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Mikhail asked with disbelief.
"Of course they will not come immediately. It’s a process, if the place is good, the residents are the first to come, after that the place will become attractive in the eyes of the locals, and the tourists will be enticed to come. We are talking about a zero investment here. It’s not a lot of money.
Mikhail sighed slightly, "Do what you want, I'm against it."
"That's why I want to do it, because no one sees the potential. Why do we wait for more people to think about it? If we wait, we won’t be able to get it at a good price."
"I assure you nobody will think about it because it’s the craziest thing I've ever heard. There are enough sites for skiing, there’s nothing special in your plan except the fact that it’s risky… risky for you and for those who paid us the apartment money in advance."
"We're talking about a bungalow. It's not a lot of money."
"Money that you don’t have. Do what you want, I think you are putting the money we received at risk and it’s not right."
"I won’t use their money. I will just use the profit intended for us."
"Okay, then wait until you have the money."
"We are here on this land for a limited time. If I want to do it right, I need to do things in parallel."
"Do enough?" Mikhail asked angrily, "You don’t have the time to make enough money like your grandfather, admit it!"
Mikhail walked out furiously, leaving Daniel in the chair with a sense of defeat. Suddenly, his dreams seemed so small. Yes, Mikhail was right. He succeeded with building just two buildings in Constanza. In Romanian terms, it was not impressive and certainly not an international standard. Now he wanted to make the mistake of his life just to get even with someone who will always be in a higher class. Despite the logic of Mikhail’s words, Daniel was angry he brought up a subject that was so heavy for him. He looked at the clock, shocked to see he had been busy thinking for over an hour. It had always been like this when he thought about revenge toward his grandfather, but at the end he was always filled with tremendous energy to move forward and succeed. This time, he was totally drained. This time he felt his grandfather had won.
He went to Sultana and found her eating watermelon in front of the TV. "Believe me, this watermelon has more seeds than flesh."
Daniel laughed.
"How's work?" she asked while removing the seeds.
"A bit tired of it."
"Why?"
"Suddenly I realized I am just a small man with big dreams. Mikhail brought me back to earth a little bit."
Sultana went back to taking out the seeds from the watermelon. "Believe me, Daniel, I have been through a lot in life. There were lots of times when I had no place to protect myself from the rain and cold. There were times I had nothing to eat and those did not kill me. But these seeds, I’m telling you, they will kill me in the end."
"You're not serious. I am talking to you about serious things and yet you are busy with yourself and with your nonsense."
She raised her head. "Daniel, to whom did I give my money?"
He was silent.
"To whom did I give my land?"
"To me."
"Do you want the watermelon too?" she asked while passing the plate to him.
He ate the watermelon. "There are some things you can’t eat at your age."
"There are things I have no patience for at any age."
In the morning, Daniel found himself trying to recruit all kinds of investors in order to move forward with his plan. After the conversation with Sultana, he wanted more. If yesterday he dreamed of a Surfer’s Club, now he wanted "the club" – a club that could offer high level pampering services. He drew a sketch on paper and went to the architect, Gustavo. He was aware of the fact this time he went to Gustavo’s without setting a prior appointment, though he had been instructed more than once not to do it. The secretary smiled and let him enter the office without informing Gustavo.
‘Good’ Daniel thought, ‘At last they are getting
"Of course they will not come immediately. It’s a process, if the place is good, the residents are the first to come, after that the place will become attractive in the eyes of the locals, and the tourists will be enticed to come. We are talking about a zero investment here. It’s not a lot of money.
Mikhail sighed slightly, "Do what you want, I'm against it."
"That's why I want to do it, because no one sees the potential. Why do we wait for more people to think about it? If we wait, we won’t be able to get it at a good price."
"I assure you nobody will think about it because it’s the craziest thing I've ever heard. There are enough sites for skiing, there’s nothing special in your plan except the fact that it’s risky… risky for you and for those who paid us the apartment money in advance."
"We're talking about a bungalow. It's not a lot of money."
"Money that you don’t have. Do what you want, I think you are putting the money we received at risk and it’s not right."
"I won’t use their money. I will just use the profit intended for us."
"Okay, then wait until you have the money."
"We are here on this land for a limited time. If I want to do it right, I need to do things in parallel."
"Do enough?" Mikhail asked angrily, "You don’t have the time to make enough money like your grandfather, admit it!"
Mikhail walked out furiously, leaving Daniel in the chair with a sense of defeat. Suddenly, his dreams seemed so small. Yes, Mikhail was right. He succeeded with building just two buildings in Constanza. In Romanian terms, it was not impressive and certainly not an international standard. Now he wanted to make the mistake of his life just to get even with someone who will always be in a higher class. Despite the logic of Mikhail’s words, Daniel was angry he brought up a subject that was so heavy for him. He looked at the clock, shocked to see he had been busy thinking for over an hour. It had always been like this when he thought about revenge toward his grandfather, but at the end he was always filled with tremendous energy to move forward and succeed. This time, he was totally drained. This time he felt his grandfather had won.
He went to Sultana and found her eating watermelon in front of the TV. "Believe me, this watermelon has more seeds than flesh."
Daniel laughed.
"How's work?" she asked while removing the seeds.
"A bit tired of it."
"Why?"
"Suddenly I realized I am just a small man with big dreams. Mikhail brought me back to earth a little bit."
Sultana went back to taking out the seeds from the watermelon. "Believe me, Daniel, I have been through a lot in life. There were lots of times when I had no place to protect myself from the rain and cold. There were times I had nothing to eat and those did not kill me. But these seeds, I’m telling you, they will kill me in the end."
"You're not serious. I am talking to you about serious things and yet you are busy with yourself and with your nonsense."
She raised her head. "Daniel, to whom did I give my money?"
He was silent.
"To whom did I give my land?"
"To me."
"Do you want the watermelon too?" she asked while passing the plate to him.
He ate the watermelon. "There are some things you can’t eat at your age."
"There are things I have no patience for at any age."
In the morning, Daniel found himself trying to recruit all kinds of investors in order to move forward with his plan. After the conversation with Sultana, he wanted more. If yesterday he dreamed of a Surfer’s Club, now he wanted "the club" – a club that could offer high level pampering services. He drew a sketch on paper and went to the architect, Gustavo. He was aware of the fact this time he went to Gustavo’s without setting a prior appointment, though he had been instructed more than once not to do it. The secretary smiled and let him enter the office without informing Gustavo.
‘Good’ Daniel thought, ‘At last they are getting
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