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.,Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin frame, Yang Bo felt a wave of hesitation wash over him.,Yang Bo took out his own fried rice and picked up a pair of chopsticks. Suddenly, he thought of a question: where did the glass beads go。