Tai laughed. "On the contrary, I get thanked after each delivery, plus a request for something else. Natives are the same everywhere. Just suckers, waiting to be trimmed!"
"I don't want to get into any trouble over this!" Veux looked dubious.
Tai refilled the glasses. "Well, our business charter says we must fill and deliver any legitimate order we get!"
"If it's legitimate!" Veux studied the deep ruby of his drink. "Which of our colonies is it?"
Tai hesitated slightly. "It's not one of our colonies. The orders are from subsystem CQ!"
"What!" Veux's eyes flashed. "You know we're not supposed to have any contact at all with them! They're under official observation!"
"Don't worry, don't worry." Tai's voice exuded confidence. "No one can prove we've broken a single law."
"I don't understand."
Tai's expression was one of exaggerated innocence. "Everything is automatic. Radio orders for goods are received, translated and filled, with robot delivery." He winked at his partner. "How can anyone prove I ever bothered to check the source?"
"But the profit? What do you trade?"