"Alright then, take your time and consider it," the old man said. He was visibly surprised by Frank’s hesitation but didn’t press further. He gave Frank a deep, probing look, his eyes twinkling with wisdom, then added with profound meaning, "I will have someone contact you. Young man, in this world, excellent horses are common, but those who recognize them—the 'Bo Le'—are rare. You must learn to seize opportunities when they arise. Goodbye for now."With that piece of cryptic advice, the old man turned and walked away, his gait steady but slow, merging into the crowd of tourists and hagglers.Cloud Lee watched his retreating back and nudged Frank hard in the ribs, her tone laced with frustration. "Are you crazy? Working for Lacy Jewelry Group is a dream opportunity for anyone in this industry. Do you know how many people would kill for an interview? Why didn't you agree immediately?""Eh, who knows? What if he's a scammer?" Frank replied noncha

The next day at noon.Frank Yates first dropped Cloud Lee off at her company, then drove straight to the Community Hospital.After completing the third acupuncture session on Leo Bailey’s father, the old man was finally able to slowly get out of bed. His recovery was nothing short of miraculous, a testament to the power of the Nine Cycles Soul Return Needle.Having witnessed the miracle performed on their father, Leo Bailey and Tanya Bailey were awestruck by Frank’s medical skills. They treated him not as a young man, but as a revered master, bowing and scraping with genuine respect.However, the praise was secondary to Frank. The most important thing was the envelope Tanya handed him before he left.Inside was a cashier's check drawn from the Swiss Bank Corporation. The amount written in bold black ink was $5,000,000.Frank stared at the zeros. Although the Lee family was wealthy, Frank had never personally seen this much liquid cash in his

Ted Lee put down his chopsticks, his fingers trembling slightly as he untied the silk ribbon of the exquisitely packaged box Vance Fenn had handed him. The packaging alone probably cost a few hundred dollars.He lifted the lid. Inside, resting on yellow satin, lay a small, delicate porcelain cup.Its surface was smooth and lustrous, coated in a deep, serene glaze that seemed to swallow the light. It was a perfect shade of "sky clearing after rain" blue.When Ted Lee saw the object, his eyes lit up with the fervor of a true enthusiast. “This... this is a Monochrome Glaze Porcelain Cup from the Song Dynasty! Look at that color! It’s magnificent. It’s absolutely pure.”Vance Fenn’s face swelled with pride. He adjusted his collar, basking in the admiration of the table. “Second Uncle, I know you love antiques, so I didn't just buy the first thing I saw. I ran to several private auction houses and consulted with collectors for weeks

The dramatic 180-degree shift in the Lee relatives' attitude was like a cool breeze on a sweltering day, sweeping away the stifling frustration in Joan Foster's chest. For once, Frank had actually given her "face" instead of losing it. She beamed, basking in the sudden respect her sister and sister-in-law were showing her.“Oh, yes, Frank and the richest man in Capital City, Leo Bailey, are very close friends,” Joan bragged, her voice dripping with feigned nonchalance as she sipped her tea. “It’s just that Frank is usually very low-key. He doesn't like to show off his connections. He's humble like that. And at home, he is very obedient to me, always doing chores without complaint...”Joan rarely praised Frank, but now she was pouring it on thick to elevate her own status. However, to the relatives who had just been mocking him, these words sounded like sharp thorns pricking their ears. They smiled stiffly, nodding along, their earlier arroganc

Fanny Swanson's face was twisted in a mask of pure hysteria. Her voice was shrill, her eyes wild and bloodshot, darting around the room as if seeing invisible demons. Seeing her react with such unhinged aggression, Frank Yates knew immediately that she had been deeply affected by the Malicious Energy permeating the house. Her rationality and emotional control had been completely eroded by the influence of the "unclean thing." She was no longer herself; she was a puppet of her own fear.Leo Bailey frowned deeply, caught between the frantic behavior of his wife and the bizarre request of the doctor. He felt like his world was spinning out of control. This is the twenty-first century, he thought, frustration bubbling up. Science rules the world. We have landed on the moon; we have mapped the human genome. Superstition and exorcisms are cultural dregs of the past. How could a young, capable man like Frank, who performed a medical miracle yesterday, claim my daughter is 'possessed'