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votes to pass it."

"So Labor gets a few jobs. Great." Gus's tone was flat.

"Of course, those loans are designed for those companies who want to spur minority employment."

"Meaning Houseman's damn black industrial parks," finished Gus. "That had to be the fly in the
ointment."

"You can't complain, Gus. Houseman has to use Union construction workers."

"Yeah, maybe. But what companies are going to make this kind of move? Even with subsidized loans?"

"How about Sequoya Northwest for starters? Friend of mine, Murray Weiderhausen, his family owns the
whole glotch. They've been watching Houseman all along. They're ready to put an epoxy plastics plant in
Houseman's Point Ultimate, with all all black staff. The shift from timber to plastics will help them.
Placate the conservationists."

"Graylin, you got more solutions than a damn chemist. What else?"

"Tossed in a couple more economic goodies, mostly to please my boss. Underdeveloped--excuse me,
the rapidly developing--countries can use a cheap house, and exporting Houseman's process will help
Balance of Payments and Balance of Trade. Labor should be happy with extra jobs in the machine tool
and plastics Industries."

George finished the Coke and started on the ice cubes.

"Then I showed your President Weasilin the statistics. Houseman really doesn't have much effect" on
standard homebuilding. He's strictly low income, and he'll be plenty busy with that backlog. Moderate
and high income house construction won't be affected.

"In areas where there has been no low income housing, Houseman will actually increase construction
employment. Your Mr. Weasilin seemed satisfied with that."

"For God's sake, Graylin. Houseman won't stay in low income housing forever."

George sat back. "No, I figure about five years, Gus."

"And then what do you figure?" Gus Bargunn's voice was very, very level.

George leaned forward and smiled. "Why, then I figure he'll take over the rest of the housing market. Or
rather, his techniques will." George pulverized an ice cube with his molars.

"You damn calculating back alley bureaucrat. This agreement you had us sign means that in five years
we'll all be out of work."

George's smile became a wide grin. "If you Union men had gotten in the habit of projecting a little more
into the future, you could have seen that. But you've never looked beyond the end of your next
exorbitant contract to see what was happening in this country.