Tommy shrugged, "Such matters are actually very simple, maybe the other party doesn't really need you to manage their money? You should ask Mr. Wealthy, he's the one with the say. From what I understand, he doesn't care if the person managing his assets has experience or not, as long as they meet three criteria, female, under thirty-five, and pretty enough. Based on this, your target clients should be women over forty, widowed or divorced, and as for how to increase their income, you don't need to consider it at all. Use your muscles to impress her, help her spend the money."
"A wrestling agency wants to sign me on as a wrestler," Frank said, ignoring Tommy's teasing as he stood up. "I want to give it a try."
"Listen to your mom, Frank. You're not cut out to be a wrestler; you'll die a gruesome death in the octagon," Kevin was the first to give his opinion. "Because even as a state champion, I didn't become a wrestler, so how can a loser like you even entertain such a thought?"
