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In a quaint village nestled amidst the emerald rice paddies of rural Thailand, Fourth Nattawat woke with the first light of dawn, his day unfolding with the timeless rhythm of agrarian life

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In a quaint village nestled amidst the emerald rice paddies of rural Thailand, Fourth Nattawat woke with the first light of dawn, his day unfolding with the timeless rhythm of agrarian life.

His home, a modest wooden house adorned with strings of jasmine, stood as a testament to generations of hard work and humble aspirations.

Fourth had grown up amid the simple pleasures of community festivals, the aroma of freshly harvested crops, and the warmth of family bonds forged over shared meals.

From a young age, Fourth had displayed an exceptional aptitude for craftsmanship.

Whether it was repairing the village elders' intricate heirloom jewelry or fashioning delicate silver charms for the local temple, his hands possessed a rare talent that whispered of ancestral wisdom and innate skill.

His reputation spread beyond the village boundaries, drawing admirers who sought out his creations for their unparalleled craftsmanship and artistic flair.

It was this reputation that caught the attention of the Celestial Gems, a towering symbol of modernity and luxury that seemed worlds away from Fourth's rural sanctuary.

Drawn by rumors of a skilled artisan whose creations rivaled those of master jewelers in Bangkok, representatives of the Celestial Gems ventured into the countryside, their polished suits stark against the backdrop of verdant fields and azure skies.

On a scorching afternoon, when the sun hung heavy in the sky and the air shimmered with the promise of monsoon rains, Fourth stood before them-a young man of quiet demeanor and steadfast resolve.

Clad in worn trousers and a faded cotton shirt, his weathered hands bore the traces of countless hours spent honing his craft.

The Celestial Gems emissaries, with their crisp demeanor and polished smiles, extended an invitation that promised both opportunity and uncertainty: to bring Fourth's talent to the bustling metropolis, to the heart of Gemini Norawit's empire.

Thank you so much for coming all the way here and offering me this job but uh..may I request some time before I give you my answer ? Fourth asked with a hesitant voice.

Sure Mr. Nattawat , take your time , but we hope we have the pleasure to work with you in the near future. One of the staff said and the group left for Bangkok in their expensive cars.

In the quiet hours before dawn, the Nattawat household stirred with an air of bittersweet anticipation.

The aroma of freshly brewed jasmine tea mingled with the scent of steamed rice, filling the modest kitchen where Fourth sat with his parents, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of a single oil lamp.

Are you sure about this, Fourth ? His father's weathered hands, calloused from years of tending to the fields, hesitated over a bowl of rice porridge.

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