The Legend of Korra, Book One: Air

Hiroshi Sato:
What do you think of my little operation here?

Mako:
It's very impressive Mr. Sato.

Hiroshi Sato:
Please, call me Hiroshi. So, I understand you're dirt-poor.

Mako:
Uh...

Hiroshi Sato:
Young man, it is nothing to be ashamed of. I too came from humble beginnings. Why, when I was your age I was a real shoe-shiner and all I had to my name was an idea: The Sato Mobile. Now I was fortunate enough to meet someone who believed in me and my work ethic. He gave me the money I needed to get my idea of the ground and I build the entire Future Industries empire from that one selfless loan.

Asami Sato:
Dad, stop bragging. Just tell Mako the good news.

Mako:
What good news?

Hiroshi Sato:
Well, my daughter passionately told me all about your hard-earned success in the Pro-Bending Arena, and about your team's current financial stumbling block. Now I'd hate to see you lose your chance at winning the championship, just because you're short a few yuans. That's why I'm going to sponsor the Fire Ferrets in the tournament.

Mako:
Are you serious?

Asami Sato:
He's serious. My dad is going to cover your ante for the championship pot.

Mako:
That... that is good news!

Hiroshi Sato:
There's just one catch; you all have to wear the Future Industries logo on your uniforms.

Mako:
I'll tattoo it on my chest if you want, sir!