Yang Bo's heart sank. 850,000 was too far away; he had no idea how to reach it. All he could do was pray to the countless gods and Buddhas, hoping they would help him achieve this!,"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!",Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, shook his head, it's really strange!。