Huang Zixing saw Yang Bo's resolute attitude. Although he was unwilling to do so, thinking of Yang Bo's identity and background, he couldn't say much. He waved his hand behind him and said, "Retreat!"

There were many people watching at the scene. Seeing Huang Zixing evacuate so easily, everyone was surprised and couldn't help but look at Yang Bo curiously.

Yang Bo ignored these people. He turned to the boss and said, "How many people escaped from the bill here just now? I will pay for it!"

"Sir, please stop joking, no need!" the boss said quickly.

Yang Bo took the card and still insisted on compensation, but the boss was determined not to accept it.

Lian Yong grabbed the boss's arm and said, "Since Mr. Yang wants to pay the bill, just accept it!"

The boss turned around and looked at Lian Yong, then nodded and responded, "Not much! It's just over three thousand yuan in total, just give me three thousand!"

Yang Bo didn't say much and handed over his bank card.

The boss swiped the card and asked Yang Bo to swipe the password and returned the bank card.

Yang Bo and the other three got into the car and sent Peng Min home first, and then Yang Bo and Zhang Yi went back.

Zhang Huaixi and his wife were sitting in the living room. When they saw Yang Bo coming back, they hurriedly greeted them.

Zhang Huaixi opened his mouth and wanted to ask a question, but Yang Bo was here and he didn't have the nerve to ask.

Yang Bo nodded towards them and turned back to the room. He knew very well that Zhang Yi would definitely tell her parents what happened today.

Back in the room, Yang Bo took his mobile phone and wanted to make a call to China, but after thinking about it, he gave up. His current strength is still a little bit weak. If he can break through to the late stage of Qi Refining Realm, he will be much safer.

For him, it's still a bit dangerous.

Yang Bo washed up, went back to his room, meditated and rested.

The next day, Yang Bo got up and was about to go out for breakfast, but saw Huang Zixing sitting at the dining table.

Huang Zixing quickly stood up and pointed towards the dining table, "I heard that Mr. Yang likes Huaiyang cuisine, so I prepared something."

Yang Bo glanced at the table and saw that Zhang Huaixi and his family were hiding far away. No one came out. He couldn't help but frown, "How long has Mr. Huang been here?"

Huang Zixing was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled and said: "It didn't take long, it didn't take long!"

"You Bamboo Union are quite domineering in what you do!" Yang Bo said.

Huang Zixing didn't understand what Yang Bo meant, but he knew that his life was entrusted to Yang Bo, so he was inevitably more polite when he spoke, "Mr. Yang, our Bamboo Union is pretty good at what we do. We shouldn't be too overbearing!"

"I usually eat with the Zhang family. Why are they all gone this morning?" Yang Bo walked to the dining table, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Huang Zixing did not expect that Yang Bo would be angry because of this matter. He quickly said: "I will invite them out right away!"

Yang Bo waved his hand and glanced at the table, "No need to invite them, let's go out to eat. I'm afraid that you will be too aggressive and scare them. I live here and it's already a lot of trouble. First Songlian, now

It’s the Bamboo Union again, you two have come over one after another, putting too much pressure on them.”

Huang Zixing said quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, our Bamboo Union is very principled in doing things and will never bother them!"

Yang Bo nodded, stood up, and walked out.

Soon, the two came to a morning tea shop, entered the private room, ordered a lot of food, and started eating.

After breakfast, Yang Bo looked at Huang Zixing, "You said yesterday that you were taking me to a place. What did you want to see?"

Huang Zixing said quickly: "Mr. Yang, I heard that you like antiques. I happen to have the same calligraphy and painting here. I am a rough man and can't understand what this painting is like, so I wanted to let you help me taste it."

After that, Huang Zixing walked out, ordered the teahouse waiter to come over and pack his things, and then came over with a brocade box.

After cleaning up the table, Huang Zixing took a piece of red cloth and spread it on the table, and then spread a layer of yellow silk cloth on it. Then he placed the brocade box on the table. He opened the brocade box carefully and said to Yang Bo:

"Mr. Yang, please look!"

Yang Bo took a look and saw a yellowed scroll in the brocade box. Brilliance flashed before his eyes, and a thick halo appeared on the surface of the scroll. Yang Bo immediately made a judgment that this scroll was a work from the Song Dynasty!

Yang Bo ignored Huang Zixing. He carefully took out the scroll, placed it gently on the table, and slowly unfolded it, so that the entire painting appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a painting of flowers and birds. The flowers and birds in the painting are beautiful, elegant and lifelike. The thick and light colors of the brush and ink express the fluffy and soft feeling of the bird's feathers and the colorful colors. It has a very artistic style!

Yang Bo looked at the signature again, and his eyes suddenly widened. This "Sketch of Rare Birds" was actually written by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty!

"What a painting!" Yang Bo couldn't help but praise it.

Huang Zixing admired Yang Bo when he saw it, and he quickly said: "As long as Mr. Yang likes it, as long as you like it!"

Yang Bo smiled and turned to look at him, "Mr. Huang is serious, how did you get such a painting?"

Huang Zixing said quickly: "I usually like to collect some antiques, but I didn't expect that Mr. Yang would study these antiques so deeply. I also read your lectures at Teikyo University some time ago. You taught so well!"

Yang Bo naturally would not be deceived by the other person's compliments. He smiled and said, "What happened to what you said yesterday?"

When Huang Zixing saw that Yang Bo finally mentioned this matter, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Yang, I'm afraid you still can't tell that I'm terminally ill now!"

Yang Bo stared at Huang Zixing. He had never paid attention before. Now looking at Huang Zixing's pale face and sallow arms, he couldn't help but frown, "What's the disease?"

Huang Zixing said quickly: "It's brain cancer. I've asked the doctor and he said there is no way to operate and can only use conservative treatment. The doctor said I may leave at any time now."

Yang Bo stared at Huang Zixing and saw that he had a tumor in his brain. The tumor was quite large and could endanger his life at any time.

Yang Bo frowned slightly. In his eyes, there was really no big problem in exchanging Huang Zixing's life for a "Sketch of Rare Birds". However, considering Huang Zixing's identity, he had to hesitate. After all, if Huang Zixing really did many evil things, he

If you save one person, you will harm countless others!

"Mr. Yang, if you have any requests, just ask them! As long as it can cure my disease and let me live a few more years, I will definitely do it!" Huang Zixing said.

Yang Bo looked towards Huang Zixing and said, "Your status in the Bamboo Federation is not low. What if I ask you to give up your status in the Bamboo Federation? Will you do it?"
Chapter completed!