Su Xuan recalled a memory. During high school, a few school bullies had decided to give him trouble. They cornered him in a hallway, intent on beating him up. The reason was infuriatingly simple: one of the bullies’ girlfriends had glanced at him a few too many times. It was Teacher Wang who happened to pass by. Waving her hand threateningly, she chased the bullies away, saving him from the senseless ordeal. That was just one incident. Another time, he had a high fever. It was Teacher Wang who carried him on her back, running all the way to the school infirmary. He remembered that when he slid off her back, her entire shirt was soaked with sweat. Teacher Wang even fronted the money for his medical fees. Teacher Wang is such a wonderful person! Heavens, how could you let her get cancer? Su Xuan’s expression was somber as he looked up at the sky. He resolved to go to City Hospital No. 3 at eight o’clock the day after tomorrow to pick her up. If Teacher Wang urgently needs money, I’ll pay any amount! Afterward, he continued delivering packages until noon, but he still couldn’t trigger the Super Express to get any rewards, leaving him feeling rather listless. "Brother Su, I’m in a bit of trouble. Can you help me out?" Just as he was about to break for lunch, his coworker Niu Dalei called. "What’s wrong?" Su Xuan asked. Niu Dalei was a tall, burly man with an honest and down-to-earth personality, and he was the colleague Su Xuan got along with best. He always looked out for Su Xuan, often grabbing the heavier and bulkier packages to deliver them himself. Just last night, when they were out drinking, he had helped block drinks for him. Now that he was in trouble, Su Xuan couldn’t possibly refuse to help. "Sigh, it’s hard to explain in a few words. Can you come over?" Niu Dalei said over the phone. "Oh, and by the way, don’t wear your courier uniform. Act like you’re not a delivery guy." As soon as he heard that, Su Xuan had a good idea of what was going on. Niu Dalei was probably being harassed and bullied. He wants to find someone imposing to back him up! Working in the delivery business, you meet all sorts of people and run into all kinds of situations—good and bad. Heeding the advice, Su Xuan not only changed out of his uniform but also went to a mall to buy a suit worth twenty thousand. Then, he got into his Koenigsegg and sped over to Niu Dalei’s location. At the entrance of a residential area, Niu Dalei was crouching beside his delivery tricycle, smoking a cigarette and looking utterly downtrodden. Standing before him was a man in his thirties, jabbing a finger in his face and berating him. Su Xuan pulled the Koenigsegg to a stop right next to Niu Dalei’s tricycle. He stepped out, dapper in his brand-new suit. "What happened, Dalei?" Su Xuan asked, pulling his friend to his feet. "Brother Su, you’re finally here!" Niu Dalei exclaimed in relief. He glanced at the other man and explained, "I was handing him a package, but he failed to catch it. It fell and a bowl inside cracked. Now he won’t let me leave unless I kneel and apologize to him!" "He’s not asking for compensation?" Su Xuan asked. "He said my life wouldn’t be enough to pay for it!" Niu Dalei’s hands were trembling slightly. Niu Dalei retrieved a package from his tricycle. Su Xuan took it and opened it. Inside was an old porcelain bowl. It was impossible to tell what era it was from, but a relatively new crack ran along its side, likely from the fall. Su Xuan knew nothing about appraising antiques and had no idea what the bowl might be worth. But the bowl probably isn’t worth much. Otherwise, the man would be demanding compensation instead of just making Niu Dalei kneel and apologize. He’s likely just trying to give him a hard time on purpose. "Friend, be honest with me," Su Xuan said, stepping in front of the man. "How much did you actually pay for this bowl?" "It was very expensive! An astronomical price!" the man blustered, putting on a show of fury. In front of Su Xuan, however, his anger seemed to lack conviction and felt fake. And for good reason. The moment the man saw Su Xuan arrive in a Koenigsegg wearing an expensive suit, he knew this was no ordinary person. This was not someone to be trifled with. At the same time, he was baffled. How could a mere delivery driver know someone so impressive? From the way they were talking, their relationship was clearly not a shallow one. "Even an ’astronomical price’ must have an actual number," Su Xuan said, his face hardening. "This bowl..." Seeing Su Xuan’s stern expression, the man felt an inexplicable fear and began to stammer. "This bowl wasn’t bought. It’s been passed down in my family for generations! It’s a priceless heirloom! Its value is immeasurable! You could never afford it!" "Alright," Su Xuan said suddenly, seeing the man still wouldn’t be straight with him. "Do you know about the twelve zodiac animal heads from the Old Summer Palace?" "I know of them. So what?" the man asked. The twelve bronze zodiac animal heads were originally part of a fountain in the Old Summer Palace, cast during the Qianlong era of the Qing dynasty. In 1860, the Anglo-French allied forces invaded China and burned the palace, and the bronze heads were lost overseas. "Then let me ask you, can your bowl compare in value to the bronze horse head?" Su Xuan pressed. "Of course not," the man admitted. "Good," Su Xuan nodded. "A wealthy tycoon surnamed He once purchased the bronze horse head for 69.1 million Hong Kong dollars. So, that means your bowl isn’t worth 69.1 million Hong Kong dollars, right?" "Um..." The man scratched his head. "Right." "Then take a look at how much money I have." Su Xuan took out his phone, opened a text message showing his bank balance, and held it out for the man to see. The man’s eyes went wide as he struggled to count the zeros. He drew in a sharp, cold breath. It was one billion! This guy was worth at least a billion! That was absolutely terrifying. In his thirty-odd years of life, he had never met anyone worth a billion. "So, do you still think I can’t afford to compensate you?" Su Xuan asked, taking his phone back with a small smile. "You can! You definitely can!" the man replied, his attitude becoming completely meek. "You have enough to buy a dozen horse head statues!" "Good. In that case, you can name a price for your bowl now," Su Xuan said, his voice laced with an inscrutable tone. "I’ll pay whatever you ask." "However," Su Xuan’s tone shifted again, "I will have an antiques appraiser evaluate it afterward. If the bowl isn’t worth the price you name, then we’ll settle things in court." "No, don’t do that!" The man panicked, waving his hands frantically. "No compensation is necessary! You don’t have to pay a single penny!" His bowl was just a cheap imitation antique, a worthless decoration. Getting dragged to court over it wasn’t worth the trouble. "Not so fast," Su Xuan said coldly. "A moment ago, who was it that demanded my brother get on his knees and apologize?" "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!" the man immediately said, bowing and scraping as he apologized to Niu Dalei. "That’s not sincere enough," Su Xuan stated flatly. "I’m sorry! I’m so very sorry!" The man bent over in a deep, earnest bow to Niu Dalei. Niu Dalei didn’t even look at the man. Instead, he was gazing at Su Xuan with wide-eyed admiration. Su Xuan had handled this whole frustrating mess with such effortless grace. His eyes were filled with gratitude, worship, and sheer happiness. The man’s face flushed red. He turned and tried to leave. "Don’t go," Su Xuan called out, picking up the bowl. He held it out to the man. "Don’t you want your bowl?" The man snatched the bowl with both hands and scurried away. Then, a notification sounded in Su Xuan’s mind. "DING! 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