Tofu Dongshi

After Zhen Zhigong sat impatiently in the hall for a cup of tea, the master finally appeared.

Song Zhi, that is, Song Wenyi, entered the door and clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Zhen is here, and Song is far away to welcome me. Please forgive me."

"It's easy to say." Zhen Zhigong was in a bad mood, and he didn't want to waste time talking with him, so he said directly: "Mr. Zhen came here today because he wanted to do business with Mr. Song."

Song Wenyi raised his eyebrows, "Oh? That's really my honor, but I don't know what kind of business it is?"

Zhen Zhigong said casually: "I would like to buy five dans of high-quality Ning Cui Chun tea from Mr. Song."

This Ningcuichun tea is Ningcheng's special green tea, and it is also a tribute tea that the Zhen family donates to the palace every year.Because this kind of tea has extremely high requirements on soil, climate, fertilizer, water, etc., and the yield is very scarce, if it is not well taken care of, it will be of poor quality or even die of old age. Therefore, even in Ningcheng, there are not many tea merchants who can grow tea with the strength and confidence.

A few days ago, he wasted all his energy and money, finally sent Zhao Guozhong away, and then he was busy secretly buying the remaining five loads of Ning Cui Chun tea.

It's a pity that after asking around among the tea merchants in Ningcheng, either the quantity is far from the same, or the quality is not satisfactory.When he was in a hurry to get angry, Zhen Zhigong remembered the Song family's Qingfeng tea house after someone reminded him.

In recent years, the Song family tea industry has developed rapidly. Not only has it made great achievements in the low-end tea market, but it has also begun to gradually update and upgrade the tea tree varieties in the tea house, and has allocated a large piece of fertile land to grow Ning Cui Chun tea.

Now that Ningcheng is so big, if there is anyone besides the Zhen family who can bring out five loads of high-quality Ning Cuichun tea at a time, there is probably only one Song family left.

From the original intention, Zhen Zhigong didn't want to buy from the Song family, because he didn't feel very good about Song Wenyi. He felt that this person looked gentle and scholarly and full of business, but he was more unscrupulous and ruthless in doing things than the old fritters who had been rolling around in the mall for many years. Very spicy.

However, the deadline for offering tribute tea to Jin was imminent, and he was eager to settle the matter as soon as possible so that he could get away and go to Sucheng to find someone, so he came to the Song family's Qingfeng tea house in person without much thought.

In his opinion, this business deal is of great benefit to the Song family, not to mention that Song Wenyi has tried to get closer to him many times before, so when he asks for tea at this time, he is giving the other party a future two-year-old. If there is an opportunity for family business, Song Wenyi must be flattered and flattered to offer it with both hands.

However, Young Master Zhen miscalculated this time.

Song Wenyi was not overjoyed and immediately agreed, but beckoned a steward to whisper a few words with him, and then gave him something, after the steward left in a hurry, he picked up the teacup that the maid had just brought, opened the lid and blew it He blew, and then took a sip in an elegant and gentle way, until Zhen Zhigong was so impatient that he almost turned his face, he said unhurriedly: "Song can indeed bring out five loads of high-grade Ning Cuichun tea, this sum You can also do business with Young Master Zhen, but there are a few conditions that need to be added."

Zhen Zhigong's face was livid, did Song Wenyi lose his mind and go crazy, he dared to negotiate terms with him?

Song Wenyi didn't even lift his eyelids, took another two sips of tea slowly, and then said: "Young Master Zhen, don't worry, this tea is the Ning Cuichun tea produced by my Qingfeng Tea House, Young Master Zhen may as well taste it Let's see if it is comparable to the quality of the spring tea produced in Guizhuang, so we can discuss business again, shall we?"

Zhen Zhigong immediately flew into a rage.

Ever since he entered the Ningcheng shopping mall when he was young, he has always been unfavorable. No matter how old his qualifications are, no matter how rich a wealthy businessman is, he dare not underestimate him. Now Song Wenyi, who is only a mere Song Wenyi, dares to put on airs in front of him again and again , It's really unreasonable!

Although he really wanted to pick up the teacup and throw it at Song Zhi, but he changed his mind when the situation came to an end.

He is not an arrogant young man in his teens who started doing things on his own but acted recklessly. In addition to buying Ning Cuichun Tea, he also wanted to confirm a more important conjecture when he came here today. Disruption ruined the event.

He would like to see what kind of support this person has, so he provoked himself uncharacteristically and frequently.

After making up his mind, Young Master Zhen smiled angrily, "Young Master Song's words are good, we should taste them first and talk later."

Immediately, according to what Song Wenyi said, he picked up the teacup and began to taste tea.

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At the same time, the cliffside attic.

After Song Wenyi left, Dou Jiafu began to think hard about countermeasures.

He is currently injured and weak, if he moves his hands and feet, he will definitely not be a match for the tall and burly brother Rui.So, several times he wanted to follow the example of the night before and find an excuse to drive Rui away, but the latter flatly refused.

When he was burning with anxiety, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared at the door, holding a small seal and waving at Brother Rui, saying: "By order of the young master, take Mr. Dou away."

That seal was something that Song Wenyi carried with him, seeing the seal was like meeting someone, Brother Rui immediately moved aside, and asked with a salivating face: "Guan Luo, what is Young Master Zhen doing here today? Are you looking for that Persian dancer?"

The fire in Dou Jiafu's heart was on fire, that vile and shameless bastard!Thanks to him being so worried about his safety, he kindly fed the dog!He should die, die, die! ! !

Steward Luo glanced sideways at Brother Rui, and reprimanded: "Stop talking, mind your own business!"

Rui Ge immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to make another sound.

Guanshi Luo said to Dou Jiafu again: "Young Master Dou, later I will take you to a place where you can see the young master of the Zhen family, but you can't make a sound or make any noise to attract his attention, otherwise, the young master of the Zhen family will I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome."

This is threatening Zhen Zhigong's personal safety.

Although he didn't understand what Song Zhi's intention was, it was a great surprise to see someone, and Dou Jiafu quickly nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Guanshi Luo carried Dou Jiafu on his back, walked out of the attic and went straight to the hall.When I got outside the hall, I didn't go in. Instead, I walked around behind and entered a small side room next to it.

There is a wall between the small side room and the hall, but that wall is not completely solid, and there is a landscape embroidery screen one foot wide and three feet long embedded in the middle, which is embroidered with some kind of silk thread. translucent.

Luo Guanshi didn't make a sound, and stretched out his hand to point at the embroidery.

Dou Jiafu looked up curiously, his eyes widened instantly, on the other side of the embroidered screen was a very spacious and elegant hall, Song Zhi and someone were sitting opposite each other at the guest of honor seat at the head of the hall, the two chatted and laughed while drinking tea , not to mention how harmonious it is.

But then he felt strange, how could he see the situation in the hall clearly, but that bastard didn't even look this way, treating him as air?

Well, yes, it should be the special function of the embroidered screen, one side is transparent and visible, and the other side only serves as an ordinary decorative effect.

Well, he'd like to see what the hell the bastard is doing here today!

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Zhen Zhigong in the hall took two sips of tea slowly, savored it seriously, and immediately praised: "That's right, the quality of the spring tea produced by my Zhen's tea house is comparable. Came to the right place."

Song Zhi smiled slightly, "As the saying goes, good wine matches a beautiful woman, but in fact, fragrant tea and a beautiful woman are also interesting." He clapped his hands twice as he said "Papa".

But after hearing a silver bell ringing crisply, a red cloud meandered in from outside the hall.

Dou Jiafu took a closer look, wasn't that just the Persian dancer Ziba who he didn't know? !

Seeing Ziba cheered, she opened a pair of jade arms like a bird flying into a forest, and threw herself into someone's arms.

A certain person was not polite, put his arms around the beauty's fragrant shoulders, lowered his head and smiled and said, "Ziba, I haven't seen you in a month, but you have become even more beautiful after birth."

Ziba's face was flushed, she was extremely shy, and replied in a slightly blunt and weird tone: "Brother Zhen, you are really handsome!"

The peeping person behind the embroidered screen was immediately blinded by a pair of sweet-talking men and women in the hall.

Brother Zhen, his teeth are going to be sour!

Song Zhi was still adding fuel to the flames for fear that the world would not be chaotic, "Young Master Zhen, since you left last month, Ziba has not been able to eat well and sleep uneasy, day and night I look forward to your coming to Qingfeng Tea House again."

"That's right!" Ziba stood up as she spoke, twisted her slender waist, her posture was graceful and graceful, and then she fell to Zhen Zhigong's feet again, frowning slightly, and said sadly: "Brother Zhen , Ziba lost weight, but Ziba has no regrets."

Zhen Zhigong laughed loudly, "Ziba, do you want to say 'the belt is getting wider and you will never regret it, and you will be haggard because of Yixiao'?"

Ziba nodded again and again, "Yes, Ziba is haggard, but Ziba doesn't regret it!"

Dou Jiafu was almost so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He didn't know what it means to "grow the clothes and never regret it, and make people haggard because of Yixiao". What do not understand!

Zhen Zhigong in the hall smiled heartily, and after a while, he stretched out a finger and shook, "Ziba, this sentence is not used in this way, it is inappropriate for you to say it."

Ziba looked at him in confusion, "Why isn't it suitable?"

Zhen Zhigong suppressed his smile, raised his eyes to look at a certain place, and said leisurely: "This phrase can only be used when one misses one's dearest and dearest. The love is deep without regret, and will never change until death."

Dou Jiafu was shocked suddenly, like a sharp arrow piercing his heart.

He understood this sentence, but it wasn't meant for him...

Ziba showed an expression of surprise and disappointment, and murmured: "The love is deep without regret, and will never change until death...Brother Zhen, isn't Ziba your dearest relative?"

Zhen Zhigong shook his head slowly.

"Who is that?" Ziba asked unwillingly, and his eyes lit up immediately, "Could it be, little wild cat?"

Zhen Zhigong was about to answer, but Song Zhi had already spoken first, "What kind of wild cat, don't talk nonsense. Ziba, I have something to discuss with Master Zhen, you should step back first."

"Yes..." Ziba seemed to be a little afraid of him, got up obediently, gave Zhen Zhigong a sentimental and sad look, and then reluctantly left the hall.

Although Zhen Zhigong denied that Ziba was his dearest and dearest, Dou Jiafu didn't feel any better because he heard Ziba mention "little wild cat" again.

Who is "Little Wildcat"? !

Dou Jiafu was so angry that he almost hit the wall, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !