Look, this is exactly like the scene in GoodFellas. The bar owner is getting hassled by protection outfits. To get them off his back, he goes to Paulie. Paulie tries to talk him out of it, but in the end is convinced to go into the bar business. But now the bar owner has to pay Paulie every month: "off week? Fuck you, pay me. Bar closed by health inspector? Fuck you pay me, etc." Eventually, all the dude can do is torch the place.
This happens all the time in my industry. Biotech startups create a nice little business selling chimeric mouse models. Are they happy making 5-50mil profit per year, year in, year out? Hell no — we need to go into drug development, which we no nothing about. We buy a compound (why is it for sale?), go public in order to get enough to get it through trials, but then have to gut the pipeline and the original models business to feed the Wall Street monkey, which can only see quarterly profits. Only. Quarterly. Profits. A nice little business, run out of business in 7 years. Wall Street analysts are some of the dumbest people wearing suits today, and that's saying something.