"Don't worry, bro. I will work for it myself."
"Do you know how much money you need to start a company? Maybe even buy a new place to set it up? I saw your backyard; you're already running out of space for the cars. You'd need to work for years before you'd make enough to get it off the ground."
"I know. I get that," he said, clearly frustrated. "But even so, how could you of all people help me? You're just a student. Are you going to ask your parents to invest?"
"Jacob, I don't want to talk about it right now, but I've made a lot of money on my investments... A LOT of money. I could help with a small investment to get you started—cover the cost of renting a bigger space or buying equipment."
Jacob's eyes wobbled slightly. "Are you for real?" he said nervously. "But, like... what would you want for that?"
"No worries, bro. If you ever get big enough and become a shareholding company, just slide a few shares to me..."
