Xiu Nuo lay down on the lounge chair and muttered, "So they were just after a congressman's position?"
"Pretty much. It's not the case with the guy who imports special products though, he really wants it. But it won't succeed. Most importantly, he rejected investments from those Japanese film companies, claiming he's chasing a pure dream, not just after money."
"And then?" Xiu Nuo asked.
"Then I quit my job," Coffey spread his hands, "Working with an idealist is exhausting. I just want to make money."
"If that's the case, you should have been able to make more money with your first two employers."
"Of course, but they knew that as well. They just wanted to make money themselves, pay me my salary, become congressmen, and after distributing the dividends, they kicked me out. Of course, I have no complaints; it's exactly why I have managed to live this long."
"Sounds pretty good," Xiu Nuo chuckled.
"What about you, Xiu?" Coffey curiously looked at Xiu Nuo, "What do you do?"
