[ Maurtia Falls. Jesse files that piece of info away in his mind. ]
I'm sure it is. [ Replied with simple acknowledgement, no bragging but no downplaying it, either. He's not surprised the product has cornered the market, especially knowing how well he himself can cook it. 96.1% purity. (Jesse is not yet aware that Kavinsky is actually the one manufacturing right now.) Mr. White's product is top quality, and would be top quality no matter where it sells.
But it does have Jesse thinking... If this kid moving two ounces a week, that means there are many others out there likely moving about the same. Which means either he cooked a huge batch that's lasted all this time to distribute... or someone else is manufacturing. Knowing how fast this product sells, Jesse is hinging his bets on the latter. Which makes him... well. Uneasy. Because if there's someone else cooking, who the hell is it?
He shifts on the seat, facing Mickey a little more. ]
Tell you what. I'm gonna need a guy I can trust to help me iron out the details. Figure out who's who, where our turf is, who distributing, that kinda thing. Just so I can get a handle on the situation. Think you'd be the kinda guy I could trust with that kind of responsibility?
[ Jesse does a very Gus thing of peering straight into Mickey's eyes, like he's needling Mickey's soul while also seeming to appeal to him, figuring him out, putting him on the spot. Observing him closely. ]
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I'm sure it is. [ Replied with simple acknowledgement, no bragging but no downplaying it, either. He's not surprised the product has cornered the market, especially knowing how well he himself can cook it. 96.1% purity. (Jesse is not yet aware that Kavinsky is actually the one manufacturing right now.) Mr. White's product is top quality, and would be top quality no matter where it sells.
But it does have Jesse thinking... If this kid moving two ounces a week, that means there are many others out there likely moving about the same. Which means either he cooked a huge batch that's lasted all this time to distribute... or someone else is manufacturing. Knowing how fast this product sells, Jesse is hinging his bets on the latter. Which makes him... well. Uneasy. Because if there's someone else cooking, who the hell is it?
He shifts on the seat, facing Mickey a little more. ]
Tell you what. I'm gonna need a guy I can trust to help me iron out the details. Figure out who's who, where our turf is, who distributing, that kinda thing. Just so I can get a handle on the situation. Think you'd be the kinda guy I could trust with that kind of responsibility?
[ Jesse does a very Gus thing of peering straight into Mickey's eyes, like he's needling Mickey's soul while also seeming to appeal to him, figuring him out, putting him on the spot. Observing him closely. ]