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

Fang Chengyan and the raccoon cat looked at each other.

I saw it was thin and small, lying on the cushion with its hands in its hands and taking a nap.Sensing the man's gaze, it squinted disdainfully, and then never raised its eyelids.

"The name suits it well."

Song Zhi chuckled: "Don't ruin me, brother."

He poured all the phoenix dancong into the tea machine and sat down by the tea table.He is a young man who can be lively when he looks at the store alone, and he can chat with people without saying a word.

It's all about tea.

Song Zhi sat across from Fang Chengyan, and while boiling water, he talked with him, such as how to choose tea, how to bake tea, and he talked very carefully.Even though Fang Chengyan was indifferent from the beginning to the end and didn't say a word, he didn't let the atmosphere cool down.

"I just break my mouth, don't mind."

Fang Chengyan thought to himself, he was very self-aware, and just wanted to answer "Nothing".

Suddenly there was a loud shout from outside the door——

It's the delivery guy.

The clerk let out an "Ai", quickly put down the justice cup in his hand, and went out.The moment he lifted the curtain and stepped out the door, the sound of the rain outside instantly leaked into the room.An aunt with a black cross-body sports bag on her chest was driving an electric tricycle in a hurry, and was shouting: "Little tea master!"

"I'm coming."

Then, he quickly came back with a large bag of tea.

The transparent plastic bag in which the tea is packed is half a person's height, and at least weighs fifty catties. The tea leaves inside are filled so high and full that they even block the shop assistant's view.

Fang Chengyan saw that he was thin, but his arms seemed to be full of strength. On Song Zhi's exposed forearm, there were slightly juvenile blue veins.

Fang Chengyan asked slowly: "What kind of tea is this?"

"Alpine spring tea."

The fresh leaves just picked by the tea growers are packed in a bag, and together they exude a strong smell, elegant and long, sweet-scented osmanthus orchids, instantly filling the whole room, which also arouses Fang Chengyan's interest.

"I want some."

"No way," the clerk shook his head instead, not selling. "It hasn't been processed yet, just brew it and drink it, it's astringent."

"When can it be?"

"It's going to be evening anyway." The other party thought about it, and then said: "It has to be washed, raised, baked, and fried. It's complicated."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the tea machine also stopped.

Song Zhi hurriedly put the tea bags in his arms on the ground, went back to the machine, and skillfully picked out the roasted tea leaves, pressed them, and packed them into individual packages.After finally finishing his work, he was about to pass things to the customer, but when he looked up, he saw that the customer was talking on the phone.

Fang Chengyan stood by the door, looking at the foggy and rainy street outside, with a cold expression on his face: "We'll be there soon, don't worry."

"I parked the car elsewhere."

"If you need it, I will pick you up later."

I don't know what was said in the receiver, and the man said respectfully: "Yes."

Song Zhi waited patiently by the counter. Hearing the man's respectful and polite tone, he felt a little inconceivable.The man looks like a high-level business elite, but now this one is yours...

Song Zhi thought, this big brother is supposed to be the exclusive driver of some rich family, right?Is it possible to go out to buy some tea and go back to give gifts to the leader?

"Okay." Fang Chengyan hung up the phone.

When he took the tea from Song Zhi's hand and saw the package, he stared at the package with slight hesitation for a second. Although he didn't say anything, Song Zhi was keenly aware that this customer... seemed to be dissatisfied.

"What? Not to your liking?"

"En." Fang Chengyan put the tea on the counter and pushed it back: "I'm going to give it away, please pack it in a more advanced way."

"Okay!" Song Zhi hurriedly searched out all the bags of all styles in the tea house, and displayed them in front of the man. "Look, is there any suitable one?"

Seeing the customer's delayed response, Song Zhi said, "Don't be disgusted."

He pointed to the bunch of bags in front of him: "I assure you, this is already the most high-end bag on this street."

"It's not disgusting, it's just that it doesn't meet the preferences of the recipient." Fang Chengyan glanced at the package in front of him, looked up at the clerk, and said without a wave in his eyes: "Is that all?"

"That's all, it's all here." Song Zhi frowned: "It's raining now, and it's hard to find ready-made packaging for you. We have small capital and small profits. If you want to buy something more foreign."

"I recommend your family. You go to the city center and look for the store 'Zhi Lan Ming Pin'. There are all kinds of things there."

"It's too far away, I don't want to go." Fang Chengyan said.

He took a plane overnight and didn't sleep well all night. At this time, he didn't want to follow the map to navigate and drive to find a new store. He just wanted to rush to the old man's house before lunch.

Fang Chengyan himself is not a person who pays too much attention to these things, but the old man in the family is a very picky master. If there is something that doesn't suit him, nagging is a must.This kind of pickiness is especially reflected in the attitude towards birthday celebrations. Fang Chengyan and his uncle have suffered a lot for this since they were young.

Song Zhi hadn't heard any normal customer talk like this before, and he pondered for a long time, wondering if this person was going to fight.

"Then we don't have any here." Song Zhi reiterated in a strong tone.

"Is there any other way?" Although the man was expressionless, there was obviously no other meaning in his tone.

Song Zhi was speechless.

I thought to myself, this eldest brother looks so neat, why is it so hard to do something?

"I don't know the way, so it's your place. Is it convenient to contact the manufacturer in charge?" Fang Chengyan sat down in front of the tea table and reached for his wallet: "How much? I can pay more."

Hey, why is it such an axis!

He swallowed a few words, opened the drawer under the cash register, and finally compromised: "Sure, I'll check the phone book to see if there is anything I can deliver."

After finishing speaking, he squatted on the ground and rummaged through the drawer under the cash register with both hands.In the end, before I could find the manufacturer's number for the delivery, someone else called into my mobile phone.

The little clerk freed up a hand and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello?"

"Song Zhi, what about you, Zhang Lingze is back."

"I heard from others that he went to your house to look for you just now."

As soon as the receiver came up, these two sentences were thrown out.

Fang Chengyan's fingers froze when he saw him rummaging through things.

"Let me remind you, so that he doesn't have to pick you up first when he comes back... By the way, when are you going back to Beijing? You don't know what the fuck is thinking. You ran so far to sell tea in the south. I want to rub your hands." You can’t get enough people in a mahjong game.”

"Hey." Song Zhiyun replied lightly.

"Zhang Lingze... even called me to ask about you." The other party paused, and then said, "I ignored him..."

"What did he say?"

The tone is pretending to be casual.

"What can I say? The bullshit is no less than it used to be, asking if you are doing well."

"Of course I said yes. I said you are so good that you own ten big companies, and your father is not as happy as you." The other party asked, "When will you come back? You will stay there for a while." It's been a year and a half."

The clerk suddenly fell silent. He seemed to be frozen there, wanting to speak, but the corners of his mouth just raised briefly, and then he pursed his lips. He really didn't know what to respond, and his face was covered with extreme disappointment and depressed.

"I don't want to go back and face my dad's donkey face, you didn't see, because of this, he didn't even drink a sip of tea."

"I'm not going back."

He finally found the address book in the store, put it on the chair next to him, and quickly flipped through the pages with his fingers.

"..."

"Understood." The opposite party let out a long sigh, "Go ahead and talk about it when you have time."

The phone hung up with a beep.

The bright smile on the clerk's face also disappeared.

He silently picked up the address book, stood up from the ground, and found that the man was staring at him.

This customer has been watching him for a long time...

Song Zhi calmed down.

"That's it, let me ask, it may not work." He pointed to a string of numbers on the man's book, and called the number on it.Fortunately, the manufacturer was very talkative, claiming that the dealer happened to be nearby and would bring one of each new product later.

"It's done." Song Zhi threw the phone on the counter, "I'll be there in half an hour, you have to rest here with me again."

"how much is the total?"

He tapped a few times on the keyboard of the cash register, then raised his head and told the man: "Phoenix single clump is two catties, and the total is 4200. Wipe the change, and I will charge you 4000."

"Where's the packaging?"

"You don't need to pay." Song Zhi pouted.

The man took out his wallet and swiped his card.

"Your job as a driver is pretty easy, right?" Song Zhi didn't look at the other party when he spoke. He checked the cash register screen and did not forget to talk to people.

Fang Chengyan didn't know what the clerk was talking about, so he chose to ignore it.

"I will continue to sit for a while," the man said.

"Okay, welcome, I'm idle too." Song Zhi made a "please" gesture, and that kind of polite smile appeared on his face, which was completely different from the look of loneliness when he finished the phone call just now. different.

This time Fang Chengyan sat directly on the wooden chair next to the raccoon cat. He just sat down when he saw the kitten's ears retracted——

It probably heard the movement.

The man stretched out his hand and gently stroked the hair on the back of its neck...

When Song Zhi finished entering the account and looked at Mao Jian'er again, one person, one cat, and He Meimei and each other were already a family.

This picture is very harmonious.

Fang Chengyan's fingers were well-articulated, slender and strong, but when he touched the cat's head, they were extraordinarily gentle.I don't know if it's because of his ability to touch, or because of some magic in his palm, Mao Jian'er is extremely obedient under his palm, and even raises his head a little higher to cooperate with his touching.

"Is it good to touch?"

Song Zhi walked around the counter, squatted in front of Mao Jianer, and lightly stroked Mao Mao Mao's chin with his fingers: "It's only been fed for a month, and it's much fatter. When I first picked it up, the bones were exposed."

"is it?"

Mao Jian'er closed his eyes, looking like he was enjoying it, and made a pleasant "snoring" sound.

"It was also raining that day, and I saw it crawling under someone else's wheel, so I picked it up."

He reached out and touched the soft fur on Mao Jian'er's chest: "You poor little one."

The kitten is curled up, and the clerk squatting on the ground looks like he is curling up too.

"What about you?" the man asked, his voice was deep and magnetic, and this sentence even carried a hint of inexplicable meaning.

"what?"

what about you

Song Zhi felt bored.

Fang Chengyan was still gently stroking the back of Mao Jian'er's neck with his hand, from the smooth surface fur to the soft fur underneath, the touch was light, itchy and soft.With this posture, he condescendingly shifted his gaze to Song Zhi who was on the ground:

"You looked a little pathetic when you answered the phone just now."

This is very straightforward, but also very confusing.

But who is Song Zhi?

He is not an ordinary person.

After a few seconds of reaction, he suddenly chuckled.

He raised his head and looked straight at the man, narrowing his eyes slightly: "What? Say that, do you like me?"

"Very interested." Fang Chengyan did not hesitate.

Song Zhi also had a thick skin: "Thank you, there is nothing wrong with it."

"My sister-in-law often said that I've been so attractive since I was a child, it's okay." He looked at Fang Chengyan carelessly.

A half-grown young man, boasting himself, doesn't blush at all.

The author has something to say:

The CEO has a weird temper.