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

"Good!" Everyone clapped their hands and applauded.

The technician wearing glasses was especially excited. He is a well-known tea cultivation technician in this industry. He has participated in many activities like this over the years, but he has never seen such a wonderful competition.

Although there are only three players, all of them are good players!

He looked up at Song Zhi, and then looked at the crowd on both sides. From the old to the young, from men to women, each had their own abilities, which was amazing.After all, it has been an important tea town for hundreds of years, and everyone has a good handicraft.But why is it so behind?

The technicians only knew that Qingyuan Town is rich in tea, with a pleasant climate and tea fields all over the mountains and plains, but it has always been used as a domestic reserve raw material and has no reputation in the tea industry chain.

Qingyuan tea farmers have high-quality tea, but they don't get the corresponding rewards for their hard work. It can be said that they are completely poor.

The technician adjusted his glasses, turned his head and praised Tian Jiamu in a low voice: "I didn't expect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in your town!"

When Tian Jiamu heard this, he grinned.

The technician then said: "I'll go back and write the report carefully, and let the higher-ups pay attention."

"Thank you, thank you! Sorry to trouble you!"

Tian Jiamu quickly stood up and thanked him. His eyes lit up. When the technician wrote the report and made the people above him familiar, he would be able to allocate more funds to the government and build their hometown.

He licked his dry lips, the more he thought about it, the happier he was.

All these days of hard work were not in vain.

Song Zhi stood upright in front of the table, pouring out the tea in his cup.

Little Brother Song's hands are extremely beautiful, with slender fingers, white and clean, the knuckles are not protruding, and they are a little pink.Tian Jiamu knew that what was different from him was a pair of pampered hands that had never done any physical work.

Brother Song was born to do this job.

It was also because of these hands that Tian Jiamu came up with the idea of ​​organizing these activities.

The leaders looked focused, and saw that Song Zhi was holding a wooden tea spoon, pouring all the lingling water into the tea bowl, and repeated it three times. Moderate strength, otherwise the tea will flow out from the middle of several connected tea bowls.Once this happens, your hands will get wet when you serve the tea bowl-that's not good.

The photographer even ran over to take a close-up of Song Zhi's hand.

With his movements, the tea fragrance overflowed in front of the stage instantly, and the respect was quiet and the tea tasted refreshing.The fragrance of silver needles and the unique fragrance of Hang Huang Chrysanthemum blend together, coupled with the high temperature of baking, the taste is sweet and mellow, and there is an indescribable experience.

The technician couldn't help sniffing a few more.

Song Zhi put down the tea cup, picked up the tea bowls with his hands, and handed them one by one from left to right.

He first handed it to the associate professor of the Agricultural University, all the way to Tian Jiamu.

Seeing the smile in the village official's eyes, he took it happily and gave him an encouraging look, as if to say, "Okay, Brother Song!"

Song Zhi smiled calmly.

At last.

He brought the tea bowl to Fang Chengyan.

The man stared at him wordlessly, his eyes had been on him from the very beginning and never left.

The two sisters could see clearly in the crowd, they stared curiously at the interaction between the two, and whispered something.

For the sake of showing here, the lights in front of the stage are the brightest.

Their eyes met, and they could see themselves in each other's eyes.

Fang Chengyan reached out to take it, still looking at him.

The teacher of the tea art crash course taught that when serving tea, there should be no other expressions on the face except a smile.

But when he handed it over, Song Zhi's gaze above his head was so compelling.

The little tea master quietly waited for him to drink tea. During this time, Fang Chengyan still looked at him vaguely.

Fang Chengyan saw the fine sweat on his forehead, as if he noticed that he was not in good condition.

The water was tasted between the teeth, and then swallowed, and the Adam's apple slipped along with it.

Song Zhi was taken aback, and glanced at the man's moist lips and sexy Adam's apple, thinking, what the hell is he doing.

The more serious he is, the more he wants to be hippie with others.

This is real.

Song Zhi wished he could jump behind Fang Chengyan right now, lock his throat, and ask him, "What kind of behavior are you showing me?"

"Is the tea made by my master good?"

But he had to be loitering.

We are still in the game, so we can't make random mistakes.

The man seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly boasted: "It's delicious."

Liu Tutu in the crowd was unhappy, she pursed her small mouth, thinking that I just stared at you for so long, and didn't see you open your mouth to praise me.

Fang Chengyan didn't know much about tea, he could even be said to be a layman even more outsider than Tian Jiamu.But after comparing the three contestants, he felt that the tea made by Song Zhi was indeed delicious.

Delicious of course!

It was a tea that took Song Zhi a lot of effort to make. In order to match it with the taste, he tried various types of chrysanthemums.

Fetal chrysanthemum, white chrysanthemum, golden silk emperor.

Single copy, desk, Kunlun snow.

Hanghuang chrysanthemum relieves wind and clears bitterness, and has a clear and enlightening taste.The unique aroma is combined with the bitterness of silver needles. It hits the nostrils, goes down, takes a sip, and the whole body is unobstructed. It makes Lu Tong dare not to sing, and teaches Lu Yu to do scriptures...

The leaders took a closer look at the brown color and discussed with each other for a long time.

Song Zhi retreated consciously and stood to the side of the stage. Chen Zhengrong rushed up to meet him, grabbed his brother-in-law's arm, said nothing, and smiled like a flower on his face.

After Tian Jiamu proposed to insert a guzheng solo and dance, he stood up again and announced the scores and rankings of the competition.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Then I will announce the results of the competition."

He gave Xiao Song a mysterious smile, and suddenly raised his voice a little bit: "No.1, the rising sun of Rijian Tea House! No.2, the auspicious snowfall of Lao Liu Tea House, No.3, Zhao Lihe and the old man Tianshan Silver Needle."

"Congratulations everyone!"

The audience applauded in unison.

The sister-in-law was very excited, and she grabbed the brother-in-law's arm and shook it again and again.First!The supply of the town government has arrived!In the future, the annual sales will be basically guaranteed, so why worry about it in the future?

Song Zhi was also very happy.

After being shaken by my sister-in-law like this, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, and the pain in my temples couldn't be ignored, and now it's getting worse.

The little tea master of Rijian Tea House won.

Win in his accurate weighing and extraordinary patience.

Winning in his extraordinary creativity and quite beautiful operation.

Uncle Zhao has been selling tea for 50 years, and he can do it after only one year. In addition, under the depression of more than ten days, he has made unimaginable efforts.

Tian Jiamu was still chattering on stage.He said that after reporting to the Ministry of Human Resources and Finance, the government will purchase from Rijian Tea House in the future.Not only that, each contestant has an award.

The generous prizes are all ready, and everyone’s efforts will not be without rewards—everyone shines in the competition, giving the government enough face in front of the leaders, and making efforts for the future construction of Qingyuan Town. prize!

The awards ceremony is about to begin.

Song Zhi wiped the sweat from his brow, and his figure was a little unstable. After the sister-in-law noticed it, she asked him a question with concern.

The uncle shook his head and said it was all right, so he went up.

The government secretary and the leaders were polite to each other, making gestures of invitation, pushing and giving way, and no one was willing to stand in the center.

This back and forth, embarrassing is a few players.

Song Zhi waited patiently on the side. He stood still, enduring a headache that was about to burst.

After they backed down, they had to wait for the village cadres who wrote them to write their names on the certificate, and then the lady of etiquette came to the stage to present it.

Men are the funders of the event, and they have no intention of participating in this kind of political favor.

He quietly walked to Song Zhi's side and held his hand.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Zhi told him quickly in a low voice: "It's still possible."

"Hold on, and I'll take you home right away."

"it is good……"

After talking, the leaders finally set up their positions.Tian Jiamu wanted to ask Fang Chengyan to stand in front, but the man waved his hand to signal no.He let go of Song Zhi's hand and took a step back.

As the host, the secretary of the town government presented the award to Song Zhi. After the two shook hands and took a group photo, Song Zhi retreated to the side of the stage, feeling relaxed.

The game is finally over.

The cool big hand came up again.

Two hands clasped tenderly, under the bright lights overhead, behind the awards crowd, in the shadows between them...

It felt really amazing.

The little tea master was holding the certificate in one hand, and felt that this fluster seemed to drive away the pain in his head, so he somehow didn't shake off the man's hand.

It seems to be relying more and more on Fang Chengyan...

The awards are over.

At this time, Tian Jiamu suddenly said in front of him: "This event is held thanks to Mr. Fang Chengyan's sponsorship. You are welcome to come from afar and contribute to the development and construction of Qingyuan Town!"

Fang Chengyan not only provided a very tempting award, but also activity funds - not provided directly, but from the 50 yuan in compensation from Cheng Kaizu.

The people in Qingyuan Town had discussed this big man, and all looked in his direction.

Song Zhi was startled, and wanted to let go of his hand, but was held tightly instead.

He looked embarrassed and his heart was pounding.

The man just smiled and nodded at the crowd.

And in his hand, he was doing such a shameful move.

When the photographer proposed to take a group photo, Song Zhixin was even more confused, for fear that others would see their two hands holding each other.But the man, like a normal person, just stood there and waited for someone to stand up, then took Song Zhi's hand and walked over a step.

Fortunately, the bodies of the leaders are blocking the front.

Unsurprisingly.

When looking at the camera, Song Zhi squeezed Fang Chengyan's hand: "You are also related to this event, why don't you say anything?"

"Just to promote the company."

Song Zhi stared at the camera, shook off his hand, and punched Fang Chengyan on the side in a mean way.

The latter frowned in pain, and whispered: "Can I beat you back later?"

Song Zhi's face was pale, but he smiled happily: "No way, you are so strong, you can hit me twice with one punch."

"If I don't hit you, you owe me a punch."

Fang Chengyan didn't understand what kind of fallacy this was, and replied in a low voice: "You're so arrogant, I have to be beaten by you every day."

At this moment, the camera in the cameraman's hand was lit up with white light, and the shutter was pressed with a "click".

"All right."

With a smile on his face, Tian Jiamu greeted the departing tea farmers and villagers in a timely manner: "Thank you everyone, we will see you next year!"

"Why do you want to publicize? The development zone is built, and everyone will go there. Can you make it?"

In the messy departure, only two people were still standing in place.

Fang Chengyan said: "There were some villagers who made a lot of noise before, and things were abuzz. I just wanted to leave a good impression."

"Okay, Mr. Fang has a lot of money, so he is very thoughtful."

Fang Chengyan handed him a contract in his arms.

"No need." Song Zhi refused, "That's ten years, I want to stay here, but what if I can't stay for so long."

"You got it by your ability." Fang Chengyan replied lightly.

"President Fang is really generous." Song Zhi snorted, "What if I don't get the first place?"

"There are also rewards."

Fang Chengyan said: "I will send you to the one next to you."

"Rent free is valid permanently."

Song Zhi thought he was joking: "Okay, then I won the first place, and I lost money!"

"It's all yours." The man said, and took out another piece of paper folded into a square from the inside pocket of his suit.

"It's just that they can't see it."

"I put it here."

Song Zhi suddenly choked up.

He looked at Fang Chengyan's face as if he was exploring something, but couldn't say a single witty word.

Tian Jiamu, who was busy sending the leaders off, bypassed the crowd and saw the scene where the two faced each other. His dark eyes, which were originally bright and clear, dimmed instantly.

Song Zhi opened the contract and read it.

In black and white, he read ten lines at a glance, and after seeing that time, he wrote "forever" clearly.

He stared at those two words, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This man always thinks of everything to the extreme.

Even if he loses today, he still needs to offer some comfort in private... Song Zhi's life is already very difficult, is the other party afraid that he will be even more depressed?

Song Zhi could hardly stop smiling, not because of the forever impermanent deadline, but because of the tenderness and consideration of the man in front of him.

"Have you already thought about it?"

The man said: "It also means the old man."

of course.

If you want, the position of the proprietress is also yours, Fang Chengyan thought.

"Thank you." Song Zhi said sincerely, with a tired smile on his face.

He lightly punched Fang Chengyan's biceps, the muscles there were firm and elastic, and they felt good to the touch.Song Zhi owed his hand again, as if he was addicted to pounding.

"Don't be so nice to me."

He no longer looked at Fang Chengyan, and with some grievance in his tone, he said in a low voice:

"If you keep doing this, I'm afraid I'm going to fall in love with you..."

The author has something to say:

Inspired by "The Butterfly Lovers"

"You hit me three times with one punch."