I knew exactly one. Sort of.

In his dying years my grandfather came to the realization that, being a big landlord, he was on the highway to hell. Being one of his only descendants that isn't also a massive piece of shit, he granted me authority over his estate.

I was tasked with converting all of his properties into rent-to-own units, private mortgages, or anything else that would give people ownership over their own homes. It was a hell of a lot of work. I refused to draw a salary from the estate because I believed in what we were doing.

Anyways, my Very Cool Aunts and Uncles intervened and used rich people lawyer magic to cut me out of the estate entirely. Now I have negative money and they're richer than before, drawing big profits out of those rentals.

Capitalism is so cool.