The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,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.。