On the seat.
The elder fell into contemplation, pondering the issue.
First.
Why was Gitti pursuing this?
Second.
What benefits could he gain? He didn't particularly like or dislike the Euro. But from a position standpoint, the Euro was indeed a rival to the dollar.
Therefore.
If the price was right, it wouldn't hurt to consider helping.
After a moment.
He looked up:
"May I ask, what is the reason?"
"For fun."
Gitti's lips curved into a beautiful arc. If young men saw it, they might get excited, but the elder, being half in the grave, maintained his composure.
What he saw seemed like a devilish smile.
Just somewhat speechless.
For fun?
Isn't it too frivolous to challenge the Euro for such a reason? Yet, thinking of Gitti's current 'identity,' with some strange hobbies.
It's not entirely absurd.
Forget it.
Let's believe it for now!
"Then, what can our family gain from this?" The elder stared at Gitti.
Upon hearing.
Gitti gently sipped her coffee.
"Longevity."
