"Xiaobo, don't worry about your family. Don't call all the money. You have to take care of yourself. I will take good care of your dad!"

"Well, Mom, you should also persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment!"

Yang Bo said that his mother said a few words, hung up the phone, and shed tears like a disconnected line. His father had liver cancer, and his family could not bear the high cost of treatment, so they could only endure it at home!

Yang Bo inquired about the cost of liver cancer treatment. It costs 500,000 yuan in the first year and 350,000 yuan in the second year. In other words, if he wants to cure his father's disease, he will need at least 850,000 yuan. For him,

This is an astronomical sum of money!

But for his father, he must raise this money!

"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing? Are you lazy again? Come quickly and serve the guests good tea!"

A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he quickly responded: "Okay, here we come!"

Yang Bo wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and ran out, "Here we go!"

Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guest. The tea was Mingqian Longjing. This was the rule of Gudezhai. The boss would give different codes according to the dignity of the guests, and Yang Bo would pour the tea according to these codes.

"Pouring tea" means ordinary status, Biluochun can handle it; "pouring good tea" has a higher status, and you need Xinyang Maojian at this time; if the boss shouts "good tea", then you need Mingqian Longjing.

There is rarely a time to drink Mingqian Longjing in the store, so Yang Bo looked around after serving tea. The customer, who was in his fifties, was chatting with the boss, and there was a blue and white flower on the table.

Hammer bottle.

The blue and white hammer vase porcelain has a deep color and a dark glaze, which is considered good. However, the boss's use of Mingqian Longjing is obviously overstating it.

Yang Bo quickly made a judgment. He did not go to college after graduating from high school, so he worked as an apprentice in an antique shop. Now it is his second year. Although his boss is usually unwilling to teach him, Yang Bo still learns through hard work.

I gained a lot of antique knowledge.

However, this has no effect. It is impossible for him to go to Jie Hu to buy the porcelain and then sell it! Because Jie Hu is breaking the rules and will be boycotted by all antique shops. The key is that he has no capital.

!

His monthly salary is 1,800 yuan. In order to save money for his father’s medical treatment, he lives in a store and sends 1,500 yuan back to his family every month, but this is still far from enough!

Eight hundred and fifty thousand is like a huge stone pressing on Yang Bo's chest!

The customer discussed with the boss for a few words, and soon the stick bottle was sold under the boss's smooth tongue. Both parties paid the money and signed the contract.

After the guests left, the boss Guo Papi walked around the Bangchui bottle with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was so proud that no one shared it. He couldn't help but show off to Yang Bo: "This Bangchui bottle is from Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty."

Although the annual model is much inferior to the previous generation, if you buy it for 50,000 yuan, you can double it if you resell it! Haha!"

Guo Papi walked towards the inner room holding the stick bottle. He wanted to put the bottle into the safe!

Yang Bo forced a smile towards his boss, but he was thinking in his heart, fifty thousand yuan, this is fifty thousand yuan. If he has this money, he can let his father be hospitalized first!

When it was time to get off work at noon, Yang Bo went out to buy a lunch box. In order to save money, Guo Papi would only give him twenty yuan, a lunch box of ten yuan for each person. In order to save money, Yang Bo would use his share of the money to buy a lunch box for five yuan.

Fried rice for NT$, so you can save dinner in your lunch!

It was noon, the sun was strong, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. Yang Bo was walking on the road, still thinking about his father's condition. At this time, should he quit his job and go to the construction site? Although the construction site is harder, at least he can earn money. More!

Looking down at his thin body, Yang Bo hesitated.

"Little brother, okay! I haven't eaten for three days!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard a sound on the roadside. He turned around and saw an old man in ragged clothes, leaning on the steps, his forehead covered with sweat!

Hesitating slightly in his heart, Yang Bo did not look back, but turned around and continued walking forward. He was already in trouble, so how could he still have the energy to help others at this time?

If he does one good deed every day and prays sincerely, will his father's illness be cured?

Yang Bo's heart moved. Eight hundred and fifty thousand was so far away that he had no clue. He could only place his hope on the gods and Buddhas in the sky, hoping to move them!

When he came back again, Yang Bo already had a lunch box in his hand, and he gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar. Yang Bo did not speak.

The old beggar raised his head and glanced at Yang Bo, "Thank you, little brother, you are such a kind-hearted person!"

Yang Bo nodded slightly and turned around to go back. He had to consider whether to have dinner or not.

"Little brother, wait a moment!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice behind him. He turned around and looked over, and saw the old beggar holding a green glass bead and handing it over, "Little brother, this is for you."

Yang Bo took a look and saw that the beads were irregular in shape and looked a bit round in the sunlight. However, he knew very well that such glass beads were not valuable, but they were more expensive than fried rice. He quickly shook his head, "I can't have them!"

"Little brother, just accept it!" The old beggar held the fried rice in one hand and handed the glass beads to Yang Bo's hand. "I picked this up accidentally. No one wants it anyway, so I might as well give it to you." The young man!"

After saying that, the old beggar turned and left.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, how strange it was!

As soon as he took the glass beads into his hands, Yang Bo felt the coolness in his eyes, and then every cell in his whole body felt as if he was soaked in ice water.

I don’t know how long it took for Yang Bo to react, and I don’t know how long it took for him to run back with his lunch box.

When he arrived at the store, Guo Papi shouted: "What happened today? Why did it take so long? Do you know that time is life? You are wasting my life, do you know?"

Yang Bo nodded slightly, "The lunchbox restaurant is too busy today, so I queued up!"

"Are you going to help a beautiful girl? Have you fallen in love with the girl from the bento shop?"

Yang Bo didn't say anything. He had indeed gone there to help before, just to save money for a meal, and for no other purpose. However, Guo Papi had always misunderstood, and he didn't explain.

Guo Papi snorted lightly, took the box lunch and ran to the store to eat.

Yang Bo took out his portion of fried rice and disposable chopsticks, and suddenly thought of a question, where did the glass beads go?

The old beggar handed the glass bead into his hand. He had always held it!

He looked up at the time and saw that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He came back half an hour later than usual. In other words, he stood there for half an hour!

But why didn’t I sweat too much?
Chapter completed!