21 July 2006 morning, Seattle, United States.

"Applejack come down and see, we've finally waited for it." Zhou Hui shouted below.

I hurriedly ran downstairs and saw the housekeeper Lao Wu holding a copy of the Times in his hand. Seeing me come down, Lao Wu approached and said, "Young master, the master is saved." Someone sent a newspaper below saying that at the auction held in Hong Kong in 20 days, it will be auctioned 'Yin and Yang bitter fruit', and we have been waiting for it for three years. A bitter smile appeared on Lao Wu's wrinkled face. Looking at Lao Wu, who is in his 60s, I can't help but feel sad, our Yang family owes him too much.

I picked up the newspaper and was greeted by the big headline "Auction of Divine Fruit - Yin and Yang Bitter Fruit" and the specific time and place. I couldn't contain my joy any longer, so I grabbed the newspaper and ran all the way to the garden.

Looking at my father in the garden in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the sky and shaking his body, I couldn't help but think of that winter night 20 years ago.

I was wandering the streets of Wuhan, Hubei, China. The snow kept falling, slowly falling on my shoulders and head. Soon the six-year-old was shivering, when a small car came in front of me, and I fell to the ground in a dizzy fit when the flashing headlights shone on my face.

When I woke up again, I was surrounded by a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a crisp suit. When I told him about my escape from the orphanage, he asked me if I wanted to go to the United States with him.

At that time, the United States was a very powerful and wealthy country in my mind, and I nodded my head to indicate that I was willing to listen to him.

At this time, a burly man behind him said, "Boss, should we give him some money, or find someone for him or something, and we won't bring him back to the United States." The middle-aged man said, "The master said, I will harvest things that I can't buy on this trip to China, and I think this child is destined for me."

Maybe it's already predestined. Twenty years later, I became Yang Jie, the son of the Chinese-American jeweler Yang Zhentian.

I crouched down and said, "Dad, we can cure you." The first yin and yang bitter fruit has appeared, and I will leave for Hong Kong early tomorrow morning to buy it back. At that time, as long as we work together to find the second yin and yang bitter fruit, your ALS can be cured. As soon as he finished speaking, the housekeeper Lao Wu, aunt Zhou Hui and Ying Er all came.

My father couldn't move for a long time, but he tried hard to say, "Ah~what~~Is it really~ah?" It took me a long time to understand his words, "Is it true?" I nodded slightly. Father swept everyone again, and everyone nodded to him.

At this time, I seemed to have seen from my father's eyes that he had a new hope for life. Since there is hope, then I will do my best to complete it. "Lao Wu, set me a flight to Hong Kong tomorrow" After that, I pushed my father to the villa.

I said to Lao Wu, "Lao Wu, call Dorjee immediately and ask Dorjee to come back and go to Hong Kong with me." In addition, prepare the money, I will definitely bring it back since I went this time. "Speaking of Dorjee, I can't help but introduce this big man.

Two years ago, I went to Tibet to do business and saw Dorjee alone with their Tibetan knives slashing at six people. I saw that this young man was more than 1.9 meters tall and weighed no less than 200 pounds, and a long-handled Tibetan knife danced in his hand. I stopped the car and went down with the others to help Dorjee.

Later, I learned that Dorjee's mother was seriously ill, so Dorjee asked the gang to borrow usury loans for his mother's treatment, but because they were a week late, the gang doubled the interest. Dorjee had no money, so he fought with these money-seekers. Afterwards, I asked Dorje how his mother was doing, and Dorjee told me in that broken Mandarin that he couldn't stop being lame.

There are few people who do big things and don't do some shady things. So I deliberately took Dorjee to help us with things, and then I asked him if he would like to follow me in the future. He was alone and unconcerned, and I saw that I had helped him again. So I got in the car and followed me to the United States. Since then, he has been my number one assistant and bodyguard.

After the flight arrived in Hong Kong, as soon as I got off the plane, I asked Dorjee to contact Li Jianguo, my father's business partner in Hong Kong and one of the city's several famous jewelers. Let him come to the dinner in the evening, and I will wait for him at the Shangri-La Hotel. Hong Kong is a city that combines East and West, so I took the time to see the scenery of Hong Kong and the beauties of various countries along the way.

After a casual meal at noon, I slept for a while, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Dorjee woke me up and reported to me about the morning. The afternoon passed quickly, the night began to fall and Hong Kong's nightlife began. Through the window, I saw that the neon lights in the distance were lit up, and the lights were bright and green in the distance. It's really a good place for singing and dancing, and Hong Kong is still the same after the return to China.

Suddenly, in the night, a German black Mercedes-Benz appeared in the field of vision, and after a while, it stopped downstairs. I quickly got up and went to pick up people with Dorjee. When the car door opened, a thin middle-aged man in his fifties walked down, with a hooked nose, pointed gills and a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes. "Uncle Li, let's talk inside." Before he could reply, I dragged him into the big private room.

After taking a seat, the round table of Nuoda sat on the two of us, and Dorjee stood behind me, nearly two meters tall, pressing the bodyguards brought by Uncle Li without any momentum.

Uncle Li didn't pay attention to these either, he asked straight to the point, "Isn't Nephew Yang here for the bitter fruit of yin and yang?" I replied, "I can't hide it, my father's illness really needs to be cured by the bitter fruit of yin and yang, so as soon as I heard the movement here, I hurried to take a look." "But you should also know that this yin and yang bitter fruit is divided into two yin and yang, and only one of them can't cure Brother Yang's illness. Besides, this yin and yang bitter fruit is just a legend after all. Uncle Li shook his head and said.

I thought about it for a moment, and then said in an unquestioning tone, "With this one, we'll do everything we can to get the next one." The only way to save my father's life is to use this one first, so as to give us time to find another yin and yang bitter fruit. ”

Uncle Li nodded again, then took out a stack of materials from his arms, handed them to me, and said, "This is all the information of the Yin and Yang Bitter Fruit and his master auctioned at this auction, and your father and I are friends in distress." If you have any favors and need my help, nephew Yang, you can say that as long as I Li Jianguo can help, I will definitely not hesitate. ”

"Then there is Uncle Lao Yang. Come, I thank you on behalf of the Yang family. We did it. ”

After sending Uncle Yang away, I picked up the information given by Uncle Yang and read it because the time difference had not yet come up. When I looked at the first set of photos, I already knew in my heart that the bitter fruit of this auction was real.

There are very few records of the bitter fruit of yin and yang in history, only in the history of the Ming Dynasty. Some other books and materials were stolen by the Eight-Nation Alliance as early as the end of the Qing Dynasty.

Once, at the home of a descendant of a general of the American invasion of China in New York, I saw a book about the bitter fruits of yin and yang. The description is very similar to that of this auction. I looked at the auctioneer's profile again, oh? It turns out that the family is engaged in underground work (tomb robbers).

"Dorjee?" I shouted. "Yes, is there anything that the young master needs me to do?" Dorjee said in broken Mandarin with a Tibetan accent.

"Go and get him." After saying that, I threw the information to Dorjee. Since the time difference has not yet been reversed, I think I would like to meet the auctioneer, Mr. Wang, now.