Candy
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When Isaiah explained his idea of \u200b\u200bthe heroes of the village, they showed its strong opposition to such, in his opinion, crazy business. Will investing millions to create a sour candy factory? Does the young Isaiah, son of Torcuato Gómez Honrubia respected engineer, had finally lost your mind? The forces of the famous and very loyal Garandaz villa de la Torre repeatedly urged him to follow the example of his father, to focus their efforts on projects that serve the welfare of the community and the envy of neighboring towns, instead of wasting time with nonsense like that day he proposed.
The young entrepreneur, far from being discouraged, he realized bitterly that his dream could never be realized on earth where he was born, which would wither locked in the straitjacket of an archaic and shortsighted thinking, unable to comprehend the new course of time. Thus, Isaiah made the bag, grabbed the folder containing all the documentation relating to the project and left never to return.
Nothing was known for years the fate of the wayward eldest son of the engineering Gómez Honrubia, until one fine day, after dinner, one of the mayors showed pundits coffee daily news of economic The rooms of the nation : "Isaiah G. Honrubia, one of the largest fortunes of the container." To astonishment of all present, the news was seen accompanied by a photo showing, dressed in elegant frock coat, the young Isaiah, caught the arm of a Nordic-looking hussy.
Indeed, Isaiah had seen his dream fulfilled. An astute businessman who understood the business fat was to sell candy bitter to large segments of the population surplus sweetener in their lives and was associated with it, funding the first of a long series of factories around the wide world. The bitter sweets were a resounding success in golf clubs in luxury brothels in its parties on the yachts of billionaires, in the singers' dressing rooms of time and of course, between the no small flock of imitators postmodern snobs elite.
If the factory had been built in the town, its people have benefited from the deal of the century. Surely more than one thought about this while reading the business achievement of young Isaiah. Surely more than one thought that the factory had been built there would be so so happy to consume sour candies by the dozen.
When Isaiah explained his idea of \u200b\u200bthe heroes of the village, they showed its strong opposition to such, in his opinion, crazy business. Will investing millions to create a sour candy factory? Does the young Isaiah, son of Torcuato Gómez Honrubia respected engineer, had finally lost your mind? The forces of the famous and very loyal Garandaz villa de la Torre repeatedly urged him to follow the example of his father, to focus their efforts on projects that serve the welfare of the community and the envy of neighboring towns, instead of wasting time with nonsense like that day he proposed.
The young entrepreneur, far from being discouraged, he realized bitterly that his dream could never be realized on earth where he was born, which would wither locked in the straitjacket of an archaic and shortsighted thinking, unable to comprehend the new course of time. Thus, Isaiah made the bag, grabbed the folder containing all the documentation relating to the project and left never to return.
Nothing was known for years the fate of the wayward eldest son of the engineering Gómez Honrubia, until one fine day, after dinner, one of the mayors showed pundits coffee daily news of economic The rooms of the nation : "Isaiah G. Honrubia, one of the largest fortunes of the container." To astonishment of all present, the news was seen accompanied by a photo showing, dressed in elegant frock coat, the young Isaiah, caught the arm of a Nordic-looking hussy.
Indeed, Isaiah had seen his dream fulfilled. An astute businessman who understood the business fat was to sell candy bitter to large segments of the population surplus sweetener in their lives and was associated with it, funding the first of a long series of factories around the wide world. The bitter sweets were a resounding success in golf clubs in luxury brothels in its parties on the yachts of billionaires, in the singers' dressing rooms of time and of course, between the no small flock of imitators postmodern snobs elite.
If the factory had been built in the town, its people have benefited from the deal of the century. Surely more than one thought about this while reading the business achievement of young Isaiah. Surely more than one thought that the factory had been built there would be so so happy to consume sour candies by the dozen.
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