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Cheng Kaizu also smiled flatteringly.

After getting along for a few months, he has figured out what kind of weird temper Qin Huai has, and he never dares to just follow his advice.

After Qin Huai walked past Song Zhi without looking sideways, dragging his golf club.

Cheng Kaizu walked up to him and said, "Boss, we Qin Dong would like to invite you to sit up."

Song Zhi was very vigilant.

He frowned, and the back of his nose shrugged slightly: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Kaizu didn't intend to talk directly about the tea case, so he vaguely said, "Just now I introduced you to Mr. Qin. He also has a lot of research on tea. I would like...please go over and discuss it."

Song Zhi followed Qin Huai's back and looked over, feeling an indescribable weirdness.He touched the end of his eyes guiltily, thinking, what kind of situation is this?

He was even recognized at a glance by this man in a suit who had only met once... The disguise he put on...wasn't it a waste of effort!

"Please."

Cheng Kaizu spread out his palm and stretched it to one side to guide him.

It doesn't refer to the emergency door that just came out, but the open avenue around it.

Song Zhi was silent for two seconds.

He wandered around in other people's companies, and was invited to sit up after meeting the Lord by chance.He hasn't been reckless to that extent, whoever really goes up and reveals his secrets will be a stunned young man.

"I went to the wrong place." Song Zhi suddenly raised a big smile.

He flashed his mobile phone again: "The positioning is wrong, I was going to another company to sell tea."

Cheng Kaizu wanted to ask to stay.

But Song Zhi didn't give him a chance: "I have to leave quickly, the big boss should wait anxiously."

"Thank you boss, and please tell your boss that I have something urgent."

He finished speaking in one breath, without turning his head, and left at a faster pace.

When he walked through the small door he had come in and entered the hall, he suddenly broke into the envelope of incandescent lights in the hall, and the bright light made his eyes swell.

I stayed in the dark for a long time just now, but now I am not used to it.

—everything here made him uncomfortable.

Song Zhi wanted to leave quickly, took a taxi, and went directly to Fang Chengyan.

In the car, facing the tall building, he still kept thinking about that person named Qin Huai.

It shouldn't be.Is this person simply interested in tea?

Song Zhi used his mobile phone to search again.

He enters keywords in the engine bar:

Qinhuai, tea

Such a search is incredible.

Only then did Song Zhi learn that Qin Huai was actually the vice chairman of the Northern Tea Association... There are also videos of him participating in tea competitions and speaking on stage as a judge on the Internet.Not only that, he is present in every tea auction with sky-high prices.Poor people scolded him for taking advantage of this kind of news, and some people praised him, saying that he was really crazy about tea and was willing to spend a lot of money on tea.

Song Zhi clicked on one at random.

In the video, Qin Huai was wearing a dark green shirt, talking to others at the seat.When he laughs, the laugh lines around his mouth are stretched to the maximum, revealing his mouth full of neat teeth. Because of his thin face, several layers of laugh lines are pushed out. If someone draws lines according to his smile lines, trace these wrinkles Finally, you can definitely see how exaggerated the expression is.

He listened to what others had said, then raised his head slightly, thoughtful, the smile on his face was fleeting.

He stared at a certain place on the ground, staring at it firmly, as if a tiny poisonous snake would come out of his eyes in the next second.

Song Zhi saw it clearly.

Another video--

In this picture, Qin Huai seems to be in a tea room with an antique screen beside it.

There was a walnut tea table in front of him. Sitting in front of him, he practiced meditation indifferently, which made Qin Huai's toughness disappear a bit.

There are tea pets on the tea table, which are three servant-like statues, kneeling side by side, holding up the incense plate, with human faces.

Song Zhi felt strange.

The tea pets used by tea drinkers are either toads, brave or pot-bellied Buddhas. How could they be served by human beings?

This person was laughing loudly with others again in the camera, his face hurt from laughing, and he finally stopped, with his elbows on the tea table, rubbing his cheeks with one hand, and holding up a thin bone china bowl with others lightly. With a light bump, there was a crisp sound of jingling.

"Come."

he said in a low voice.

"I wish you a good death."

"?" Song Zhi's heart skipped a beat, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, he pulled the progress bar back and listened again.

It's still the same sentence, I wish you a good death...

The video scene switched immediately, and the cameraman came to an empty room, where the landscape painting that Song Zhi saw tonight was placed there.

What's the difference?

Song Zhi pressed the pause button and stared at the 720p video for a long time.

Only then did I realize that there was no ink and green ageless pine on the cliff in the painting at that time...

……

Japan-China Investment Corporation.

In front of a screen, a puff of steam rises.

The tea leaves are brewed with hot water, and the mouth and nose are fragrant, with a long aftertaste.

Qin Huai sat cross-legged on the mat, pouring tea, singing, shaking his head, looking a little nervous.

Cheng Kaizu, as if he was used to it, stood by the side without saying a word.

Qin Huai wiped a teacup with a silk cloth, poured hot water into it, held the teapot on his wrist, poured it in around the edge, never spilled out, like a painter tracing a delicate meticulous painting.

After brewing in the kettle, the tea leaves emit a lingering fragrance, and I smell them again.

When all expressions faded and he returned to calm, there was always a hint of sternness on his face.

Qin Huai asked quietly, "Why don't people come?"

"I said I went to the wrong place." Cheng Kaizu explained, "I was in a hurry to sell tea next door, so I left first."

"Oh……"

Qin Huai casually arranged the tea tongs and teaspoon: "Is his tea sold well?"

Cheng Kaizu said he didn't know.

Qin Huai picked up the tea bowl and shook it.

No more questions.

After Song Zhixia rented it out, he passed a convenience store, bought wet tissues along the way, and then walked to Fang Chengyan's company.

While sending a message to Fang Chengyan saying [it's downstairs], he wiped his eyes back and forth.

[get down. ]

[I can't go up. ]

The man didn't make him wait too long, and walked out of the elevator after a while.

Song Zhi stood in the middle of the hall, waiting for him to approach.

Fang Chengyan first looked into Song Zhi's eyes suspiciously, and asked, "How did you do it?"

Song Zhi didn't care how serious it was, just now he wiped it indiscriminately, and even the corners of his eyes were red, and they were also made black by the eyeshadow.

The man took the wet towel in his hand, folded it to a clean side, and wiped it around Song Zhi's eyes carefully, not caring how surprised the front desk lady on the night shift was staring at him.

After wiping it clean, he stared at the corner of Song Zhi's mouth again: "Lips, what's going on?"

Song Zhi acted indifferent, and said in a sleepy tone, "I had a fight with someone."

Fang Chengyan really wants to know what Song Zhi has been doing all day, isn't he looking for a blind date?Why did you fight again?

"with who?"

Song Zhi shook his head: "I don't know."

The man saw that he had no intention of explaining, so he gave up asking, "Come with me first, and buy a Band-Aid later."

The lady at the front desk was always shocked, and she had already leaned out half of the counter to look here.

The two of them didn't realize it.

Fang Chengyan took Song Zhi to the technical room on the second floor. The screens in the room were full of the company's camera images distributed in every corner, as well as monitoring the inside of the technical room. On the screen, a tall man in a suit sat down in front of the computer desk. The machine was plugged in, and the camera was aimed at Song Zhi.

"Why." The latter didn't like being photographed, so he reached out to block it.

"Let me see," Fang Chengyan coughed dryly, thinking that he should be able to operate successfully: "Enter the iris."

"Look here," he said.

Only then did Song Zhi obediently move his eyes closer.

"And fingerprints."

Fang Chengyan took Song Zhi's hand, hooked his index finger with his knuckles, put it on the machine, and operated something on the computer.

"All right."

The man didn't let go of his hand, but held it tightly and told him, "I've entered it, so I'll come here more often in the future."

The two went out and found a nearby pharmacy.

Fang Chengyan took off the band-aid under the street lamp, and carefully pasted it on Song Zhi's lips.The little tea master turned his face a little, waiting for him to stick it.

Seeing Song Zhi's lips with a skin-colored Band-Aid obliquely, and a sad face with no expression on it.

The corner of the man's lips hooked.

"Laughing hair?"

Under the street lamp, Song Zhi's eyes were dark and bright, and there seemed to be some suspicious intentions hidden in them, so Fang Chengyan was always on guard against him playing tricks.

The latter just gave her a gentle gaze and said, "Don't get hurt again."

Song Zhi was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, "Are you busy with work today?"

"Busy." The man said, "something happened at Qingyuan."

Song Zhi walked a few steps forward to look at the cakes in the roadside window.

Fang Chengyan followed.

"Blame me." Song Zhi said, "If it wasn't for me, I insisted on you running back."

"If you guard the company, maybe this kind of thing won't happen."

Fang Chengyan smiled: "You wouldn't say such things before."

He noticed Song Zhi's change, and was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't want the person he liked to blame himself: "You don't need to think like this."

"Do you want to go back? Can you still celebrate the New Year in Beijing?"

"It depends on the situation."

Song Zhi nodded.

"Want to eat?" Fang Chengyan asked after watching him stare at the cake for a long time.

"No, I don't like this sweet mouth."

Song Zhi had no interest in cakes, but when he turned around, he saw an old man riding a motorcycle, his eyes lit up: "Huh?"

"The seller of baked pears."

Before the words fell, the person had already walked a few steps away: "Boss Fang will come too."

"It's delicious."

Instead of buying the expensive cakes in the window, he wanted to buy the hot baked pears with honey: "I want two."

The roasted pears were packed in an old-fashioned large urn. The old man used the tongs of the coal-fired stove to pick out the two pears, put them in a plastic bag, and handed them to Song Zhi.

The latter held it in his hand and pulled Fang Chengyan to the seat in front of the cafe.He peeled off the tin foil, and the plump and sweet pear flesh was exposed. The skin was soaked in honey. He wanted to bite it down, but his mouth hurt too much, so he could only take a small bite very ladylike, and instantly felt the pear flesh in his mouth. Exploded drippingly.

"good to eat."

Fang Chengyan obviously had never eaten this kind of thing, he was ready to start after watching Song Zhi's operation.

"I'll pick it up for you, or I'll get a hand of honey, which will be sticky." Song Zhi cleaned it up a few times and returned it to him: "Here."

Fang Chengyan took a sip in the cold wind.

It's really good.

Song Zhi said to the man while eating: "By the way, I saw a person who looks like you today."

"It can't be said that they are very similar." He muttered.

"But the dress is exactly the same as you."

Fang Chengyan listened quietly.

"Coincidentally, he is from Lingshan County, the place where we went fishing."

"I remember," the man said.

"It seems...it seems to be called Kaizu."

Fang Chengyan's expression was indifferent, and he took the words: "Cheng Kaizu."

"Is your surname Cheng?" Song Zhi thoughtfully, and took another bite: "Anyway, it's called Kaizu."

The man lowered his eyes and asked, "What are you going to do with him?"

"I didn't find him, I went to find his leader."

Song Zhi suddenly remembered something, raised his head and asked, "You should know him, I think Zhang Lingze's father belongs to their company."

"It's called Qin Huai."

The hot pear exposed its juicy and plump body in the cold wind, but the winter night wind was merciless, blowing it from hot to cold, and Song Zhi took the last bite.

Looking up again, I saw Fang Chengyan leaning over nervously, holding his shoulders with both hands:

"Say it again."

"what is it call?"

Song Zhi was stunned.

The baked pear is held in mid-air.

"Call, call Qin Huai..."

The author has something to say:

Honey Baked Pears.

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