"Money!" the Ambassador exclaimed, "All you Earthmen think about is money!" He leaned over Jerry's desk. "What if you could reposit the money—the gold, that is—without all the work you have to put into entertaining these tourists?"
"Hmm," Jerry said, thinking of his date for that evening, and other equally lovely tourists. "Money isn't the only thing in life. And don't forget the income tax. I've got to have some deductible expenses."
"Knowing you, I'd bet you could figure out some way of handling that little detail."
"What's your proposition?"
"Two years ago, you came to my office, wanting to import Matter Repositors. I told you Earth's civilization wasn't ready for them."
"We still aren't, according to what you say about our avaricious instincts."
"No, you're not. But you have methods of manipulating public opinion and attitudes that are far more advanced than those found on other planets."
"So you admit that Earth is advanced in something!" Jerry said happily.
"How would you like to have the name of Jerry Jergins go down in your history as the originator of the most significant public-relations campaign ever undertaken on this planet?" the Ambassador asked, temptingly. "You can handle it, if any man on Earth can."
"Softsoaping me again! What's the campaign? I'll listen to it, but I don't know whether I'll buy it."