To See a Dollar
A company owner considers his fortune.
If he had the opportunity, he’d clip the apple. But he looked at the rows in his orchard and the PhDs taking down the genetically modified apples. His company, Awesome Genetics covered a million acres of land across America. From the headquarters in Dover, Delaware, this black billionaire took the time to bring his mind to the forefront and allow his ideas to flow with great fluidity. His billions just represented the concept of him being smart and able to see a dollar in GMOs. He knew what he was doing no matter what room or orchard he found himself.
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