On May 25th, Su Xi traveled from Portland to Chicago.
He was now accompanied by an executive agent named O'Connor, and his bank account had an eight-figure deposit.
"Jack, while other rookies are still scrambling for a job, you've already become a multimillionaire. It's been a dream week."
O'Connor was a 46-year-old white man. He had one of those faces people just loved to hate. Even when he was beaming at Su Xi, it had taken Su Xi a full week of observation to be sure he wasn't being sarcastic, but was genuinely trying to suck up to him.
The guy's eyebrows were perpetually raised, he had a high-bridged nose with upturned nostrils, a prominent chin, and a small goatee. Thanks to years of working out, he was in great shape; at 186 cm tall, he was powerfully built, but his neck was exceptionally long. Even just standing still, he gave off the impression of an arrogant jackass.
