Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

Holding the bank card, Yang Bo was extremely excited. Fifty thousand yuan was equivalent to one seventh of the eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan, but it was his first step. With this fifty thousand yuan, he would have a much higher chance of doubling his chance and quickly accumulating enough money.

Also, he could help his father get into the hospital as soon as possible, but the origin of the money was not easy to explain, and using the reason of winning the prize might be able to trick him for a while, but after all, he still had a lot of money in his account, which wouldn't be easy to explain.

It was still too early for Yang Bo to call his family, so he laid down the folding bed. After thinking for a long time, he finally fell asleep.

"..."

Yang Bo was awakened by a burst of anxious and strict yelling. The sky was bright outside, and a fat pig head suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him. He quickly reacted, "Boss, good morning!"

Because he was too excited yesterday, he couldn't help but drink two cups, thus he arrived a little late today. Who would have thought that his own assistant still hadn't opened the door even at nine o'clock, and he couldn't help but reprimand him, "Yang Bo, where did you go last night? Why did you wake up so early today? Don't you want to do it? "There are so many people who want to do this job, if you don't want to do it …"

"Wake up early every day, clean up the storefront, heat up the water, and sweep the front of the shop as well …"

Yang Bo quickly tidied up his bed. This kind of scene, he had already experienced countless of times. If it wasn't to let his parents be at ease, he would have already left without saying a word, and only waited for Guo Bapi to say it until he was tired and stopped.

"Alright, I won't say too much. Go and buy me some porridge. Hmm, just plain porridge will do." Guo Bapi finally stopped and gave Yang Bo ten yuan, telling him to go buy breakfast.

Yang Bo took the money and turned to leave.

When he came back, Yang Bo had two more breakfasts in his hands. He handed the plain porridge over to Guo Bapi, and Guo Bapi couldn't help but look in his direction, to see that Yang Bo had also bought a bowl of porridge, and even bought a fried dough stick. This was completely out of place for Yang Bo, and made him unable to help himself from hesitating, "Yang, why are you willing to eat breakfast today?"

Yang Bo raised his head, "For your health, it's better to eat something."

Guo Bapi watched as Yang Bo ate some porridge and fried dough sticks, "Oh, then eat quickly.

Yang Bo acknowledged his presence and started to eat. As he did so, he pondered on the reason he needed to call his family.

Guo Bapi stared at Yang Bo, and started to feel that something was amiss, because Yang Bo seemed to have something inside his congee. He could not help but ask: "Yang, what you have right?"

Yang Bo was completely engrossed with the question, but when he heard the question, he was immediately stunned, "This is meat porridge with skinny skin and eggs."

Guo Bapi suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Leather egg thin meat porridge!"

As if he felt that something was wrong with his tone, Guo Bapi immediately continued, "Yang, you also said that your father's health is not good, it would be best if you could save up some money so that you can treat your father's illness in the future."

Yang Bo nodded, "I know."

Guo Bapi looked at Yang Bo's porridge, then lowered his head to look at his own porridge, and immediately felt that it was tasteless.

After Yang Bo finished his breakfast, he quickly tidied up the entire shop, and at the same time, customers started to come in from time to time.

It was a very hot day, but as they were close to the Royal Palace, there would always be a few visitors who would come in to take a look when they passed by the store. Yang Bo took a book and a small stool as he sat in front of the store.

Previously, Yang Bo would study the knowledge on antiques everyday, but that was all because he had nothing to do. He just wanted to do something for himself.

Although Guo Bapi was stingy, but in the end he was still engaged in this business, and had stored a lot of specialized books. Yang Bo had originally read through most of them, but he could only remember about a third of them, and now that his memory was exceptional, after looking at them twice, he could basically remember them.

Time quietly slipped away, and Yang Bo focused on his studies. Unknowingly, it was already noon, but after hearing Guo Bapi's loud shout from the inner hall, he suddenly woke up, and knew that he had to buy lunch again.

He took the money and walked towards the fast food restaurant familiarly. As he passed the entrance of the restaurant yesterday, Yang Bo could not help but look over, the old beggar was no longer around, the glass bead was gone too, but it seemed that good luck had also come from this, maybe this was a good thing to do. As he thought about how his father's illness had yet to be cured, he had a fantasy that some godly person would suddenly descend from the sky and give him 850,000 gold, or give him a divine medicine that could cure all diseases.

Only when he came to his senses later did he realize that the Heaven's Perfection Hero could never stop. Only by relying on himself could he create a future could he change his fate. Even if he had acquired a superpower, he would still have to work hard to learn it. Otherwise, he would have lost the treasure for nothing.

After buying lunch, Gu De Zhai actually had a guest inside, he saw a middle-aged man holding a long box, standing inside the shop, his clothes were shabby, his appearance was rather shabby, and he said, "Boss, this painting was passed down from my ancestors, it was created by a monk. If it weren't for the fact that my family's child had leukemia, I wouldn't have brought this painting, you know, this painting will be passed down from generation to generation, from generation to generation, and from generation to generation, it will only become more and more valuable!"

The middle-aged man bitterly said with a low and mournful voice, instantly bringing Yang Bo back to his senses. Wasn't his father the same as well? He couldn't be filial. If he couldn't save his father, what good would it do if he earned more money?

Putting the box lunch to the side, Yang Bo walked over and sized up the painting that Guo Bapi was looking at. Close up the scene is surrounded by white clouds, mountain peaks overlapping each other, winding paths. The vista was filled with winding paths, and the whole scene depicted the cleanliness and desolation of the mountains and rivers after the rain.

Then he looked at the signature, "Rainy Mountain Root Diagram", and there was a five verse poem, "Rainy Mountain Root White, pure as a cold night. "The peaks of the mountain groups stand in front of me in the clear Nana Fog …"

The seal is falling "Shi Xi" two words, the whole work clean and quiet, let people look at it and out of the world.

Yang Bo thought "good" in his heart, but he did not dare relax at all. His eyes suddenly lit up, and threads of light seeped out of the map, gradually converging onto the center of the diagram. The halo formed, and a ray of light flew out and entered Yang Bo's eyes.

It was more realistic!

— — The content is from [Mick Read]