The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,It was midday, sweltering hot, and there were few people on the road. Yang Bo walked along, his mind still preoccupied with his father's illness. At this time, shouldn't he quit his job and go to the construction site Although it was harder work at the construction site, he could earn more!,Yang Bo's heart sank. 850,000 was too far away; he had no idea how to reach it. All he could do was pray to the countless gods and Buddhas, hoping they would help him achieve this!。