"You'd be surprised how many would benefit from that." It's a light grumble on his part, though he manages to hold back any further rants on the subject. Not repeating past mistakes was always a theme he had to drill into his students, but it's been years since he's had to give that lecture.
He steps closer to grab a piece of cheese for himself and eyes Mark with bemusement. Clearly leaving them here to chat had been part of some sisterly plan if Delia had the foresight to leave snacks.
"You've never had scholars for hire in the Whole? Where everything has a price?"
"Tutors," Mark answers, his lips twisting very slightly. He'd had tutors aplenty, oh yes, teaching him to read, teaching him about Barrayar and its history, teaching him proper decorum...He grabs a piece of cheese between thumb and forefinger, a decades-late rebuffing of their lessons. "And the universities there, obviously, for-profit. Don't know if they have 'em like I'm imagining them, local business consultants. Obviously. Vasa Luigi didn't exactly let me have an inside look at his business plans."
His lips turn up in a wry, dark smile.
"Jacksonians tend to be a little bit more excited about destroying history, rather than preserving it."
Ser Galen would spend all his resources on tutors and whatever other torments he needed to simulate the true Miles Vorkosigan experience. The black thought passes quickly. They both have skeletons in the closet that don't need to be stirred up over cheese and alcohol. Well, maybe the alcohol.
"Blood feuds are bad for business, but the market value for consultant historians is poor," he remarks dryly and waves down at himself. "Hence my current employment."
The situation between him and Galeni is way too awkward for Mark to ever be able to laugh at him. And Galeni is too damn unreadable and weird for Mark to know when he's joking, so he can't know if laughing would mean he'd be laughing with him. So Mark just sort of stares for a moment, and then clears his throat and wanders over to get himself a little more port.
"Uh," he pronounces, very eloquently, very intelligently. "I thought this job was your passion." Which is, of course, going to sound really stupid if hence my current employment was a joke, which it probably is, but...Y'know. Better to sound a little stupid than to have Galeni challenge him to a duel over some offense. Because if anyone currently on Barrayar is going to go around challenging people to duels, it's going to be Galeni, isn't it. He has the unfortunate dual qualities of being bloodthirsty enough for it and being a historian, so he'd actually know how to go about it.
It had been a joke, in Duv's dry, humorless sounding way. A fact Delia has pointed out to him more than once. She really was better in awkward social situations than he, a point in favor to his previous comments about how wonderful a hostess she'd be should his career go as he plans. Where is Delia anyway?
"It is." He busies himself with pouring his own drink of scotch to sip, an action that takes a moment. A long enough one to hopefully let them slide right past that.
"What business ventures are you conducting on Komarr?" he asks, maintaining a tone of politeness. Besides interjecting himself into cross-family feuds.
Business...Yeah. Talking business. That's good. Even if it's Komarran business...But at least Mark feels on firmer footing there. Plus it honestly could be useful to get Galeni's perspective. Galeni knows Komarr quite a lot better than Mark knows Komarr - truthfully, Mark had found the planet immensely confusing, given how little it resembled the planet of Ser Galen's fevered propaganda. And so getting his perspective on a business could be good...
"Biomed equipment manufacturing," he says. "The tariffs for shipping that sort of equipment through Komarran space is high, to say the least. The tarriffs for exporting that equipment are quite a lot lower. So I'm looking to import materials to Komarr, manufacture there, and export. It'll bring down my margins on my other enterprises considerably, to say nothing of the profit I'll turn just by selling to other facilities." He grimaces. "The problem we're having is in finding a site."
Real estate. That would be the major hitch to any business start-up on Komarr. The domes make any space within highly desirable and if Mark needs it for manufacturing... Well, Mark might be looking for a long time for a space adequate enough if he isn't careful. He idly swirls his glass as he considers his broth--acquaintance's problem.
"If you're able to cover shipping costs between domes, you could have better luck in one without a spaceport attached," he says after a moment. However much that might cut into the projected profits. "Not many businesses are willing to go out that far. Are you searching for a place already equipped?"
He shakes his head. "All we need is the location. We want to build from the ground up, according to our specs. The equipment we're going to be producing is the best," he says, with rather pardonable pride. "So it won't just be some repurposed facility.
"And we had a location," he says, pride giving way to frustration. "A good one. In Solstice Dome - a cluster of old buildings that Mondavi was looking to tear down anyways. But it was blocked by the Solstice ruling council. A measure led by Cabot." Mark grimaces, and diverts some measure of attention to settling Killer. That's just what no one needs - another Councilor murdered by another Vorkosigan. Imagine explaining that one to his father.
"That's why I like business much better than politics. At least in business people forget old grudges if it means more money in the future."
What was the old business adage? Location, location, location. Solstice Dome would have been perfect for business purposes, but the mention of 'old buildings' has him internally grateful that the council still had their heads on straight. He manages to resist the urge to ask exactly what kind of history Mark had been attempting to mow down in the name of profits. The decision has already been made and he doubts the council will be swayed to revisit it. Thankfully.
"Ah, in that respect we're not too different from those in the Whole," he says, tone almost as if he's trying to lead a student down a particular path of thought. How much insider information on a competitor was Cabot gaining in this potential alliance?
"Did you look into Cabot's other business ventures?"
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Date: 1 Mar 2016 02:52 (UTC)He steps closer to grab a piece of cheese for himself and eyes Mark with bemusement. Clearly leaving them here to chat had been part of some sisterly plan if Delia had the foresight to leave snacks.
"You've never had scholars for hire in the Whole? Where everything has a price?"
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Date: 1 Mar 2016 03:12 (UTC)His lips turn up in a wry, dark smile.
"Jacksonians tend to be a little bit more excited about destroying history, rather than preserving it."
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Date: 1 Mar 2016 03:52 (UTC)"Blood feuds are bad for business, but the market value for consultant historians is poor," he remarks dryly and waves down at himself. "Hence my current employment."
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Date: 1 Mar 2016 14:27 (UTC)"Uh," he pronounces, very eloquently, very intelligently. "I thought this job was your passion." Which is, of course, going to sound really stupid if hence my current employment was a joke, which it probably is, but...Y'know. Better to sound a little stupid than to have Galeni challenge him to a duel over some offense. Because if anyone currently on Barrayar is going to go around challenging people to duels, it's going to be Galeni, isn't it. He has the unfortunate dual qualities of being bloodthirsty enough for it and being a historian, so he'd actually know how to go about it.
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Date: 1 Mar 2016 16:50 (UTC)"It is." He busies himself with pouring his own drink of scotch to sip, an action that takes a moment. A long enough one to hopefully let them slide right past that.
"What business ventures are you conducting on Komarr?" he asks, maintaining a tone of politeness. Besides interjecting himself into cross-family feuds.
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Date: 2 Mar 2016 15:41 (UTC)"Biomed equipment manufacturing," he says. "The tariffs for shipping that sort of equipment through Komarran space is high, to say the least. The tarriffs for exporting that equipment are quite a lot lower. So I'm looking to import materials to Komarr, manufacture there, and export. It'll bring down my margins on my other enterprises considerably, to say nothing of the profit I'll turn just by selling to other facilities." He grimaces. "The problem we're having is in finding a site."
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Date: 2 Mar 2016 18:32 (UTC)"If you're able to cover shipping costs between domes, you could have better luck in one without a spaceport attached," he says after a moment. However much that might cut into the projected profits. "Not many businesses are willing to go out that far. Are you searching for a place already equipped?"
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Date: 3 Mar 2016 01:13 (UTC)"And we had a location," he says, pride giving way to frustration. "A good one. In Solstice Dome - a cluster of old buildings that Mondavi was looking to tear down anyways. But it was blocked by the Solstice ruling council. A measure led by Cabot." Mark grimaces, and diverts some measure of attention to settling Killer. That's just what no one needs - another Councilor murdered by another Vorkosigan. Imagine explaining that one to his father.
"That's why I like business much better than politics. At least in business people forget old grudges if it means more money in the future."
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Date: 3 Mar 2016 01:49 (UTC)"Ah, in that respect we're not too different from those in the Whole," he says, tone almost as if he's trying to lead a student down a particular path of thought. How much insider information on a competitor was Cabot gaining in this potential alliance?
"Did you look into Cabot's other business ventures?"