"It's an offer you can't refuse. Who would not to wish to be the man in charge of Ankh-Morpork's Royal Mint
and the bank next door? It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, the life is not necessarily
for long. The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire. There's something nameless in the cellar (and the cellar itself
is pretty nameless). It turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. A 300 year old wizard is after his girlfriend, he's
about to be exposed as a fraud, but the Assassins Guild might get him first. In fact lot of people want him dead. Oh. And
every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. What he should be doing is ...Making
Money!"
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A section was read by Pratchett at the 2006 Discworld Convention, in which the Patrician persuades Moist (bored now that
the Post Office is a success) to take over the Mint, and Moist's subsequent encounter with the major shareholder of the Royal
Bank of Ankh-Morpork.
.....the number between 7 and 9.....
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