A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!",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!。