The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Not long after the logistics truck left, Song Zhi was cleaning at the back door.

Busy and busy, I heard someone calling him "Little Tea Master" outside.

Song Zhi turned his head and saw Liu Laozhi pushing a tricycle at the door, accompanied by his three children.

Four pairs of eyes looked at him in unison.

Song Zhi stopped holding the mop, and called them, "Come in."

Liu Laozhi smiled and waved his hands: "We're here to give you something, let's go right away, we won't go in."

After finishing speaking, Liu Chacha struggled to lift a big basket with both hands from the back of the tricycle and walked into the tea house.

Song Zhi looked into his arms and was taken aback, egg.

"Little tea master, you can take it, it's all from the chickens fed by my mother."

"Who can finish this?" Song Zhi told him, "I'll be leaving right away."

Liu Chacha's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion, "You really decided to sell the tea house?"

"Ah."

"Take it back. My home is a few thousand kilometers away from here. There are so many eggs. If they don't break on the road, they will be broken."

The child insisted on him accepting him, pushing and shoving.

Song Zhi picked up the three in one hand, and said that he would serve scrambled eggs with green peppers tonight, so he was willing to give up.

Liu Laozhi sighed: "Oh, it feels like you haven't been here for long, why are you leaving?"

"Last time you said at the dinner table that you wanted to sell the tea house. I asked Daxian for instructions later, and he said that you can sell it. By the way, do you remember the last time my daughter-in-law asked him to marry you?"

Song Zhi has been listening.

"He didn't figure it out."

"Tell me this time that your red luan star is moving, good things are not far away."

Song Zhi smiled: "OK."

"You must come and see us often in the future." He said sincerely.

Liu Tutu and Liu Mingming were not as sad as their father, and told Song Zhi: "You go back with the big boss."

"We both support you in doing this."

"We are going to be like Brother Jiamu, go to Beijing for the university entrance examination, start a company there in the future, and call you when the time comes."

Song Zhixin said that the two of them were worshiped by each other Chengyan, and replied: "Okay, I'll wait."

After sending the Liu family away, Song Zhi took the eggs to the hall and put them on the table.

Fang Chengyan was sitting behind the cash register, settling the accounts for last year's mess for him, raised his eyes and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Given by Liu Laozhi."

Song Zhi was thinking about what Liu Laozhi told him, and there was always a smile on his lips that he couldn't get rid of.

Fang Chengyan looked puzzled: "What are you having fun with?"

Song Zhi: "Le Wo's fortune-telling is accurate."

Fang Chengyan asked: "What's the matter again, so happy?"

Song Zhi told him enthusiastically: "That blind man is really reliable. He said... um... Anyway, he is quite accurate. I also asked him if I can make a fortune in the future. He said yes, and today I have confirmed it. I think I'm better off."

Fang Chengyan stared at his bad debts, and was silent for two seconds: "...um."

"Why don't you believe it?"

Fang Chengyan: "No."

"He's got a lot of things right." Song Zhi leaned his butt against the cash register, and the more he said, the more evil he said: "The blind man figured out that Liu Laozhi is going to have a daughter, and it really is a daughter! Earlier it was said that his family could give birth to a daughter." There are four children, and now it’s really all four!"

Seeing Fang Chengyan, he was unmoved.

Song Zhi made fun of himself, picked up an egg and spun it on the table, making it spin like a top.

Turning around, he suddenly ran out of words: "We also have four children. Three will play mahjong with me, and one will run the company with you."

Fang Chengyan stared at him, then said, "Okay."

"As long as you can live."

"I can afford it."

……

From time to time, passers-by pass by outside the tea house and take a look inside.

They saw the little tea master knocking on the side of the stairs with a wrench in his hand, and suddenly lost the wrench, as if he didn't know where he was hurt, and he frowned and didn't know what to say.

He acted like a baby, didn't want to work, and ran to the big boss.

The big boss was checking something, took his palms, put it to his mouth and blew, and let him sit down to finish the rest by himself.

The little tea master knows what people like very well.

The big boss hurts him.

They circled their arms and "popped" their relatives' faces.

……

Finally waited until the day to leave.

The car drove to the entrance of the town and passed the tea hill.

Fang Chengyan suddenly mentioned: "Aren't you going to visit the tea fields?"

Song Zhi curled his lips and said, "There's nothing to see."

You don't need to think about it to know what the result is. The dead branches and leaves must have fallen all over the ground, which is very uncomfortable to see.

Fang Chengyan asked again: "Aren't you going?"

"not going."

After returning to Beijing.

Song Zhi sent out the news of the sale of the tea house that night.

Fang Chengyan took Song Zhi to the mall and handed over all management rights to him.

Afterwards, Song Zhi casually strolled around the shopping mall. He pointed to a small facade at the side door and said that this was a tea house, and the rest would be rented out.

The things sent back from Qingyuan are stored in the underground warehouse of the shopping mall, and it is very convenient to move them.

Song Zhi spent two days tossing about the new store. He heard that there was a tea exhibition near the mall, so he went there and walked around.

In the division of a big tea utensils brand, there is a store selling tea pets.

He was immediately attracted by a meditating dragon, turtle and tiger on the display window.

It is made of purple sand, with a dragon's head, a human belly, and a turtle's back. It has a majestic and ferocious face, an eight-pack of abdominal muscles, and the cassock is half off.

One word, handsome.

Song Zhi was eager to try it, and then looked at the price.

18 million.

"..."

In the end, he spent 2000 yuan, settled for the next best thing, and settled on another favorite.

When he came to find Fang Chengyan the next day, he came in with a white paper bag from a certain fashion brand.

"I bought something."

He was still a little embarrassed, scratching his head: "I'm thinking about it, I'll give you one."

Fang Chengyan called him over.

Song Zhi walked to the desk.

Fang Chengyan stopped all activities and watched.

Song Zhi took out a small sink and two pottery pigs from his bag, and put them on his black desk.

——One pig is on all fours, looking away, and the other pig is buried in the sink, drinking water.

"Tea pets, in pairs."

Fang Chengyan picked up one to look at, and commented: "Very cute."

"That's right!" Song Zhi said, "At first I was interested in one, but that thing is too illusory, I think this one is better, fat pig, it sounds down-to-earth, and it is easier to make a fortune."

Fang Chengyan put it back in place: "I want to ask, what is the tea pet for?"

He was thinking seriously: "Where do I need to put it?"

"Put it here."

Song Zhi pointed to the low tea table in front of the sofa.

"Every time you finish drinking tea, if you can't finish it, if there is any root left, you can pour it here, soak it, and keep it."

"Raise it?" Fang Chengyan didn't understand these methods, "How do you say it?"

"If it is raised, its texture will change, and the price will be more expensive?"

So serious, Song Zhi was not happy at all: "Culture, understand."

"You big businessman is really vulgar."

After he finished speaking, he walked around from the opposite side, went to Fang Chengyan's side, and pointed to Fang Chengyan: "It's you who is throwing hysteria into the sky."

"I am the only one drinking water."

"Understood." Fang Chengyan nodded.

"Do you understand now?" Song Zhi raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." The man said, "You are the way to make me think more about how to make money."

"Turn you up as a pig."

"..."

Song Zhi's eyebrows jumped up, and he waved his hand: "Yes."

"Understand how you like."

He turned around to leave, but a powerful arm behind him directly pushed him back by the waist, and put him down on his lap.

"Don't go." Fang Chengyan said, "Let me see if you have the potential to become a pig."

The big hand lifted the hem of the clothes, pushed it up, and moved over Song Zhi's chest and shoulders.

Song knew him and stood up: "I'm going to the tea house."

"Go." Fang Chengyan let go of him.

"See you tonight."

Song Zhi got up, staggered away.

The moment the door was closed, Fang Chengyan picked up the landline receiver on the table, called the store manager, and asked Song Zhi where he was yesterday and what he was looking for there.

……

When Song Zhi came back the next day, Fang Chengyan had already placed the expensive dragon, turtle and tiger on the table.

The little tea master saw it as soon as he entered the door. Without saying anything, he walked over with a light smile, picked up the little fat pig that was drinking water with its head down, and placed it vertically in front of the dragon, turtle and tiger, with its four hooves resting on its abdominal muscles. , it looks like he is licking madly while holding a good figure.

The tea pet who had a majestic aura...he became astringent and weird with one operation.

Song Zhi sat on Fang Chengyan's lap and explained to him: "I wanted to buy it at first sight yesterday, mainly because I thought it looked like you, tsk, it's blocked."

Fang Chengyan said: "Take it away, put it on the tea table in your tea house, and leave the pig to me."

Song Zhi circled his neck and looked around on the man's table, trying to see what Fang Chengyan was doing.

"Are you busy today?"

"not busy."

Song Zhi: "Me too, I haven't seen a living person in the tea house this morning."

He watched Fang Chengyan concentrating on the stock market chart on the computer screen, wrote a bunch of economic terms he didn't understand on the paper, and listed a bunch of numbers later, feeling bored.

What the fuck.

Song Zhi pointed to a word and asked, "What is this?"

The man explained to him.

He listened for a while, and became impatient again.

President Fang saw if Song would listen or not, so he stopped and started busy with work again.

At this time Song Zhi asked again:

"The stock market looks good, or do I look good?"

"..."

There are a bunch of blue and red bars on the screen, running through several green, purple and yellow lines.

The president kissed him: "Do you need to say anything?"

Song Zhi moved his face closer: "You have to say it."

Fang Chengyan held his shoulders and asked him to sit upright: "Let me see."

He glanced at the screen and compared Song Zhi's face carefully.

Song Zhichao raised his eyebrows at the man: "Does it look good?"

Fang Chengyan nodded: "Well, it looks good."

Song Zhi was so idle that he went crazy: "Then kiss me."

"..."

Fang Chengyan pushed the document aside: "You asked for it yourself."

……

Song Zhi lay softly on the black leather sofa, watched Fang Chengyan take something from the drawer, and was about to go out, and told him before leaving: "I'll be back in a while."

Song Zhi understood what he was going to do.

Not long after the man left, he dragged his two weak legs to follow.

In the sight of the secretary, the young man with limited mobility walked up to the president who was lighting a cigarette at the corner, and said, "Whoever sees has a share."

Fang Chengyan frowned.

"Together."

Fang Chengyan seemed helpless: "Is this really the case?"

Song Zhiwu said, "Yeah."

Fang Chengyan didn't want to give it.

It’s okay to use this thing once or twice, but if you have a withdrawal reaction, you can’t stop smoking it.

He didn't want Song Zhi to do the same.

He watched helplessly as the little tea master put the cigarette in his mouth, and bowed his head to ask for fire with ease.

Fang Chengyan stared at his lips.

"Hurry up, light it up." Song Zhi pushed the man's hand and asked him to take out the lighter: "Let's go together."

Fang Chengyan watched him for a long time.

"Impressed……"

He took the cigarette off the opponent's lips, took out the mechanical lighter and the cigarette case, and threw them into the trash can in the corner.

"I won't smoke anymore."

Song Zhi just gave up.

The secretary looked stupidly.

Since then, she has never seen President Fang smoking again.

Song Zhizhi is very good at grinding people.

For example, when Fang Chengyan was driving, he was sitting in the passenger seat and playing with his mobile phone. Suddenly, he reached out with his left hand, and undid the fifth button on Fang Chengyan's shirt. Then tie it on him.

Another example, when two people are shopping in the supermarket, Song Zhi walks ahead, Fang Chengyan pushes the shopping cart behind, seeing that he is picking things seriously, when he looks up, he finds that there is no one in the aisle, without any sign, he turns around and plunges into Fang Chengyan's arms , I want to hug the man here for a while.

When someone came to Fang Chengyan's office, he didn't have time to entertain him, so he just played with his mobile phone on the sofa and licked ice cream. , make the ice cream more exciting.

Although the consequences are at your own risk.

But even so, he still owes his son, if he doesn't pamper Fang Chengyan, he will never be happy.

In May, the temperature is getting warmer, and the central air conditioner of the Century Real Estate Building has been turned on.Fortunately, there is an air conditioner, otherwise the two of them would be tired every morning, and Song Zhi would stick to Fang Chengyan, always unwilling to get up.

Looking around, touching, making a fuss.

Then something shiny fell out of the man's shirt pocket.

Ding--

The metal fell to the ground, dragging the sound.

Crisp and nice.

The two turned their heads and saw what had fallen on the ground, and fell silent at the same time.

"..."

"..."

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