Treasure Eye

The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,Yang Bo nodded slightly, then turned to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner later.,The old beggar held the glass bead in his hand. He'd been holding onto it all along!。