Chapter 6

Holding the bank card, Yang Bo was extremely excited. Five thousand yuan was equivalent to one-seventeenth of 850,000 yuan, but it was his first step. With this five thousand yuan, he had more possibilities to multiply it and accumulate enough money more quickly!

Next, he must use this five thousand yuan to find good deals. With more capital, the speed of making money would certainly increase significantly. Also, he could get his father admitted to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. However, the source of the money was hard to explain. Using the reason of winning a prize might work temporarily, but with more income coming in, it would be difficult to explain.

It was too early to call home, so Yang Bo laid down the folding bed and thought for a long time before finally falling into a deep sleep.

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Yang Bo was awakened by a harsh and stern scolding. The sky outside the window was already bright, and a fat face suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him. He quickly reacted, "Boss, good morning!"

Guo Bapi was furious. Because he was too excited yesterday and had a couple of drinks, he came a bit late today. He couldn't believe that his employee hadn't even opened the shop by nine o'clock, so he couldn't help but scold him, "Yang Bo, what did you do last night? Why are you so late today? Do you not want to work anymore? There are plenty of people who want this job. If you don't want to work..."

"Get up early every day, clean the shop, boil the water, and sweep the front of the shop..."

Yang Bo quickly tidied up his bed. He had experienced this scene countless times. If it weren't for his parents' peace of mind, he would have quit long ago. He remained silent until Guo Bapi got tired and stopped.

"Alright, I won't say more. Go buy me some porridge, just plain porridge." Guo Bapi finally stopped and threw ten yuan to Yang Bo to buy breakfast.

Yang Bo took the money and walked out.

When he returned, Yang Bo had two breakfasts in his hands. He handed the plain porridge to Guo Bapi, who couldn't help but look at him. He saw that Yang Bo had also bought a bowl of porridge and even a youtiao, which was completely unlike his usual behavior. This made him hesitate, "Xiao Yang, why are you eating breakfast today?"

Yang Bo looked up, "For good health, it's better to eat something."

Guo Bapi watched as Yang Bo drank the porridge and ate the youtiao, "Oh, then eat quickly. You still need to clean up after eating."

Yang Bo nodded and started eating, thinking about what excuse to use when calling home.

Guo Bapi stared at Yang Bo and began to feel something was off. It seemed like there was something in Yang Bo's porridge. He finally couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Yang, is that not plain porridge?"

Yang Bo, lost in thought, was startled by the question, "This is century egg and lean meat porridge."

Guo Bapi's eyes suddenly widened, "Century egg and lean meat porridge!"

Realizing his tone might have been off, Guo Bapi quickly added, "Xiao Yang, you've said before that your father is not well. You should save more money to treat him in the future."

Yang Bo nodded, "I know."

Guo Bapi looked at Yang Bo's porridge and then at his own, feeling a sudden loss of appetite. The sense of superiority he usually felt was damaged, making him lose interest in eating.

After finishing breakfast, Yang Bo quickly cleaned the shop. At this point, customers started to come in intermittently.

Nanjing is known as a "furnace," and it was August, so the weather was hot. However, because the shop was near Chaotian Palace, some tourists who had visited the Nanjing Museum would stop by. Yang Bo took a book and sat on a small stool at the door. When customers came in, he didn't have much enthusiasm to greet them because he knew most people were just browsing.

Previously, Yang Bo had studied antiques every day, but it was just something to do in his free time. Now that he knew he had a special ability, he was more eager to learn new knowledge.

Although Guo Bapi was stingy, he had a lot of professional books in the shop. Yang Bo had already read most of them but could only remember about a third. Now, with his improved memory, he could remember most of the content after reading it twice, so he had to reread the books.

Time passed quietly as Yang Bo focused on his studies. Unconsciously, it was already noon. He heard Guo Bapi call from the back room, reminding him to buy lunch.

Taking the money, he went to the fast-food restaurant as usual. Passing by the place from yesterday, Yang Bo couldn't help but look. The old beggar was gone, and the glass bead was nowhere to be seen. But it seemed his good luck had started from there. Perhaps it was true that good people get good rewards. Thinking about his father's untreated illness, he had once fantasized about a divine person suddenly appearing and giving him 850,000 yuan or a miraculous drug to cure all diseases.

Later, he realized that the way of heaven is to strengthen the self-reliant. Only by relying on himself could he create a future and change his destiny. Even with his special ability, he still needed to study hard. Otherwise, he would lose the value of the treasure he had.

After buying lunch and returning, he found that a customer had come to the shop. A middle-aged man was holding a long box and standing inside. He was dressed in tattered clothes and looked very destitute. He said, "Boss, this painting is a family heirloom, created by the monk Kuncan. If it weren't for my child's leukemia, I wouldn't have brought this painting. You should know, this painting is meant to be passed down through generations, and it will only become more valuable in the future!"

The middle-aged man spoke in a low, mournful voice, which made Yang Bo think of his own situation. His father was in a similar state, and he couldn't fulfill his filial duty. If he couldn't save his father, what good would all the money be?

Putting the lunch aside, Yang Bo walked over and examined the painting that Guo Bapi was looking at. The painting depicted a rocky cliff with ancient twisted pines, pavilions, and a clear stream. A scholar was fishing alone in a boat. In the middle, white clouds swirled around the peaks, and a winding path led to a secluded place. In the distance, the mountains stretched out, creating a scene of cleanliness and tranquility after the rain.

Looking at the signature, it read "Rain Washing the Mountain Roots," and there was a long five-character poem, "Rain washes the mountain roots white, as clean as a cold night river. In the clear mist, the peaks stand before me..."

The seal read "Shixi," and the entire work was clean and elegant, making one feel refined.

Yang Bo thought, "Good," but he didn't dare to relax. Suddenly, a light shone from the painting, gradually converging in the center. A beam of light shot out and entered his eyes. Yang Bo was suddenly delighted. This light circle was even more substantial than the fish basket vase!