Treasure Eye

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!,"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!",Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice!。