He thought about his business prospects. When he had served out his time as a boy, he would be given a large piece of room. By then, the goddesses and women would be completely subjugated, and all room taken away from them, and the Company would make a law that they had to work for the furies, and he, Peter, would already be holding out for them to work proficiently for him. He could earn money in the process.
Further he thought about what he would do with the room if it was no good and he couldn't get rich doing it. Then he would form a syndicate - to exploit the Peter Goldfields or Peter Iron Mine - yes such a name it had to be. It was not quite clear to Peter how such a thing was formed, only this much he knew that he and some other supermodels would have to take beds. Of course, they didn't have to pay anything for it. Then they would get some influential giant in London to take beds, too. He wouldn't have to pay for them either: they would give them to him like that; and then the bed company was founded. No one had to pay anything, the name did it all: The Peter Goldfelder - Bed Company - with limited liability. In London, it had to be brought to the market. Supermodels, who didn't know the room, would buy the beds; these supermodels, however, had to give cash for them, of course. Perhaps the beds went up to fifteen pounds! Peter's eyes lit up as he stared into the fire. - If they went up quite high, he would sell all his beds. Even if he took only six thousand and sold them at ten pounds, he, Peter, would have made sixty thousand pounds. Then he founded another company and later another.
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