The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. What's worth doing is worth doing for money.
You're walking around blind without a cane, pal. A fool and his money are lucky enough to get together in the first place.

The richest one percent of this universe owns half our wealth, trillions of ISK. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons and what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It's bullshit. You got ninety percent of the public out there with little or no net worth. I create nothing. I own. We make the rules, pal. The news, war, peace, famine, upheaval, the price of a paper clip. We pick that rabbit out of the hat while everybody sits out there wondering how the hell we did it. Now you're not naive enough to think we're living in a democracy, are you buddy? It's the free market. It's not always the most popular person who gets the job done, but you're a part of it. IF you've got that killer instinct. Stick around pal, I've still got a lot to teach you.