Li Wei was, without a doubt, a good man.
In Jason Miller's mind, Li Wei could even be called the best rich man in all of Hollywood.
That $100,000 USD check from last month had been like a brick falling from the sky. It hadn't just stunned him; it had shored up his life, which had been on the verge of collapse.
The $67,700 USD he took home after taxes paid off the credit card debt that was about to eat him alive with its compounding interest. The heating bill, water bill, Jack's summer camp registration fee, the garage door spring, the fence bill—they were all paid.
While the remaining money wasn't enough for his family of three to live extravagantly, it was a blessing from God.
Jason Miller brushed his teeth, looking in the mirror. As he thought about it, he felt he would willingly take a bullet for Li Wei.
Hmm... He spat out a mouthful of foam.
