On a rainy night, he was soaked and delivered the takeout on time, but was kicked over by a rich second generation: "Does the takeout delivery guy deserve to be in my elevator?"
He silently picked up the leftovers and turned to leave.
No one knew that three hours ago, a meeting of a country on the other side of the Pacific was temporarily canceled because of a text message from him.
A week later, the second-generation rich family's business empire collapsed overnight. His father knelt in front of the delivery station and begged to see "that rider," but all he got was: "He has a lot of orders today and is not available."
