A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!",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.,After the guests left, the boss, Guo Pi, walked around the bottle with a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely and couldn't help but show off to Yang Bo: "This bottle is from the early years of the Qing Dynasty. Although it's not as good as previous eras, I bought it for 50,000 yuan and can easily double my money by selling it! Hehe!"。