"This is the kid who asked for me Oz?"
"Yes, and I do believe you'll find this meeting extremely useful."
"I'm not sure what business you'd have with me Christopher, but I'm a busy man so please make it quick."
"... how much hard-light dust does the Atlas Military currently have General?"
"... how do you know about that?"
"Simple. I have some."
"What?! Do you know how rare it is?"
"I do, which is why I'm going to give you some."
"... what?"
At that, he pulls out thirty Crystals.
"..."
The entire room is gaping, even Ozpin.
"Oh, by the way did I mention that I have a few thousand more regular dust crystals?"
"How?"
"Quite simple really. My semblance is bullshit."
...
...
"How much?"
"For...?"
"How much do you want for the crystals?"
"Oh, I trust you'd know the answer to that question better than I would James. The question you should be asking, is how many you want me to pull out?"
...
"... everything you're willing to give."
"I believe this will be the start of a very productive partnership."
And so, they shook hands and made a deal.
Timeskip
"Well, now that you're richer than Oum, what say you buy your ol' uncle Qrow a few bottles?"
"Is that what this is about? You're adopting me to get my wealth? That hurts my feelings you know..."
"What! No I'm... oh you sneaky little, stop messing with me."
"Seeing you panic is hilarious though, I can mess with you all day."
"Agree to disagree. If you wanna mess with anyone, mess with Oz. His reactions to the shit you do is hilarious!" Qrow chuckled, remembering his face at the Ironwood meeting.
"To be fair, nobody walks into a meeting with a kid expecting the kid to be a salesman selling him enough dust to arm most of the military academy for the next few years." shrugging at that truth.
"You're certainly a weird one, glad it's the good kind though. My nieces are either gonna love or hate you, with all the shit you pull out of your ass."
"Nieces? Is that why you wanted me to call you 'Uncle' Qrow?"
"Yeah, it'd be weird if I heard dad after only hearing uncle since the two of them could speak. Besides, I'm like your cool, womanizer older brother."
"Add alcoholic and borderline suicidal, and that list is half right."
"Aw, you wound me. I'm at least cool aren't I?"
"That's not exactly the word I was thinking of."
"I can't win with you kid... but it's fine. I've got plenty of time to convince you."
"... so when are we meeting your nieces?"
"In about five minutes."
"Knew that's why you brought them up you prick. Fuck socializing."