Whoop de poo!

Breathes there the little guy with the corner "caf" with soul so dead that he does not dream of a chic place with customers from outside of his area singing his praises.
Soon, if he has the drive, and a gimmick, he will have that place and think of opening a second cross-town. If that comes to pass, he will talk to his bank or friendly moneybags, and open up a franchise system. Two cafes become three, then a dozen scattered across the region;, and the bankers suggests there are openings in China and Slobovia.

In a few years he has a big money tree that needs lawyers, tax
accountants and savvy managers with MBAs from Harvard and UCF. He may even sell stock and hope for a bang-up isp.

Now he can afford that private jet, and get that little haven in Grand Cayman, complete with that little masseuse from Phuket who can gives him that full massage.

Much of his business in run by a corporate group, who, with an eye on stockholders, runs his operation with most employees working at a dollar or two above minimum wage (for which he gets kudos from business societies), a cadre of well-paid lawyers and accountants and specialists in trading on the Markets, and him collecting millions per year.

Think Tim Hortons, Starbucks, Wendys, MacDonalds, and skyrockets in other fields, biggies like Amazon, ebay, Walmart, and comers like Facebook.....

Dream......