Time rewound to that afternoon.
Inside the suite.
Leorio stared at the astronomical price on the computer screen, his face alternating between green and white.
"No."
Leorio slammed his hand on the table.
"I absolutely refuse to sit around and do nothing."
Leorio spoke with absolute conviction.
"Five billion might be an astronomical sum."
"But Yorknew City is full of opportunities."
"The antique markets here are a mixed bag. It's the perfect chance to find a bargain."
Gon leaned over curiously.
"Find a bargain?"
Gon asked.
"How?"
Leorio adjusted his little sunglasses.
He looked shrewd.
"Buy low, sell high. Get it?"
Leorio began sharing his expertise.
"Go to those flea markets and find stall owners who don't know what they've got."
"Buy antiques carrying Nen for the lowest price possible."
"Then resell them at a huge markup to suckers who know their stuff."
Killua walked over with a plate of limited-edition chocolates.
He rolled his eyes at Leorio.
"Old man."
Killua ruthlessly exposed the flaw in his plan.
"Never mind whether you actually know anything about antiques."
"With the startup capital you've got."
"You couldn't even afford a decent fake."
Leorio had been hit where it hurt.
His face flushed red.
He looked at Luo Ye, who was sprawled on the couch eating ice cream.
He rubbed his hands together.
An ingratiating smile spread across his face.
"Boss Luo Ye."
Leorio sidled over.
"About that startup capital..."
Luo Ye didn't even look up.
He leisurely scooped up a spoonful of ice cream.
"I'm not doing it."
Luo Ye's refusal was swift and decisive.
"This sort of struggle for bottom-rung wage slaves."
"Is completely beneath my station."
Luo Ye crossed his legs.
"I'm a legitimate angel investor."
"I only invest in projects with massive returns."
"Like tonight's five-finger shopping spree."
He