| Generated by Google Flow text-to-video AI software, powered by Veo 3 |
I was the man who originally owned the hotel. I was told by a reputable source
that the area was primed for rapid development in the coming years, and I
wanted to get in on the ground floor. I spent a great deal of money on the
construction, and in fact, too much. You see, in the construction game,
cutting corners and handing out bribes are common practices. I had seen it in
the industry before, and I wanted nothing to do with it. I did everything by
the book. It cost me a lot more, and it took me a lot longer to complete the
project, but it was something that I was proud of when it was done. I was
proud of myself. Unfortunately, I was not the only one trying to make
it big in the area, and they were all given false information too. I’m not
sure who profited from the lie, but it was quite a believable one, for we all
reinforced each other’s presumptions. If someone tells you there’s a great
party in the house down the street, and they tell a hundred other people the
same thing, and all those people go to the party expecting there to be a lot
of people there, well...they found exactly what they expected, didn’t they? So
I and the other developers took each other’s presence as proof that we were
doing the right thing. The problem was, the interest really wasn’t there. It
was the residential sector that didn’t support the vision. No one wanted to
come this far out in the middle of nowhere Kansas. A few places survived, but
most of us fell apart. I needed to at least make some of my money back,
and I found it. Mr. Tipton paid me $11 million for my property. It was a hell
of a lot less than I put into it, but a fair price for what the area had
succumbed to. What came next, no one could have predicted. Landis Tipton had a
monopoly on miracle cures that actually worked. Thousands a day flocked here
to benefit. Too many came, in fact, and they all needed to eat, and
shop for other things. The Foundation revitalized the area, and put some of my
compatriots back in the black. He saved it, and from there, a brand new town
was born. It is not mine anymore, which I find a little sad. Looking back, had
I known what it would become, I might have asked to be Mr. Tipton’s landlord
instead, so I could profit. But alas, the reason they raised so much capital
in the beginning was because they wanted total control over their dream, and I
would have been in the way of that regardless of my own prognostications. I
played one small part in the journey that we have been on for the last five
years, and have found a way to be satisfied with that. At least I did not
stand in his way.
No comments:
Post a Comment