“So, you’re going to say yes, right?”

Marla, Frank’s daughter, was pushing him hard.

“Well, I’m not sure. I don’t know in detail how blockchain design is developing. And I’d have to travel back and forth to New York City every week.”

“For $600,000 you can’t spend a few hours a week on a train or plane? And those options could end up being worth millions.”

“Sure. But what would I use the money for? I don’t spend everything I make now.”

He had her there. Other than a new and faster laptop, Marla couldn’t think of anything her father would be likely to buy. It certainly wouldn’t be new clothes.

 

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