The Spinning Top Stops, and That Is Reality

"Can't they just focus on making their games? Making movies was one thing, but now they want to build a theme park too?" At Disney headquarters, Mike's face had completely fallen.

His golden beard puffed up from the air blowing out of his nostrils, while the mustache above his lips trembled continuously.

The headquarters conference room was packed with executives of every rank around the round table.

"Mike, aren't you being a little too hasty? A small theme park opening for the first time can't possibly shake a business built over a hundred years." Even though Sprout had already made a name for itself, they still did not believe it could threaten their position.

Over the years, all kinds of parks—Happy Valley and newly built children's amusement venues with their own special themes—had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain.

"Did any of them matter?" someone in the corner mocked. Everyone turned to look. William sat there, spinning a thumb-sized golden top between his fingers.

With a light twist of his fingers, the top spun rapidly on the tabletop, balanced on a single point.

After that initial force ran out, the golden top received no further push. Its speed quickly slowed, and after wobbling twice, it came to a stop.

Clack—

The golden top lost its momentum and fell crookedly onto the table.

"So, you see? The spinning top stopped. This is reality." William picked up the little top again and twisted it with his fingers, setting it spinning once more.

Each spin lasted only a short while. If the spinning top brushed against even the slightest object, it would stumble to a stop.

They had not secured their current position as the dominant force through IP alone. They also relied on the recognition they had planted in people's minds