Eventually, I met the owner of the shop that gave the contracts out to businesses like my uncle's and found out that he rakes in millions of $s annually. Now, this elderly gentleman walked around in very worn-out gardener overalls, talked to everyone on site, got to know each one of us personally, offered help, ate with us and drove a beat-up 1980s Benz. He was the first millionaire I met and quite honestly a model for a humble businessman.
My saving habits changed soon after that.