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

He and Fang Chengyan are completely familiar with each other.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, just as he was about to send the man away, Fang Chengyan's footsteps suddenly stopped at the gate.

He turned around.

"Where is the venue for the competition?"

"Ok?"

"Didn't you tell me to watch it?" The man's voice was very low, his eyes were deep, and his whole body was full of power, making people feel pressure when they looked directly at him.

Song Zhi immediately reacted: "Ah, it's just in front of the tea market."

"My sister-in-law said that she wants to occupy a good position, but she doesn't know exactly where she can occupy it."

He didn't expect Fang Chengyan to take his casual polite words seriously, and now that he heard that the other party really planned to come, his face was a bit reserved: "I'll send you a message when the time comes."

"The competition was quite sloppy, and there were not many people participating in it. You can definitely find me."

"it is good."

After Fang Chengyan made an appointment with him, he walked in the direction of the building where his office is located.

Early the next morning.

Chen Zhengrong began to busy herself with preparations, but she saw Song Zhi, the person involved, sifting tea alone on the corridor by the back door, as if not feeling nervous at all. She put down the towel in her hand and asked him:

"Xiaozhi, are you ready?"

Song Zhi turned around.

"Okay, it's all there." He casually pointed to the wooden tray on the table.

The sister-in-law took a look and found that there was only a snow-white towel, teapot, glass, tea bags, tea tweezers, and nothing else on the tray.

"that's it?"

The sister-in-law thought about the things on the tray for a long time, but she always felt that it was not enough. She was ready to move the tea table over...

"I've been cleaning the tea case for a long time, can't I use it?"

Song Zhi put down the screen and told her, "That one will be used in the finals."

The sister-in-law looked at him suspiciously again. Seeing that he was calm and calm, she didn't panic at all, so she couldn't say anything else: "Okay, you just have to have an idea in your heart."

Fang Chengyan was not busy that day, but on the afternoon of the competition, the TV station in Qingyuan Town unexpectedly came to his office and claimed to conduct an interview.

This is a small local TV station, and it rarely works.

They had heard about the construction project in the development zone a long time ago, but their work efficiency was very low, and no one wrote the manuscript. Today happened to catch up with the government's tea making event, and they finally went out to work for a while, so they interviewed Fang Chengyan together.

At this moment, President Fang's expression is not good. He has settled all the affairs, and he just intends to make time for the afternoon.

How could one have expected that a TV station would come to the door suddenly without contacting in advance?

"We are short on time, and we have to go to the tea market later. The interview will last for about half an hour. Please forgive us for the lack of preparation for the manuscript." The female reporter put on delicate makeup and wore a With a decent smile, he said to the handsome man in front of him.

"Is that so?"

The man raised his hand and glanced at the watch, without even looking at her.

In a few seconds, he made a decision: "I'm going to the tea market too, please go there and interview me."

The air pressure in the office became a little low. The reporter didn't seem to show a welcoming attitude when he saw people, and his smile was a little stiff: "Not here?"

It's already five forty.

"Yes, very sorry."

"I'm in a hurry, let's go first."

After the man finished speaking, he took his suit jacket and strode away.

The reporter, cameraman, and assistant were left looking at each other.

"Do rich people look down on others so much?" The female reporter put away the formatted expression on her face and complained angrily.

"We didn't say hello, no wonder people." The photographer said.

"Come here for nothing."

She looked angry: "Chasing."

The game started at six o'clock, but the sister-in-law dragged Song Zhi to arrive at four o'clock.

The sister-in-law took a seat in the front row closest to the judges' platform and asked Song Zhi to practice a few more times there.

The desks for the judges and contestants were pulled from the elementary school next door. The tabletop was tattered, with many signatures left by elementary school students and holes cut out. The sister-in-law looked at the hole for a long time, and finally went home to find a plain tablecloth. .

After spreading the tablecloth, Song Zhi put the saucer on the table, and it finally looked a little better.

The degree of sloppiness can be imagined.

Song Zhi was nagged by his sister-in-law, and practiced more than a dozen times in panic, but he couldn't go on anymore. Boringly, he moved the few tea sets he brought back and forth, and smoothed the tablecloth so that it didn't have a single wrinkle. .

When Fang Chengyan came all the way, Song Zhigao raised his arms and waved to him.

The man responded with a nod, and began the interview on the street corner.

The female reporter found a suitable background, held up the microphone, and started to work: "Hello everyone, welcome to "The Voice of Qingyuan". The national trade turnover of the tea industry in our town in the first half of the year has achieved national attention. In July, the land north of the Phoenix Tea Field attracted many bids from investors, who are committed to building and putting this land into a new economic development zone, and today we are honored to invite Mr. Fang from World Properties."

The camera turned to Fang Chengyan.

The female reporter asked again: "May I ask why you are interested in this piece of land in Qingyuan?"

The president briefly introduced himself and replied: "Qingyuan's tea industry has great potential for development, and the northern part of the tea field is close to the national highway, which can serve as an important export platform for Qingyuan's tea products."

"According to the country's land management regulations, our company and the administrative department made an overall plan for the Qingyuan land in September this year. Our development funds are sufficient. I will ensure that it meets the work and requirements of the local economic department and pay attention to the planned land use. Putting the funds into practice will bring the greatest economic benefits to Qingyuan Town."

Relying on her good professionalism, the female reporter smiled and nodded frequently beside her.

Song Zhi saw Fang Chengyan concentrate on dealing with the reporter from a long distance away.

He is not dressed like he used to be today.

The suit jacket was casually draped over the arm, and inside was a high-grade black shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little. In addition, his shoulders were broad and straight, and his head and shoulders were perfectly matched. When he stood there, he attracted the attention of many passers-by .

Song Zhi looked at it for a long time, and felt that brother Cheng Yan had a certain temperament.

But seeing the man's human appearance, he couldn't help but want to use some words to tease Fang Chengyan.

The more serious people are, the more he wants to be hippie. If he doesn't get angry, he won't be strong in his heart.

When Fang Chengyan finished the interview and walked towards him, Song Zhi started.

"Brother Cheng Yan is really busy."

"After walking a few steps from the office, you were interviewed by the beautiful sister?"

Fang Chengyan bypassed his words and said to him, "Don't be nervous during the competition."

"If it succeeds, I will take you to the bar."

Song Zhi smiled nonchalantly: "Master, I'm already very relaxed."

It was past six o'clock, and several village leaders finally arrived.They were dressed very plainly, and they didn't drive, they just walked.

The old and young people in the small town who are keen to join in the fun formed a circle, and five tables were placed in the center. The contestants were Song Zhi from Rijian Tea House, the proprietress of the tea house opposite Song Zhi’s house, and twin sisters from the old Liu’s family, a big tea seller. There are two, a burly man who packs and delivers goods in the tea market, and an old man who loves to drink tea.

After the old branch secretary sat down, he turned on the microphone, and he slowly pressed the microphone with his index finger, and the device immediately issued a "squeak--" current sound.

He "feed" there for a long time, until Tian Jiamu reminded him repeatedly: "Uncle, I can hear it, I can hear it, let's start."

That's the end of the audition.

The old party secretary pushed his glasses and began to speak in Mandarin with an accent.

After the three leaders finished speaking in turn, everyone had to listen to Tian Jiamu read the manuscript.

He organized the event by himself, and he also wrote the manuscript until midnight yesterday.

There are thousands of characters in an article, but none of them are fake nonsense.

From the overall plan that is beneficial to the construction of the hometown to the preliminary plans for such activities in the future and other details, the lines are full of true feelings.

Song Zhi sat down there obediently, thinking from the bottom of his heart that this young man was really nice.

Then, he heard Tian Jiamu announce the official start of the game.

The two sisters from the old Liu’s family immediately began to move. They were twins, sitting at the same table, as if they had a telepathic connection.

Lao Liu is one of the best tea vendors in Qingyuan Town and has raised three children.The eldest daughter is named Liu Tutu, and the second daughter is named Liu Mingming. They are both very beautiful, with the delicacy and delicateness of girls from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with fair skin and Qiushui pupils.The youngest is a kid who dropped out of school early, and is a well-known street bastard in this area, named Liu Chacha.

Because the activity is outdoors and there is no water source, the hot water is brought up by five young guys, most of whom are 17 or 18 years old.

Liu Chacha was impressively among them.

He usually doesn't help his father load goods at home, he just wanders around the street every day, not doing anything serious.

The same is true for logistics this time, he came here for his sister.

Just because he heard from his sisters that no one else is troublesome, and the only threat is a little tea master from Rijian Tea House.

So Liu Chacha took the initiative to ask Ying to deliver hot water, otherwise, he wouldn't do such a thankless job.

Liu Chacha had met Song Zhi before, and knew that he was good-looking, the type that little girls like, so he felt displeased. Doesn't this boy from out of town from Beijing just look a little rich?

When others sent out all the hot water, he played tricks in the house, boiling the water so hot that it couldn't be hotter, and even found a thin iron pot and removed the handle.

Liu Chacha clamped the pot with small coal tongs, then went out and handed it to the little tea master from Rijian Tea House.

Song Zhi was picking up Taiping Houkui with tea tweezers, when he suddenly raised his eyelids to look at him.

There is no handle, how can this be connected?

Song Zhiben couldn't speak, but now he can only tell him:

"Thank you, put it there."

Liu Chacha pursed her lips, her expression seemed to say, "Will you take it or not?"

Song Zhi suddenly understood that the son of a bitch was probably here to find trouble.

But helplessly, the game has already started, which means it cannot be stopped.This event is so random, where the hell did you find such a bastard?

What was even more exasperating was that he still had to endure the heat, and took the pot of tea dignifiedly, and put it on the table.

The moment Song Zhi took it with his hands, it was so hot that he almost threw the pot out.

Hold.

One hundred! !

But since the competition is about tea art, he can't make any abrupt movements.

Thinking about government procurement, Song Zhi gritted his teeth, maintaining a normal look on his face.

The iron sheet is hot!

It's going to burn people to death!

Song Zhi had never done any rough work in the real sense in his life, and his hands, with delicate skin and tender flesh, directly touched the bottom of the pot, causing his fingertips to turn red instantly!

Enduring the sharp pain in his fingertips, he put the pot neatly on the upper right corner of his desk, and he had killed Liu Chacha no less than a hundred times in his heart.

But if you want to enter the second round, you must withstand it.

The sister-in-law also felt that something was wrong, and whispered: "Is the pot skin too thin? Is it hot?"

Fang Chengyan blushed when he saw Song Zhi in the crowd. He walked around the crowd, strode over, stood next to Chen Zhengrong, and keenly noticed Song Zhi's red fingertips.

When Song Zhi and Chen Baiyu talked on the phone yesterday, the hot water used to make tea was in a thermostatic pot, but it was only 70 degrees!

The little tea master was still yelling: "Fuck, I'm scalded to death!"

But now, Fang Chengyan secretly glanced at the tin pot without a handle, white air rushed out from the small hole in the lid, it must have exceeded 70 degrees...

Song Zhi couldn't be allowed to endure the heat any longer.

He immediately walked into the room where the young children had been, quickly took a good teapot from there, put a wet towel on it, filled it with hot water, and put it back on Song Zhi's table.

The little tea master has always maintained a generous and decent image, pretending to tinker with tea there.

The teapot had just been put on, and he gave the man a grateful look, then held the handle, and poured hot water into the glass naturally, as he had practiced repeatedly, preheating, heating up, and shaking the inner wall Twice...

I fuck his uncle's dog!

Song Zhi kept silent.

In fact, I was so wronged that I almost cried.

Woooooo Brother Cheng Yan...

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