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Chapter I Glass Beads
"Bo, don't worry about your family, don't even think about sending money over. You have to take care of yourself, I will take care of your father!"
"Un, Mom. You should also persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment!"
Yang Bo said a few words to his mother before hanging up, his tears streaming down his face. His father had a liver cancer, and the family couldn't bear to spend such a high price on him, so he could only stay at home and endure!
Yang Bo asked about the treatment fees for liver cancer. It cost 500 thousand for the first year and 150 thousand for the second year, which meant that if he wanted to cure his father's illness, he would need at least 850,000 gold. To him, this was an astronomical figure.
But for his father's sake, he must raise that money!
"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing? Lazy again? Hurry up and serve the guests some good tea! "
A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his contemplation, and he promptly replied: "Alright, I'm coming!"
Yang Bo wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and ran out, "I'm coming!"
Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guests. The tea was brewed before the dawn, which was Gu De Zhai's rule. The owner would tell the guests how respected they were and they would tell them their secret codes, while Yang Bo would pour the tea according to those secret codes.
The status of "pour the tea" was average, but it was more than enough to deal with the situation. The identity of "pour the tea" was a new level, so one needed to use the tip of the hair of the Xinyang Sword. If the boss shouted "pour the tea", then he would need to prepare himself.
It was very rare for customers to have their own interactions with someone like Longjing, so after Yang Bo served tea, he took a look. The guest was around fifty years old and was casually talking to the owner.
The blue and white porcelain of the broomstick bottle had a deep luster, and the color of the enamel was slightly dark. It could be considered not bad, but the boss had clearly used the Longjing bottle before the dawn to carry a lot of weight.
Yang Bo quickly came to a conclusion. Since graduating from high school and not going to university, he had entered an antique shop to be an apprentice, and this was already the second year. Although the owner usually didn't want to teach him, through studying, Yang Bo still learned a lot of ancient knowledge.
However, this was of no use. At this time, it was impossible for him to go and buy the porcelain and sell it! Because he broke the rules and would be boycotted by all the antique shops. The problem was that he didn't have the capital!
In order to save money to treat his father's illness, he lived in the shop and sent 1500 yuan a month back to his family. However, this was still far from enough!
Eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan was like a giant boulder pressing down on Yang Bo's chest!
The customer and the boss conversed for a bit and soon, under the boss's blabbering, the stick bottle was sold. The customer handed in the money and the contract was signed.
After the guests left, the owner, Guo Bapi, circled around the hammer bottle, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was extremely pleased with himself. He couldn't help but brag to Yang Bo: "This hammer bottle is made in the Qing Dynasty, although it is not as good as the previous generation, but if you buy it for fifty thousand yuan, you can double it with a flip of your hand! "Hahaha!"
Guo Bapi carried the hammer bottle and walked towards the inner room. He wanted to put the bottle in the safe!
Yang Bo forced out a smile towards the boss, but in his heart he thought, fifty thousand, this is fifty thousand, if he had this money, he could let his father go to hospital first.
After all these, in order to save money, Guo Bapi would usually give him 20 yuan each for a 10 yuan box lunch. In order to save money, Yang Bo would take his share of the money to buy 5 yuan worth of Stir-Fried Rice, so that he could save dinner in the middle of lunch!
There weren't many pedestrians on the road. As Yang Bo walked along the road, his heart was still thinking about his father's condition. At a time like this, should he quit his job and go to the construction site? Although the construction site was a bit more difficult, they could at least earn more!
Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin body, Yang Bo's heart hesitated.
"Little brother, please! I haven't eaten in three days! "
Yang Bo suddenly heard a sound coming from the side of the road. He turned his head and saw an old man in ragged clothes leaning on the stairs, his forehead was covered with sweat.
After hesitating for a bit, Yang Bo did not turn back to look. He turned around and continued walking forward, it was already too late for him to protect himself, how could he still have the energy to help others?
If he did a good deed every day and prayed devoutly, would his father's illness recover?
Yang Bo's heart thumped, the eight hundred fifty thousand was too far away, he did not have a clue, he could only place his hope on the myriad Divine Blessings, hoping that he could be touched by the Divine Blessings!
When he returned, Yang Bo had already brought a lunchbox with him. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar, but Yang Bo did not say anything.
The old beggar raised his head and looked at Yang Bo, "Thank you, little brother!"
Yang Bo slightly nodded, he turned around and was about to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner.
"Little brother, please wait a moment!"
Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice from behind, he turned to look, only to see the old beggar holding out a green glass bead, "Little brother, this is for you."
Yang Bo took a look, the bead's shape was irregular, and under the sunlight it looked round and smooth, but he knew very well that this kind of glass bead was not worth much, but it was more expensive than Stir-Fried Rice, so he immediately shook his head, "I can't take it!"
"Little brother, just accept it!" The old beggar held onto the fried rice in one hand and handed the glass bead over to Yang Bo with the other, "I found this on purpose. Since no one wants it, I might as well gift it to you, a kind-hearted fellow!"
With that, the old beggar turned and left.
Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, this was truly strange!
The moment he held the glass bead in his hand, Yang Bo felt that his eyes were cool and clear. Then, every cell in his body felt as if he was soaking in ice water.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Bo finally reacted. After an unknown amount of time, he immediately ran back with the box lunch.
Upon entering the shop, Guo Bapi immediately asked: "What's going on today? Why did it take so long? Do you know that time is life and that you are wasting my life? "
Yang Bo slightly nodded his head, "Today, the business at the Box Hotel was too busy, I queued up!"
"Did you go to help the beauties? Have you taken a fancy to the daughter of the restaurant's owner? "
Yang Bo did not say anything. He had indeed gone over to help before, and it was just to save money for a meal. He did not have any other purpose, but Guo Bapi had always been mistaken, so he did not explain.
Guo Bapi snorted lightly, took the box lunch and ran inside the shop to eat.
Yang Bo took out his share of the fried rice and disposable chopsticks, suddenly he thought of a question, where did the glass bead go?
The old beggar passed the glass bead into his hands. He had always been holding it!
He raised his head to look at the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and he had returned half an hour later than usual. That was to say, he had been standing there for over half an hour!
But why wasn't there much sweat on his body?
Yang Bo could not understand the reason behind this, and did not want to think too much into it.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]
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Chapter I Glass Beads
"Bo, don't worry about your family, don't even think about sending money over. You have to take care of yourself, I will take care of your father!"
"Un, Mom. You should also persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment!"
Yang Bo said a few words to his mother before hanging up, his tears streaming down his face. His father had a liver cancer, and the family couldn't bear to spend such a high price on him, so he could only stay at home and endure!
Yang Bo asked about the treatment fees for liver cancer. It cost 500 thousand for the first year and 150 thousand for the second year, which meant that if he wanted to cure his father's illness, he would need at least 850,000 gold. To him, this was an astronomical figure.
But for his father's sake, he must raise that money!
"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing? Lazy again? Hurry up and serve the guests some good tea! "
A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his contemplation, and he promptly replied: "Alright, I'm coming!"
Yang Bo wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and ran out, "I'm coming!"
Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guests. The tea was brewed before the dawn, which was Gu De Zhai's rule. The owner would tell the guests how respected they were and they would tell them their secret codes, while Yang Bo would pour the tea according to those secret codes.
The status of "pour the tea" was average, but it was more than enough to deal with the situation. The identity of "pour the tea" was a new level, so one needed to use the tip of the hair of the Xinyang Sword. If the boss shouted "pour the tea", then he would need to prepare himself.
It was very rare for customers to have their own interactions with someone like Longjing, so after Yang Bo served tea, he took a look. The guest was around fifty years old and was casually talking to the owner.
The blue and white porcelain of the broomstick bottle had a deep luster, and the color of the enamel was slightly dark. It could be considered not bad, but the boss had clearly used the Longjing bottle before the dawn to carry a lot of weight.
Yang Bo quickly came to a conclusion. Since graduating from high school and not going to university, he had entered an antique shop to be an apprentice, and this was already the second year. Although the owner usually didn't want to teach him, through studying, Yang Bo still learned a lot of ancient knowledge.
However, this was of no use. At this time, it was impossible for him to go and buy the porcelain and sell it! Because he broke the rules and would be boycotted by all the antique shops. The problem was that he didn't have the capital!
In order to save money to treat his father's illness, he lived in the shop and sent 1500 yuan a month back to his family. However, this was still far from enough!
Eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan was like a giant boulder pressing down on Yang Bo's chest!
The customer and the boss conversed for a bit and soon, under the boss's blabbering, the stick bottle was sold. The customer handed in the money and the contract was signed.
After the guests left, the owner, Guo Bapi, circled around the hammer bottle, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was extremely pleased with himself. He couldn't help but brag to Yang Bo: "This hammer bottle is made in the Qing Dynasty, although it is not as good as the previous generation, but if you buy it for fifty thousand yuan, you can double it with a flip of your hand! "Hahaha!"
Guo Bapi carried the hammer bottle and walked towards the inner room. He wanted to put the bottle in the safe!
Yang Bo forced out a smile towards the boss, but in his heart he thought, fifty thousand, this is fifty thousand, if he had this money, he could let his father go to hospital first.
After all these, in order to save money, Guo Bapi would usually give him 20 yuan each for a 10 yuan box lunch. In order to save money, Yang Bo would take his share of the money to buy 5 yuan worth of Stir-Fried Rice, so that he could save dinner in the middle of lunch!
There weren't many pedestrians on the road. As Yang Bo walked along the road, his heart was still thinking about his father's condition. At a time like this, should he quit his job and go to the construction site? Although the construction site was a bit more difficult, they could at least earn more!
Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin body, Yang Bo's heart hesitated.
"Little brother, please! I haven't eaten in three days! "
Yang Bo suddenly heard a sound coming from the side of the road. He turned his head and saw an old man in ragged clothes leaning on the stairs, his forehead was covered with sweat.
After hesitating for a bit, Yang Bo did not turn back to look. He turned around and continued walking forward, it was already too late for him to protect himself, how could he still have the energy to help others?
If he did a good deed every day and prayed devoutly, would his father's illness recover?
Yang Bo's heart thumped, the eight hundred fifty thousand was too far away, he did not have a clue, he could only place his hope on the myriad Divine Blessings, hoping that he could be touched by the Divine Blessings!
When he returned, Yang Bo had already brought a lunchbox with him. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar, but Yang Bo did not say anything.
The old beggar raised his head and looked at Yang Bo, "Thank you, little brother!"
Yang Bo slightly nodded, he turned around and was about to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner.
"Little brother, please wait a moment!"
Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice from behind, he turned to look, only to see the old beggar holding out a green glass bead, "Little brother, this is for you."
Yang Bo took a look, the bead's shape was irregular, and under the sunlight it looked round and smooth, but he knew very well that this kind of glass bead was not worth much, but it was more expensive than Stir-Fried Rice, so he immediately shook his head, "I can't take it!"
"Little brother, just accept it!" The old beggar held onto the fried rice in one hand and handed the glass bead over to Yang Bo with the other, "I found this on purpose. Since no one wants it, I might as well gift it to you, a kind-hearted fellow!"
With that, the old beggar turned and left.
Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, this was truly strange!
The moment he held the glass bead in his hand, Yang Bo felt that his eyes were cool and clear. Then, every cell in his body felt as if he was soaking in ice water.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Bo finally reacted. After an unknown amount of time, he immediately ran back with the box lunch.
Upon entering the shop, Guo Bapi immediately asked: "What's going on today? Why did it take so long? Do you know that time is life and that you are wasting my life? "
Yang Bo slightly nodded his head, "Today, the business at the Box Hotel was too busy, I queued up!"
"Did you go to help the beauties? Have you taken a fancy to the daughter of the restaurant's owner? "
Yang Bo did not say anything. He had indeed gone over to help before, and it was just to save money for a meal. He did not have any other purpose, but Guo Bapi had always been mistaken, so he did not explain.
Guo Bapi snorted lightly, took the box lunch and ran inside the shop to eat.
Yang Bo took out his share of the fried rice and disposable chopsticks, suddenly he thought of a question, where did the glass bead go?
The old beggar passed the glass bead into his hands. He had always been holding it!
He raised his head to look at the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and he had returned half an hour later than usual. That was to say, he had been standing there for over half an hour!
But why wasn't there much sweat on his body?
Yang Bo could not understand the reason behind this, and did not want to think too much into it.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]
Chapter I Glass Beads"Bo, don't worry about your family, don't even think about sending money over. You have to take care of yourself, I will take care of your father!""Un, Mom. You should also persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment!"Yang Bo said a few words to his mother before hanging up, his tears streaming down his face. His father had a liver cancer, and the family couldn't bear to spend such a high price on him, so he could only stay at home and endure!Yang Bo asked about the treatment fees for liver cancer. It cost 500 thousand for the first year and 150 thousand for the second year, which meant that if he wanted to cure his father's illness, he would need at least 850,000 gold. To him, this was an astronomical figure.But for his father's sake, he must raise that money!"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing? Lazy again? Hurry up and serve the guests some good tea! "A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his contemplation, and he promptly replied: "Alright, I'm coming!"Yang Bo wiped away his tears, forced a smile, and ran out, "I'm coming!"Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guests. The tea was brewed before the dawn, which was Gu De Zhai's rule. The owner would tell the guests how respected they were and they would tell them their secret codes, while Yang Bo would pour the tea according to those secret codes.The status of "pour the tea" was average, but it was more than enough to deal with the situation. The identity of "pour the tea" was a new level, so one needed to use the tip of the hair of the Xinyang Sword. If the boss shouted "pour the tea", then he would need to prepare himself.It was very rare for customers to have their own interactions with someone like Longjing, so after Yang Bo served tea, he took a look. The guest was around fifty years old and was casually talking to the owner.The blue and white porcelain of the broomstick bottle had a deep luster, and the color of the enamel was slightly dark. It could be considered not bad, but the boss had clearly used the Longjing bottle before the dawn to carry a lot of weight.Yang Bo quickly came to a conclusion. Since graduating from high school and not going to university, he had entered an antique shop to be an apprentice, and this was already the second year. Although the owner usually didn't want to teach him, through studying, Yang Bo still learned a lot of ancient knowledge.However, this was of no use. At this time, it was impossible for him to go and buy the porcelain and sell it! Because he broke the rules and would be boycotted by all the antique shops. The problem was that he didn't have the capital!In order to save money to treat his father's illness, he lived in the shop and sent 1500 yuan a month back to his family. However, this was still far from enough!Eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan was like a giant boulder pressing down on Yang Bo's chest!The customer and the boss conversed for a bit and soon, under the boss's blabbering, the stick bottle was sold. The customer handed in the money and the contract was signed.After the guests left, the owner, Guo Bapi, circled around the hammer bottle, with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was extremely pleased with himself. He couldn't help but brag to Yang Bo: "This hammer bottle is made in the Qing Dynasty, although it is not as good as the previous generation, but if you buy it for fifty thousand yuan, you can double it with a flip of your hand! "Hahaha!"Guo Bapi carried the hammer bottle and walked towards the inner room. He wanted to put the bottle in the safe!Yang Bo forced out a smile towards the boss, but in his heart he thought, fifty thousand, this is fifty thousand, if he had this money, he could let his father go to hospital first.After all these, in order to save money, Guo Bapi would usually give him 20 yuan each for a 10 yuan box lunch. In order to save money, Yang Bo would take his share of the money to buy 5 yuan worth of Stir-Fried Rice, so that he could save dinner in the middle of lunch!There weren't many pedestrians on the road. As Yang Bo walked along the road, his heart was still thinking about his father's condition. At a time like this, should he quit his job and go to the construction site? Although the construction site was a bit more difficult, they could at least earn more!Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin body, Yang Bo's heart hesitated."Little brother, please! I haven't eaten in three days! "Yang Bo suddenly heard a sound coming from the side of the road. He turned his head and saw an old man in ragged clothes leaning on the stairs, his forehead was covered with sweat.After hesitating for a bit, Yang Bo did not turn back to look. He turned around and continued walking forward, it was already too late for him to protect himself, how could he still have the energy to help others?If he did a good deed every day and prayed devoutly, would his father's illness recover?Yang Bo's heart thumped, the eight hundred fifty thousand was too far away, he did not have a clue, he could only place his hope on the myriad Divine Blessings, hoping that he could be touched by the Divine Blessings!When he returned, Yang Bo had already brought a lunchbox with him. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar, but Yang Bo did not say anything.The old beggar raised his head and looked at Yang Bo, "Thank you, little brother!"Yang Bo slightly nodded, he turned around and was about to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner."Little brother, please wait a moment!"Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice from behind, he turned to look, only to see the old beggar holding out a green glass bead, "Little brother, this is for you."Yang Bo took a look, the bead's shape was irregular, and under the sunlight it looked round and smooth, but he knew very well that this kind of glass bead was not worth much, but it was more expensive than Stir-Fried Rice, so he immediately shook his head, "I can't take it!""Little brother, just accept it!" The old beggar held onto the fried rice in one hand and handed the glass bead over to Yang Bo with the other, "I found this on purpose. Since no one wants it, I might as well gift it to you, a kind-hearted fellow!"With that, the old beggar turned and left.Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, this was truly strange!The moment he held the glass bead in his hand, Yang Bo felt that his eyes were cool and clear. Then, every cell in his body felt as if he was soaking in ice water.After an unknown amount of time, Yang Bo finally reacted. After an unknown amount of time, he immediately ran back with the box lunch.Upon entering the shop, Guo Bapi immediately asked: "What's going on today? Why did it take so long? Do you know that time is life and that you are wasting my life? "Yang Bo slightly nodded his head, "Today, the business at the Box Hotel was too busy, I queued up!""Did you go to help the beauties? Have you taken a fancy to the daughter of the restaurant's owner? "Yang Bo did not say anything. He had indeed gone over to help before, and it was just to save money for a meal. He did not have any other purpose, but Guo Bapi had always been mistaken, so he did not explain.Guo Bapi snorted lightly, took the box lunch and ran inside the shop to eat.Yang Bo took out his share of the fried rice and disposable chopsticks, suddenly he thought of a question, where did the glass bead go?The old beggar passed the glass bead into his hands. He had always been holding it!He raised his head to look at the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and he had returned half an hour later than usual. That was to say, he had been standing there for over half an hour!But why wasn't there much sweat on his body?Yang Bo could not understand the reason behind this, and did not want to think too much into it. The content is from Mick Read
