Chapter 55

The person was taken to the police station, and Yang Bo followed to give a statement. When he came out, it was already daylight.

Yuan Yezhi stood in front of the police station, leaning against a white Jetta, "Get in, I'll give you a ride!"

Yang Bo did not refuse, and got into the passenger seat. After a sleepless night, he was now quite tired. He rubbed his face and then asked, "Have they been interrogated? Did you get any useful information?"

"They are a gang of roaming criminals. The bronze tripod they have is indeed a high-quality imitation. After casting, it was buried deep underground and then doused with fecal water. This way, it only takes about a year to achieve its current appearance."

Yuan Yezhi skillfully started the car and explained the results of the interrogation to Yang Bo.

Yang Bo nodded, "This is indeed the simplest method to forge a bronze tripod, but I always feel that this matter is not so simple."

"What else could it be? Do you think they actually have a real Shang-Zhou bronze tripod?" Yuan Yezhi asked.

"It's not impossible," Yang Bo explained. "I think it's highly likely because the bronze tripod is cast very well. Did you interrogate them about which museum's bronze tripod this is an imitation of?"

"I forgot to ask that. I'll give them a call!" Yuan Yezhi said.

When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Yang Bo opened the car door. Yuan Yezhi suddenly said, "Is it not good for me to pass by the hospital without going in?"

Yang Bo waved his hand, "It's fine, you're tired, go back and rest!"

Yuan Yezhi thought for a moment, considering that it wouldn't be good to go in empty-handed, and asked, "Which room is Uncle's ward? I can come and visit when I have time!"

Yang Bo, who initially felt unfamiliar with Yuan Yezhi and didn't want him to visit, suddenly thought that since his father had been hospitalized for so long and no relatives had come to visit, perhaps it was because they didn't know. Letting Yuan Yezhi visit would at least make things more lively, and maybe his father's mood would improve.

So, Yang Bo did not refuse and gave Yuan Yezhi the ward number.

Before entering the ward, Yang Bo felt a slight difference. The ward was not as quiet as usual, and laughter could be heard from a distance.

Yang Bo pushed the door open and saw quite a few people standing inside. They turned around, and he had to greet each of them, "Aunt, Uncle, Aunt, Uncle, you all came!"

Aunt, who was from the countryside and always straightforward, complained when she saw Yang Bo come in, "It's Xiao Bo. Your father has been hospitalized for so long, and you didn't tell us. You really haven't been home for over two years!"

Yang Bo smiled awkwardly, "I was in a hurry and didn't have time to notify you. I've been very busy lately, and I was negligent."

"Xiao Bo, you look even more handsome after two years," Aunt said.

Yang Bo blushed, feeling that the compliment was not quite appropriate for him, but he could only accept it, "Not much has changed."

Aunt-in-law was more practical and asked directly, "Xiao Bo, your mother said you arranged this ward. How did you manage to get a private room with a bed for a caregiver? Can you help me get one too? My mother has cerebral thrombosis, and the doctor said she needs to rest quietly, but there are no quiet wards in the hospital!"

Yang Bo walked over and glanced at the numerous gifts outside the bed. The family relations were still good, and they would help if they could, "This ward was arranged with a friend's help. I can make a call to see if there are any available rooms, but I'm not sure if they will accommodate me."

Yang Bo's response, neither refusing nor promising, made Aunt-in-law look at him more favorably.

Aunt-in-law nodded, "It's fine, just try. If it costs money, just let me know, and I'll pay you back!"

Yang Bo nodded, "I'll do my best!"

Yang Bo knew that if he made the call, Luo Yaohua would likely be able to arrange it, but there was still a chance of failure. Moreover, if it was too easy, it might give others the wrong impression. In the future, relatives from his hometown, even distant ones, might come to him for help, and he would have to decide whether to help them or not.

The attention of the crowd shifted back to Yang's father.

Uncle took out a card from his pocket, "Brother-in-law, I've been urging you to come to the hospital for a long time. You were afraid of the cost, but we've saved all our lives for the elderly and children. When it comes to treatment, you must get it!"

"I don't have much money, but there's 100,000 yuan on this card. Take it and use it for treatment. If it's not enough, I'll go back and borrow more. We can't give up when there's hope!"

Aunt also took out a stack of cash from her bag, "That's right, you can't just give up on treatment. Your family has had a tough time these past two years, and your eldest son hasn't been very successful, but at least you have the second son! Get well, and you can enjoy Xiao Bo's success in the future."

Aunt and Aunt also took out money.

Yang's mother did not take the money, but her eyes were already red. The family had saved money for a year to treat Yang's father, and they had considered asking their siblings for help, but each family had its own difficulties. It might have been possible to gather 300,000 to 400,000 yuan, but 700,000 to 800,000 was out of the question!

So, at that time, Yang's father had already prepared to stay at home and wait to die. But later, Yang Bo became successful and earned money, giving the family hope.

Uncle saw Yang's mother refuse to take the money and said, "Sister, take it!"

"No, Xiao Bo has already prepared the medical expenses. You can take the money back," Yang's mother explained.

"What? Already prepared?"

Everyone was shocked. Two years ago, Yang Bo had performed poorly on the college entrance exam and failed to get into university. Everyone had felt sorry for this diligent child. Now, he could come up with several hundred thousand yuan?

Uncle looked at Yang Bo, "Xiao Bo, what do you do now?"

Yang Bo hesitated slightly, thinking about the question. He had quit his job at the antique shop and was now working for himself, "I'm an individual entrepreneur!"

"An individual entrepreneur?" Uncle was suspicious, "When did individual entrepreneurs start making so much money?"

"I bought an antique shop and now deal in antiques," Yang Bo explained.

"Antiques?"

Everyone in the ward was surprised. With the popularity of treasure appraisal shows, the idea that antiques are valuable was deeply ingrained. Ordinary people could only see such things in museums, so their appearance in real life was quite shocking.

"Running an antique shop? Don't you make a lot of money?" Aunt-in-law asked in surprise.

"Making money is one thing, but losing money when you make a mistake is another," Yang Bo said.