Villagers Scorned My Millions; I Invested Elsewhere, They Regretted It

I had ten million dollars in hand, and I'd come to Brightvale for the investment aid summit. I was in the middle of my speech when Curtis Mason, one of the resident representatives, suddenly stepped up and snatched the microphone right out of my hand. "Mr. Johnson, you talk a real pretty game. All this about investing to help us, when really you've just got your eye on our land so it can make you rich." "If you ask me, if you genuinely want to help us, why not just split the ten million among us? No need to bother with some project."