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Yang Bo's meaning was very clear. He was not involved in any underhanded deals. He came to Boss Liu only because Boss Liu's prices were fair. If Boss Liu kept asking questions, he might just go to another shop.

Boss Liu understood Yang Bo's meaning well and stopped talking about that. Instead, he said, "Xiao Yang, you make the offer."

Yang Bo's heart was not calm. It was time to make an offer again. Before coming in, he had checked the prices of paintings by the Four Eminent Monks. Zhu Da, the Eighth - Mountain Man, had the highest - priced paintings. Kun Can was less well - known, so his paintings were priced much lower. However, there had been a significant upward trend in the past two years, so he had to be cautious when making an offer.

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand!" When Yang Bo made this offer himself, he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. Eight hundred and fifty thousand was the number he had been dreaming of day and night. Even though he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't help but blurt it out.

Boss Liu laughed in disbelief. He didn't expect Yang Bo to ask for such a high price. "Xiao Yang, you're really bold."

Boss Liu stroked his beard and thought for a long time. Then he said, "The price gap is too large. According to the market price of Kun Can's paintings, the representative works are priced at about a million or more. For this painting, at most... I can offer two hundred thousand."

Yang Bo was relieved. It would have been strange if the other party had accepted immediately. "According to the current market price trend, Kun Can's paintings will definitely have further room for appreciation. Surely you can see that."

Boss Liu smiled and said, "You know it yourself. That's just a future trend."

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Boss Liu, this is our second cooperation. I believe there will be a third, fourth, or even fifth cooperation soon. For this 'Rain Washing Mountain Roots' painting, I don't want an overly high price. Three hundred and fifty thousand."

Boss Liu hesitated. He didn't expect the two to cooperate again so soon. Yang Bo's words made sense, and it was up to him whether to believe it or not. "Okay. Then three hundred and fifty thousand. I just hope that next time you get a nice item, Brother Yang, we must cooperate again."

Yang Bo nodded. "Okay."

He seemed calm on the surface, but little did anyone know that Yang Bo's heart was like a surging wave. On the surface, it seemed simple - three hundred and fifty thousand was in hand. But for him, the anxiety during the negotiation process was almost maddening. Since receiving that call, he had felt like there was a huge stone weighing on his heart, and now it was only slightly relieved.

The difference between three hundred and fifty thousand and eight hundred and fifty thousand was five hundred thousand, but he had taken another step towards his goal.

After the transfer was successful, Yang Bo clenched the bank card tightly with both hands. He took out his mobile phone, found his mother's mobile number, and listened to the sound of the call connecting. He couldn't hold back his excitement. His nose felt a little sour, and tears welled up in his eyes. During this period, he had been under tremendous pressure. The figure of eight hundred and fifty thousand had even become his life goal, just to be able to get his father into the hospital as soon as possible.

"Xiaobo," his mother's somewhat hoarse voice came through the phone.

"Mom, I just transferred two hundred thousand into your account. You bring Dad to Jinling and arrange for hospitalization first," Yang Bo said, wiping his tears, though his voice was still choked.

"Xiaobo, where did you get so much money? Even if we don't treat the illness, we can't make money through immoral means. We can't steal or rob others!" Mother Yang's voice suddenly became sharp. In her decades of simple life experience, it was impossible to earn two hundred thousand out of thin air.

"Mom, don't worry. This money is obtained cleanly," Yang Bo quickly controlled his emotions, and his voice became a little louder. "I work in an antique shop, right? I've learned a lot of antique knowledge in the past two years. Last night, I was in the ghost market - it's a night - time market. I spent two hundred yuan there to buy a painting. Mom, do you know? This painting turned out to be genuine and was identified by an expert here."

"In the blink of an eye, the two - hundred - yuan painting was sold for two hundred thousand! You take this two hundred thousand first and treat Dad. Bring Dad to Jinling. The medical conditions here are good."

After all, Yang Bo was only twenty years old and hadn't even celebrated his twentieth birthday yet. When talking about asking his mother to bring his father for treatment, he couldn't help but get excited.

Yang's mother listened to Yang Bo all the time. After a long while, she sighed. "Xiaobo, I've also asked the doctor. Your father's illness requires at least eight or nine hundred thousand. If it's serious, it may even cost a million. Such a burden is not something our family can afford. I'll save this two hundred thousand for you."

"Mom!" Yang Bo couldn't help crying out. "Mom, if Dad is gone, what's the use of this two hundred thousand?"

"Xiaobo, your father and I don't have great abilities. We can't give you good conditions. There's no foundation in our family. We can't leave you with such a big burden. This two hundred thousand is for you to marry a wife. If your father can hold his grandson before he leaves, I think he won't have any regrets."

"Mom..."

Yang Bo covered his phone and sat on the steps in front of the bank, his eyes blurred with tears. The reason he transferred the money back was to tell his parents that he had the ability to make a large amount of money. But he didn't expect that they had already made their plans, which made him extremely painful, filled with guilt and a sense of grievance. All the calmness and composure he had pretended to have were completely shattered at this moment.

Previously, according to his original plan, he wanted to collect eight hundred and fifty thousand as soon as possible, prepare the medical expenses, and then bring his father over for treatment. He still had the ability. He was sure that he could prepare the remaining five hundred thousand in the shortest time.

I will definitely succeed!

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to the shop. He heard Guo Baba complaining, "Xiao Yang, I'm not blaming you, but what time is it already? Didn't I tell you that I have things to do this afternoon? You have no sense of time..."

"Boss, I had something to do just now," Yang Bo interrupted Guo Baba's complaint. This was the first time he had done so.

Guo Baba was surprised. He didn't expect Yang Bo to interrupt like this. However, seeing Yang Bo's red and swollen eyes, he held back his words. "Xiao Yang, work hard. I have to go now."

Yang Bo sat in the hall, took a sip of tea, and was lost in thought for a while. Although Guo Baba was stingy, like a miser, and talked a lot of nonsense, he was still a decent person. But this wasn't enough to make Yang Bo stay.

Since getting the first fifty thousand yuan, Yang Bo had started to think about leaving. However, he hadn't yet got the full eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan, and after leaving, he still needed to find a place to stay, which was really troublesome.

However, since he had made up his mind to leave, he needed to tell Guo Baba when he had the chance.