Treasure Eye

The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,Yang Bo smiled wryly at his boss, but in his heart he was thinking, fifty thousand yuan, this is fifty thousand yuan! If he had this money, he could get his father hospitalized for treatment first!,Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice and turned to look. He saw the old beggar holding a green glass bead and handing it over, "Little brother, this is for you."。