that weren’t from his mouth.  “What’s the price factor?” the rock football player asked, rather bored. “Well, we have factored in the prices, but not as of the latest editions. Not the liquid attractant that we’re importing from somewhere to add in this. That will probably bump the price up, and that will very likely mean that at this price, we would be making a loss. There!” he said the triumph in his voice unenthusiastic, having proved the reason they shouldn’t give him the discount, but internally realizing that they probably should. The clouds lulled in the nice summer sky.