"My dear fellow, you misunderstand. An event like this brings together two groups of people who need each other. On the one hand, a selection of British upper-crust, a bit short on cash, but who badly want to believe they can succeed in business. Most of them haven’t a prayer, of course, since they’re swimming with sharks. On the other hand, you have greedy foreign fat cats who have money and power, but who can’t buy that elusive quality, style. So they buy the presence of the nobles, hoping some of it will rub off on them.