'Such as?'
'It depends on the current state of the construction, the state of the world stock market by the time of the IPO, the IPO volume and its prospects, — you see, LSV can act as an underwriter and get a profit selling securities but prices may go down after the IPO and then LSV will incur all the losses. It is also important what kind of securities it will be, stocks, bonds, or derivatives.
'Bonds would be better,' Kissur said.
'Why?'
'You said it yourself — if anybody buys stocks, he also buys the company. What if somebody buys the spaceport? All these… trying to worm their way in here…'
Bemish choked a bit, but it was probably caused by the unusual taste of jellyfish.
'Tell me more about the company,' Kissur demanded.
The Assalah Company was founded four years ago for the construction and the industrial usage of a spaceport with a twenty five square mile landing area that could potentially be increased. 15 square miles of peasant communal land was appropriated for the construction. The company issued six hundred forty million stocks with a nominal price of one hundred isheviks each. The state kept 65 % of the stocks and the management received five percent. The community peasants got about seven percent. Instead of getting cash for the appropriated lands, these people obtained a partnership in the future construction. Fifteen percent of stocks was sold via the over-the-counter market.
The construction was going along rapidly; the stocks were pretty high up and their price reached three thousand isheviks or eighteen Galactic dinars on the stock exchange. Then the director embezzled too much and a scandal burst; it became apparent that only one third of planned construction had been accomplished, the market crashed, almost all of upper managers were arrested, the workers scurried away picking up everything that the managers hadn't stolen yet; the construction halted on its own volition and never started up again. Shavash was appointed the head of the company, though I think that he had originally been on the Board of Directors.
'That's simple,' Kissur said, 'if Shavash was on the Board to begin with, it means that he quarreled with his colleagues and had them imprisoned.'
'I don't know,' Bemish said, 'you see, this kind of stuff would not be included in IPO prospects. Shavash tried to set up an international IPO and he got in touch with 'Merrill Roberto Darnhem.' He almost pulled it off but the investors refused to undersign the issue in the end.'
'Why?'
'Because,' Bemish gleefully explained, 'a rebellion or something the government considered a rebellion happened in Chakhar that month, and a certain Kissur led his tanks among other things through the production facilities of a soft beverage joint corporation, squashing under his tracks a manager named Rodger Gernis. After this little trip, the securities of six Weian companies that had passed the international certification plunged down and bruised themselves and nobody wanted to talk about a new IPO. Didn't you know about it?'
Kissur twirled his head thoughtfully.
'I've heard something about it,' he said, 'but I don't see anything wrong if your sharks don't eat our carp.'
'Your carp won't get smarter if nobody swallows it.'
Kissur raised his head and looked thoughtfully at Bemish. His jaws moved powerfully, crunching the jellyfish like it was not a jellyfish but at least a lamb bone.
'That's well said, financier, ' Kissur mentioned, 'it's frank, at least. Do you own a construction company?'
'More or less.'
'What kind of construction?'
'It makes automated doors for monorail subway cars.'
Kissur pondered. He was evidently trying to figure out the relationship between the automated doors and the Assalah spacefield and he just could not fathom it.
'Have you inherited it from your father?' Kissur asked.
'No, I bought it a year ago.'
'Why?'
'To use it as a tool to acquire a bigger company.'
This statement was more frank and even scandalous compared to the previous one about the carp. It would make the Galactic Reserve bureaucrat twitch but Kissur clearly didn't care.
Kissur poured Bemish palm wine and they drank a mug and then another one.
'What's so special about you, director?' Kissur asked suddenly.
Bemish was silent for a moment. He wouldn't mind having Kissur as an ally. He realized that Kissur detested everything to do with Earthmen and their money and he couldn't predict the Kissur's reaction to his next statement.
'Most general directors,' Bemish delivered, 'slowly climb up the corporate ladder, play golf with their equals and charge their own companies for the their cats' space travels. They won't let me play golf with them. They call me and my likes corporate raiders. We don't play by the rules. We buy companies and fire ineffective management. We buy companies with other people's money and pay off loans by selling half of what we bought.'
Kissur sipped wine. He didn't care a fig that the Securities and Stocks Committee was now discussing the legal issues of corporate raiders' actions yet again, and that Terence Bemish's name was often being mentioned in not the most favorable way.
'So,' Kissur said, 'the Assalah spacefield. It's in Chakhar, at the border with the capital region… They grow great grapes in Assalah… Isn't one hole in the sky enough for Chakhar?'
'No,' Bemish said, 'one hole in the sky appears not to be enough. It was also supposed to be a temporary hole built in a swamp. The Chakhar capital becomes as inaccessible in the rainy season, as a marsh village during a flood. The landing blocks grow wet mildew and the spaceships hang out there in space and charge so much for the delays, that cost as much as ten spacefields or one palace. '
'How horrible!' Kissur exclaimed.
'Didn't you know that?'
'I am not a shopkeeper,' the ex-first minister of the Empire was offended, 'everybody, interested in this, starts giving bribes or making money sooner or later.'
He was silent for a moment and then added, 'so did you come to Shavash about this… hole in the sky? How much did he ask?' Bemish grinned savagely.
'I am not in the habit of giving anything to the management of the companies acquired by me accept for a kick in the butt. Assalah will be sold on an investment auction. I will win this auction and that's it.'
Kissur's blue eyes bored in the Earthman sitting in from of him. 'Something is funky here, 'Kissur thought. 'Either the Earthman is afraid to confess about the bribe or Shavash is going to get foxy on him. One of them is lying to me and I'll rub an onion in his eyes.
Bemish drove away in an unknown direction. Stephen Welsey shaved, took a shower, ate breakfast, prepared related papers, visited an official named Ishmik, who was connected to the state archive, where the financial documentation of the Assalah company's previous stage was stored accordingly to the Empire laws.
Next to the gates covered with silver curls and golden feathers, two guards squatted and shelled earth nuts.
'Is it Mr. Ishmik's house?' Welsey asked in Interenglish, slowing down and sticking his head out of the car.
'Yep,' one guard answered.
Welsey got out of the car and barely stepped on a white sand path.
'Where are the gifts?' the guard said.
'What gifts?' Welsey was astonished.
'Gifts so that we announced you to Mr. Ishmik.'
Welsey got back in the car, turned around and left. Five minutes passed by. The guards still sat shelling the earth nuts and looked thoughtfully at the empty road.
