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 a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!,When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.。