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!,Guo Pi let out a light hum, took the lunch box and ran into the store to eat it.。