Seeing that Banzai Happy Stick still hadn't replied, Little Rich Bro was getting a little anxious.
Buy Me Poor: Hey, I know three million is a little low. I can't help it—my last company went under, and this is all the pocket money I have left. If you think it's too little, how about I give you more once my fund pays out next month?
Oh, right.
I've also got an empty office building. I rented it for three years in one go, but the company went under before we'd even been there three months. I can sublet it to you at a low price for an office.
As for commuting to work, let me think...
Banzai Happy Stick: Don't bother thinking! It's not that I think it's too little! Do all you rich guys play games like this? If you can't buy the gold, you just buy the players? Are you planning to keep me and my brothers?
Buy Me Poor: "Keep you" sounds a little weird, but it's unexpectedly fitting. Just think of it as me hiring you to work for me. You'd be free to work whenever you want, with no clocking in.
I'm not trying to tie you to the game and make you my hired muscle. I just want to invest in your treasure-hunting business. Beyond that, I won't interfere with what you do. I'd be perfectly happy as a shareholder who gets "regular dividends."
Money isn't a problem.
Really, as long as you're willing, we can work anything out.
How about coming to visit me in person?
We can talk face-to-face and sign a contract while we're at it.
I'll cover your round-trip airfare. Bring all your brothers along, and we can have a good time together.
Honestly, with Little Rich Bro making an