Treasure Eye

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 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!,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!。