People ask me: Isn’t it easier to attach myself to a wealthy man and climb up by his power than to fight on my own? I just find it ridiculous—the moment you rely on someone, you’ve personally handed your weakness to them. Last time someone faked kindness, trying to use me for profit, I smiled and played along, then turned around and took all his chips. My rule for survival has always been: Self-interest above all. No attachment, no softness. No one shall ever become my chain.