Summary

Sylvia Jacobs The Pilot and the Bushman

In return for ceasing this tourist promotion, I'm offering you the invention that obsolesces all others—the Matter Repositor!"
Jerry stood up and placed the palms of his hands flat on his desk. "I told you that you'd learn something in our primitive jungle, Mr. Ambassador. Well, this is it. We may be mechanical morons, according to your standards, but we naked savages can produce anything we need. Since we've corrected the misconception that what Earth produces isn't good enough for Earthmen, and whipped up a tourist trade, business is booming.
Source: Gutenberg

Sylvia Jacobs The Pilot and the Bushman

Earth is already clamoring for their goods. To establish a medium of exchange, we'd have to run simultaneous campaigns, promoting Earth merchandise on other planets."
"That would be difficult, even for a man of your promotional ability," the Ambassador said winningly. "You see, Earth is the only planet we've yet discovered where advertising—or promotion, to use the broader term—exists as a social and economic force."
"How in hell can anybody do business without it?" Jerry demanded.
Source: Gutenberg

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