Albert looked up at him, "Is it?"
Ryan nodded again, "Yes! It's almost the price of playing with a top player."
Ryan hadn't watched the tournament. After all, it was just a small project sponsored by the company. As Pearson's assistant, he was still swamped and didn't have time for such small fry. The champion of such a small game wasn't going to be a chess master. How dare she ask for the price of a professional chess player?
Pearson thought and said, "So you think one hundred dollars is a lot. Well, I give you 200,000 dollars a year, is that also too much?"
Ryan immediately shook his head," Mr. Pearson, I'm wrong. One hundred dollars is not much! It's a small price to pay, a very small price!"