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

After living in Beijing for a month, there is still no news of a buyer coming to Qingyuan's tea house.

Every day at home, the little tea master would talk to his mobile phone: "Is it because my advertising is not professional enough?"

Click on the picture and text, and read it again and again.

"No problem, my information is so bright and perfect."

He asked Fang Chengyan beside him puzzledly: "If you have a need, would you consider it?"

The man pondered for a while.

"If it were me, I would."

"That's really weird. It's been a few months, and no one has come to ask..." Song Zhizhi muttered, "I haven't revealed the price yet, so should I do it?"

He marked up the price in his mind, deleted it all, and lowered it down.

Fang Chengyan glanced at the number lightly, and almost gasped when he saw it: "...Are you planning to make a loss-making business?"

Song Zhi continued to worry about the screen, and heard the man persuade: "It's better to keep it."

"In the future, we will collect a season of spring tea every year, and we will collect a year's worth of tea at a time. It will be good for the tea house you are just starting to operate now."

Seeing that Song Zhi was thinking, Fang Chengyan personally made a plan for him that night.

The marketing strategy is very simple. After the tea is harvested in the spring, the fresh tea leaves are taken to the north for processing, and the two advantages of tea origin and process transparency are publicized.

The business of the tea house is already idle, not to mention that he is also a master who fishes for three days and spends two days drying nets. It is better to accept the order one year in advance, and only spend a short time in spring every year, and the rest of summer, autumn and winter...

It will all belong to Fang Chengyan...

In the second half of the sentence, the president held it in his heart and didn't say it.

"is this okay……?"

Song Zhi was very tempted.

So far, his tea house has only a few scattered customers, such as Fang Chengyan's grandfather, his father's colleagues, and the District Chief Sun whose head was broken... But it is impossible for this shop to rely purely on human relations. Keep it on for a long time.

The shopping mall usually opens at ten o'clock in the morning, and there is no one in front of the tea house until half an hour later.It's really meaningless to guard an uninhabited place all day long. It's better to make a good publicity, and target customers with higher demand for tea in the divergent area around the store.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi readily agreed.

From this day on, his mentality became much better, and he searched for Fang Chengyan more frequently.

When you don't want to open the door, simply hang the contact information on the door and be a hands-off shopkeeper.Occasionally, a new customer came in the store, and he was willing to chat with him, and he was generous, sending samples to everyone. Over time, he actually managed to save a little bit of orders for next year.

Everyone thinks that he is a trustworthy young man, and the most commendable thing is that he obviously doesn't have much pursuit of money. When he enters the store, he never encourages customers to spend. , not much to keep.

Song Zhi really doesn't have much pursuit of money.

For the first month alone, collecting a wave of rent from the mall shop that Mr. Fang gave him is already good enough.

After two months, he saved a down payment for a car, consulted Fang Chengyan for advice, then cleared all the money in his pocket and bought a new car.

In the car shop, he took photos and sent them to his brothers.

Xiang Bin: [Yes, Xiaozhi. 】

Chen Baiyu: 【Ah, I can't call you Master Song anymore. Come on, Binzi, change your name to Audi owner. 】

Xiang Bin: [Okay, Audi owner. 】

I don't know what new realm Song Zhi has entered in his life, so he suddenly said: [I suddenly feel that money is still very easy to earn. 】

Neither responded.

I don't want to pay attention to this ignorant prodigal son.

Song Zhi: 【Why ignore me? 】

10 minute later.

Song Zhi: [ Still ignore? 】

1 minute later.

Song Zhi: 【I'm getting married. 】

Chen Baiyu: [I'm ignorant, I am ignorant! 】

Xiang Bin: [What should I say? 】

Song Zhi: [I just got a certificate with him last week, and I will go to the south to get married in March next year, and I will come when the time comes. 】

Xiang Bin: [You... I'll find you after get off work!Come out and talk! 】

The three brothers met downstairs in Fang Chengyan's apartment at night. Song Zhi walked out and told them what happened. Chen Baiyu and Xiang Bin kept shouting.

Chen Baiyu: "Then you are about to become a married woman!?"

Xiang Bin was equally shocked: "How did he subdue you?"

Song Zhi raised his head and chuckled lightly: "Could it be because I like him and am willing to submit to him?"

"Don't hold back... Cherish your few unmarried days! In the future, if he controls you, can you still let the wind go as you like?"

"Let's go to the bar tonight?" Chen Baiyu suggested.

When Song Zhi heard this, he shook his head: "I won't go."

"We agreed to have dinner with Fang Chengyan tonight."

"Yo!" Chen Baiyu turned his head to Xiang Bin with an incredulous look on his face: "Listen! I must have heard it wrong."

"You are really under control." Xiang Bin said.

"He is a big businessman, and he has a way of dealing with Song Zhi."

Song Zhi: "Okay, don't bother me. If I don't go, that place is not interesting."

"Really?" He looked at Song Zhi's face, "I haven't seen this guy for a year, is it really like this?"

Song Zhi was not happy to listen: "Why do you call it honest?"

"I told you not to stay at home before, so I called you, and you came out very quickly."

"It's really cowardly to be controlled by others now."

Song Zhi said stubbornly again: "Who is the coward?"

There was the sound of a car approaching in the distance, Song Zhi looked over there, and it was indeed Fang Chengyan's car.

"He is back."

"Then how about..." he pondered, "I'll ask?"

Under their gaze, Song Zhi stepped forward and shouted at the front of the car: "Fang Chengyan!"

The man slowed down slowly and rolled down the window.

Song Zhi walked over a few steps: "My friend called me to the bar tonight."

The playmates behind him were all waiting to see his response, how could Fang Chengyan refute Song Zhi's face and say no?

The president's expression was calm, and he held his hands on the steering wheel: "Well, which bar?"

Song Zhi reported his name.

well.

Not the one he lingered on before.

"Of course." Fang Chengyan said softly, "When will you be back?"

Song Zhi thought for a while: "Seven o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Fang Chengyan: "..."

Seeing that the other party's face was not right, Song Zhi immediately changed his words: "Then...before three o'clock in the morning?"

Fearing that Fang Chengyan would have to compress the time, he climbed in through the car window, put his arms around his neck and gave Beer a resounding kiss on his face: "It's just three o'clock, I'll talk about it later."

The two brothers looked stupid to him in the background.

"Let's go!" Song Zhi didn't go there for a long time, but he was actually very excited, "Get in my car, I'll drive!"

Sitting in the back seat of his new car, Chen Baiyu sighed leisurely: "I told Binzi that you behave badly in front of others every day."

"You really lived up to expectations..."

……

in the bar.

As soon as Song Zhi met his friends, he couldn't help but get drunk.

Unknowingly, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the president was still at home before anyone came back, so Fifty called.

The friends were all singing, but when they saw Song Zhi answering the phone, they all turned their attention away and asked who it was with malicious intentions.

A voice called over there: "Xiaozhi."

Then he didn't speak any more.

When Song Zhi was looked at by them like this, he was very imposing in an instant: "Why?"

The other side replied calmly as usual: "...it's all right."

"What's the call?"

"What do you mean?"

Fang: "Nothing interesting."

Someone was laughing and saying, "Damn it, you're so stubborn,"

"Call here at this hour," Song Zhi shouted after being drunk, "Who doesn't know what you want?"

"I'll tell you what time it is."

He hung up the phone with a snap.

Friends praised him for his toughness, and Song Zhi was very helpful.

At six o'clock in the morning, one or two of the young people in the box fell.

A man in a suit and leather shoes walked into the compartment and saw many young and beautiful girls sitting in the long booths. Song Zhi sat in the corner alone with his legs crossed, and fell asleep in the booth with his head tilted.

Fang Chengyan stood in front of him and said coldly, "Is that how you slept?"

"Close your legs."

The drunk man raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and spread his legs wider: "?"

"I'll leave it open."

Lying on the big comfortable bed at home, the moment his pants were taken off, Song Zhicai woke up instantly.

The stubborn fire was extinguished by cold water and turned into a wisp of green smoke on the grave.

……

Song Zhi recalled the difficult first night in his life, and tears pooled around his eyes.

"Leg." He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand: "Close it for me..."

Fang Chengyan turned his back on the bed, fastened his buttons, and got ready to go to work:

"Leave it open."

……

President Fang has always been busy, but he is also very reliable. No matter where he goes on business trips, he will report to Song Zhi.

When to get on the plane, when to get off the plane, when to go home, when to arrive at the door, the itinerary will let him know.

On this day, the president who was away on a business trip sent a message during the day, saying that he would be home at ten o'clock in the evening.

Song Zhi prepared a sumptuous dinner and obediently waited for Fang Chengyan to come back.

But at 09:30, the president sent another message saying that someone came to him suddenly and asked Song Zhi to eat first, and said that he might be late when he got home, so he told him not to wait.

Looking at the dinner for two on the table, Song Zhi didn't eat it, and waited on the sofa until he was too sleepy to open his eyelids——

The man who hurried home still had the coldness outside, bent over to the bed, hugged his waist a little higher, held both sides of his trouser waist with both hands, and took off his pajama pants.

Two slender white legs were exposed, and Song Zhimi stared dreamily:

"Hmm... are you back...?"

"Ah."

Fang Chengyan was about to kiss him after not seeing each other for many days, Song Zhi was so sleepy that he couldn't cooperate, so he turned his head: "...are you busy tomorrow?"

President Fang felt so guilty when he heard it.

Hugging him even tighter, she quickly took off her clothes and lingered around his neck:

"I will resign tomorrow..."

……

The wedding of the two came in a blink of an eye.

At the end of March, Song Zhi and Fang Chengyan returned to the south together.

After the catastrophic flood in Qingyuan, some old houses in the town collapsed seriously. Some people saw that these old buildings were useless, so they bought new houses with government subsidies.

In addition, the building safety feedback under the name of Century Real Estate was good, and everyone saw how stable the real estate was in the flood, so they were all sold out as the president had budgeted at the beginning.

The completed business district has a significant driving effect on the entire development zone, and the local government's plan to focus on the tea industry as the economic structure has also progressed smoothly.

It can be called the beauty of clouds and rain, the beauty of adults.

The little tea master bought the first batch of spring tea in the town and hired a lot of people to pick tea leaves from the tea bushes all over the sky in the early morning light.

The rising sun shone on his fair side face, Song Zhi stood in the tea field, sweating profusely, and lowered his head to sniff a tea tree.

"It smells good."

This is Song Zhi's first time to collect tea according to Fang Chengyan's plan. What will happen in the future, everything is still unknown, but this aroma makes him feel very energetic, and he can't wait to think about the process of making and brewing...

……

The place where the little tea master and President Fang will get married is in the tea field.

Song Zhi was not at all happy to choose here. When he came back the first day, he stood at the bottom of the hill and looked up, and he was completely dumbfounded.

He found the upper tea fields—

In the dark green ocean, there is a square sea of ​​white flowers that is particularly conspicuous.

It was the one he rented.

After a year of growth, the white camellias are in full bloom and crowded.Because no one takes care of it, it grows wildly. The flowers are in large clusters and are full in shape. There can be ten flowers on one stem. The blossoms are white and dusty, and none of them have been bitten by red spiders.

I heard from the elder sister in the nearby field that since he left, these flowers have started to grow wildly.Someone pinched the flower buds for him, but after pulling and growing, he finally found that the seedlings were full of flower buds.

He didn't choose the right seed for his feelings!

Hold.

Song Zhi was very helpless, wondering if he should cut off all the flowers and replant tea trees.

The eldest sister persuaded him: "It's a pity that the branches have finally grown strong. You can sell flowers for a lot of money."

"..."

After his parents and sister-in-law came to Qingyuan, they also advised him that since the flowers are good, it is better to keep them and only grow flowers.

Song Zhi frowned again and again: "I'm a tea grower. I grow this tea and tell others to laugh it off."

"Cut it all off and send it to be pressed for tea oil. Tea oil is much more expensive than tea leaves."

When Chen Baiyu arrived in Qingyuan, he stared at the flower field in astonishment, turned his face and said to Xiang Bin, "You told us about planting tea before, so they thought about it long ago?"

"Plant a slope of flowers and send yourself to marry—"

The two faced each other, chirping and laughing crookedly.

Song Zhi was so angry at his bad mouth: "I said, can you get out..."

Anyone else with this attitude would think that Song Zhi is acting like a good boy because of the cheap tea oil.But if it was Song Zhi, everyone would not think so, because he was really full of resistance from head to toe.

No matter how beautiful the white camellia is, the little tea master doesn't want to take a second look.

The wedding venue was set up in a field full of camellias, and the ridges were paved flat, with log-colored tables and chairs and exquisite dessert plates.

The flowers are set against the white wedding items, the sun is gentle, the blue sky and white clouds are accompanied by the breeze, and the scene is as beautiful as a painting.

After the friends and relatives of both parties arrived one after another, the simple wedding that Song Zhi repeatedly asked for began——

The two stood side by side in white suits, completing the ceremony under the witness of foreign priests.

"Mr. Fang Chengyan, are you willing to accept Mr. Song Zhi as your significant other? Are you willing to stay by his side, love him, and protect him no matter whether you are rich or poor, high or low, or sick?"

Fang Chengyan waited for this moment for an unknown how long, when the breeze blew, everyone heard him say firmly.

"I am willing."

"Mr. Song Zhi, are you willing to respect and love his family, live with him alone, and spend your whole life with him?"

Song Zhi blushed thoroughly, and clenched the man's palm tightly: "I am willing."

There was exaggerated cheers from Chen Baiyu and the Liu family sisters.

The breeze is coming, and someone is throwing white petals in the air, and the air is full of elegant natural atmosphere, dreamy and beautiful.

The people in Qingyuan Town were watching from a distance, but they were immediately greeted by Song Zhi and invited them to eat high-end flowing water seats.

He saw all the tea stall owners in the crowd, saw Uncle Zheng, who was in better spirits, and greeted them one by one, but Tian Jiamu was the only one missing.

Song Zhi asked Liu Mingming what was going on, but Liu Mingming replied, "He said he planned to see you again next spring, and asked me to wish you a happy wedding."

"So..." Song Zhi frowned.

But immediately after, he was grabbed by the waist by the man who came over: "Go to eat?"

Song Zhi turned around and smiled at him: "Okay."

After everyone left their blessings after eating, they gradually dispersed.

Yide hoarded a lot of meat and bones on the ground, and it circled around Song Zhi enthusiastically, then ran away on the ridge with the bones in its mouth.

In the evening, it began to rain lightly.

The white wedding curtains were removed, and the two parties had already sneaked off to hang out in the tea market.

The proprietress at the side of the road saw the smiling little tea master and joked, "Are you so happy today?"

Song Zhi said yes, and thanked everyone for their tolerance and understanding of his wedding.

She said openly: "What's the matter? You and the big boss can do whatever you want, as long as you're happy. We all like to see you happy."

happy?

Song Zhi froze in the breeze.

Everyone seemed to be saying that to him.

The night before the wedding, Song Zhi found the birthday celebration video that Fu Zhe had handed over to him, and a voice that Song Xiang hadn't heard for a long time sounded in it: "Xiao Zhi, happy birthday, I wish you happy every day from now on."

Mother leaned against the bedroom door: "I see you are happy, I am not tired..."

The old man's voice echoed in his ears: "I think you are a pretty rogue, be happy, there will be a long time to come."

Tian Jiamu told Fang Chengyan: "You make him happy..."

The screen turned to Zhang Lingze's face full of shame and regret: "I'm gone, Xiaozhi, please be happy, don't be sad because it's not your fault..."

Happy...a little?

These words with different voice lines and intonations surrounded his world, so many that Song Zhi was a little dazed for a while.

The little tea master suddenly fell into a little thought.

In other people's expectations, should he be a happy person every day?

Tiny water splashed on the bluestone road, he stepped over a puddle, and saw not far away, a man with a slightly faster footsteps stopped specially, turned around and waited at the corner of the street where there was no one there.

Fang Chengyan stood on the spot with a stalwart figure, and stretched out his hand towards him with a gentle and brilliant expression.

Song Zhi's eyes brightened slightly.

Of course he would continue to be happy, he thought—

He quickened his pace, and the moment he held that big hand, he was immediately covered with a thick and warm suit.

There may be gaps in life, but from now on, it will gradually return to completeness.

The light rain is still pattering.

The two walked into the rain curtain hand in hand, and their backs gradually disappeared at the end of the tea market street.

End of the full text.

The author has something to say:

It's over! ! ! (screaming and running to tell each other

At 53:[-] in the morning, I finally finished the last chapter of "Little Tea Master". This is the first time the author has written such a long article in his life (crying and laughing).

In August last year, I passionately wrote an article, and it didn't take long for me to face the start of school.

Little Tea Master and President Fang accompanied me through a very bleak and depressive day when I was planning to drop out of school every day.

Fortunately, everything has survived, and the text has finally been rounded up bit by bit by me.

I clicked on a few chapters at random just now, saw the previous update in the middle of the night, and found that writing an article is really a wonderful process. Until the last moment of writing, the author himself didn't know how to finish it. The beginning of "Little Tea Master" , which began when the author passed by a tea house one day, a very vague image popped up in his mind.

In a simple and elegant tea house, sits a young man in his 20s. Because he grew up pampered and well-off, he doesn’t have to worry about making a living at this age, and has developed this slightly mature hobby.

His image may be because the author subconsciously wants to live a lazy and leisurely life, but I also know that hard work is an essential part of life, so President Fang, who is the opposite, conscientious and diligent, came into being...

Knowing, the explanation on the Handian website is: talk about, teach hunting and combat experience, and then extend it to be smart and enlightened.

The meaning of Chengyan is that rivers flow through mountains and rivers and merge into the sea, which embraces everything.

No matter how much the little tea master makes mistakes, there will always be a gentle and steady President Fang who will forgive him and love him, arrange everything for him in advance, lead him to face difficulties, and take him home.

I hope that in the future, whether it is in studies or in writing.

I can have the free-spirited and casual attitude of the little tea master, and I can also have a little bit more motivation and diligence of President Fang.

Thanks to the readers who supported me all the way, I bow to everyone here!

PS:

The author will make minor revisions to the text from beginning to end. If there is a "modified/updated" reminder displayed on the page, just ignore it~

[Cooking Tea Hundred Ways] See wb for progress details, because the stupid author of wb forgot to change the bound mobile phone number, the previous one can no longer be used, the new account name: You Kezhui_

The next book is "Pheromone Trapping Straight Ball School Bully"

[Can't smell the pheromone?So soak until he can smell it. 】

Cool fishing school student omegaX straight ball sports student bully alpha

The two books that currently have copywriting in the column are the campus texts of cookies that are not of the same type as "Little Tea Master".

If you write something with a similar style, you will have to wait for the next copy qwq, the title of this article is tentatively set as "The Man Transformed into an Omega", and the column is still in the state of [pre-receipt and occupation].

The down-and-out favorite son Shou X, who was transformed from a to o, was rejected by the confession many years ago, and then the indifferent marshal alpha, who gradually climbed to the peak of power, took revenge on the United States and the strong, and his blood was sour and sweet.

The advance receipts are all placed next door. If you are interested, please move to the author's column!

Thank you again, goodbye~ (waving