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

The commercial street in District C in Qin Huai's hands was quickly signed by the successor company the next day.

Fang Chengyan and a group of people came out of the office building.

The manager offered: "Let me show you around."

The office building where they work is facing the theme square, and four connected shopping malls are lined up on both sides.As the Spring Festival approaches, all the shops in the pedestrian street have been decorated with lanterns and decorations.A variety of entertainment and leisure venues, the number of passenger flow is astonishing.

Being willing to sell this street, Qin Huai must be really desperate.

Going further inside, after a corner, you will find the coffee shop and cake window where Fang Chengyan and Song Zhi once stayed.

In the midst of people coming and going, he saw an old man pedaling a tricycle, pulling a large pottery urn behind the car, trying to ride into the street.In this modern commercial street, it seems a bit shabby, old-fashioned and out of place.

The person in charge noticed that the new major shareholder was looking there, so he straightened his face and hurriedly rushed forward: "Why are you here again?"

"You don't have a health certificate and you don't pay the rent. Who will let you stay? If you eat someone up, who will you ask for reason?"

The old man got off the tricycle tremblingly: "My pears are fine."

The person in charge called him: "Hurry up!"

He said: "Boss, my tricycle takes up your corner."

"Or I'll go outside." The old man pointed outside, which was the parking lot on the outer edge of the shopping mall: "I can go there and stay."

The person in charge said: "Stop talking nonsense. You didn't prove it, and you didn't pay the land rent. Hurry up and sell it along the street! Don't bother us here!"

"I beg you." The old man begged, "It's the things that are sold in the winter season. When the 28th comes, I will close the stall."

"I don't care if you sell it in winter or summer, private occupation is a violation of our rights, do you understand?"

The old man couldn't refute, and he laughed again and again: "I am the only one who sells honey baked pears in a hundred miles away. There are young boys and girls who come to buy them every day. I often come here. If they want to eat someday, they can't find me... ..."

This sentence suddenly touched Fang Chengyan.

The old man really had no choice but to call out for a day but no one came to buy it.There are many people here, and it will be sold out at night: "It's only ten days, can you please be tolerant?"

Fang Chengyan came over: "Don't you have a license?"

"No." The person in charge was furious, "I've said it a thousand times, it's like a dog's skin plaster, and I can't get rid of it!"

Fang Chengyan paused, thought for a moment, and ordered the accompanying financial staff: "Take the old man to go through various procedures tomorrow."

All the people present were stunned.

What is this new shareholder going to do?

The government wants to build a beautiful city, and such small carts are not allowed to exist, let alone this old man has never paid the rent.

Is the other person too good-tempered?Or, are you interested in their honey baked pears?

"After finishing the process, within ten days, the booth opposite the cafe will be yours." Fang Chengyan said to the old man, "I also hope that your products are qualified and don't cause me any trouble."

"Absolutely qualified, absolutely qualified!" The old man thanked him gratefully, then reached out to grab the plastic bag from the handlebar, opened the lid of the urn, and stuffed two roasted pears into Fang Chengyan's hands.

The hot air leaks from the tinfoil layer, with a rising sweet fragrance, which reminds people of the kiss with the smell of pear water and honey.

"Do you like to eat?" The person in charge asked after staring at him for a long time.

Fang Chengyan didn't speak.

He gently pushed aside the tin foil, took a bite, and the roasted pear juice splashed all over the place.Although several layers of honey have been smeared on the outside, the pear skin is still bitter and astringent, and the juice inside keeps rolling down.

The person in charge looked weird for a while, and really couldn't understand the shareholder's temper.He continued to smile and introduced the shops on both sides to Fang Chengyan.

The latter ate as much as he could while listening.

——The pear flesh inside was so sweet that he got a headache.

But some people can eat two in one go.

Fang Changyun often said that people who can't eat a pot of food cannot sit at the same table.I'm afraid it's just like me and Song Zhi.

The person in charge finally finished his report, turned around and told him: "After the new year is over and the businesses reopen, I will report to you on the results and plans for the new year."

Fang Chengyan wiped his hands and mouth slowly: "Stroll here first."

"I still have something to do today."

Person in charge: "Is it the taxpayer commendation meeting?"

"Yes."

He said hello, then respectfully followed Fang Chengyan all the way to the parking lot, and watched him leave.

With ten days left until the Spring Festival, Song Zhi took Chen Zhengrong home in the morning, called Chen Baiyu and Xiang Bin, and the four gathered at a table, playing mahjong all day long.

"Why did you go yesterday?" Chen Baiyu threw out the newly drawn cards: "He Binzi, and Wang Taoer from high school asked you to play mahjong, but they didn't find you."

Song Zhi said, "I went somewhere with Fu Zhe."

When Xiang Bin heard Fu Zhe's name, he became excited: "What about Brother He Zhe?"

Chen Baiyu also said: "It's really okay, don't take us to play."

Song Zhi looked at the cards in his hand seriously, and played one: "I went to Qinhuai's factory."

"Factory?" Xiang Bin asked, "What other industries does he own?"

Song Zhi remembered the entrance to the basement he found yesterday. Unfortunately, Qin Huai was very vigilant. When he lifted the turf, there were several layers of mechanical locks on the passage below. He and Fu Zhe struggled for a long time, but failed to enter.It wasn't until Song Nai Nai called that they hurriedly evacuated from the scene.

Chen Baiyu picked up Song Zhi's card: "Kong."

Just when he was about to touch the head of the bar, his cell phone rang suddenly.He raised his butt and took his phone out of his pocket:

"Hello? Dad."

"..."

"Okay, got it."

Chen Baiyu put his phone aside and said, "My dad is having a social meeting again. He told me to meet someone in the past. Would you like to go together?"

"Let's finish our dinner and come back and continue rubbing."

Chen Zhengrong called him: "Take the head of the bar away, I'll see how stupid you are if you run out of cards later!"

Chen Baiyu had no choice but to get it, and looked at the card: "Hey, there are flowers on the bar!"

Push the card: "Pay money, pay money!"

He was still saying: "Let's go, today is my dad's last dinner party at the end of the year, and the food is the best!"

"The kind of big hotel my dad is looking for to entertain rich people, let's go and have a free meal!"

"It's not suitable." Xiang Bin handed him the money.

Chen Baiyu took it without ordering it, put it in his pocket, and said to him: "What shame do you want, let's go!"

Chen Zhengrong said that she wanted to cook dinner for her in-laws, and told the three of them to go.

Xiang Bin drove to the door of the restaurant he mentioned, and a staff member asked if the three of them had an appointment.

Chen Baiyu stood at the front, pointed to Xiang Bin, and said that this is "Boss Xiang from the emergency equipment company." Then he patted Song Zhi on the shoulder, "Did you see that? The big boss of Beijing's tea industry."

He also told the staff, your basic skills are really not in place, and you will have to recognize the faces of the bosses of various companies as a doorman in the future.

The reception staff at the door froze for a moment, and when they recovered, the three of them had already walked in, laughing and joking.

The dining room is on the highest floor of the hotel, with an area of ​​about [-] square meters. The carpet under the feet is luxurious and gorgeous, and the tablecloths are vermilion and ochre, with gold borders.Dozens of people have already arrived on the field, Chen Baiyu led the two brothers, and found a seat outside at random: "Sit."

"You're welcome, let's eat the flowing water mat today."

Seeing that Xiang Bin was still sizing up, he didn't sit down for a long time: "It's okay, Binzi, don't be restrained. It's like a wedding banquet. You sneak in to eat and drink, and no one cares."

"After eating, just put down your chopsticks and leave."

This is true, Chen Baiyu's father heard it, but he still doesn't know how to discipline him.

But having said that, Song Zhi and Xiang Bin were a little relieved, cheeky, and waited quietly for the food to be served.

It's almost seven o'clock, and everyone is always here.

"Chen Baiyu." Xiang Bin looked at the field, and his doubts became more and more serious: "What occasion? Everyone is wearing a tie and a dress?"

"The three of us are too low-level, too conspicuous."

Song Zhi was also laughing: "Can we still eat secretly? We won't be treated as beggars, right?"

His smile suddenly froze on his face.

Because he saw Fang Chengyan striding in from the round arched gate, beside Fang Changyun, and a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament, who looked like his father.

Fang Chengyan changed into a dark gray suit and looked imposing. Not long after he entered the door, many people came to chat with him.

Song Zhi's expression was not very good-looking, and he asked Chen Baiyu: "What kind of entertainment is your father doing?"

"The big taxpayer commendation meeting." Chen Baiyu told him his full name in an official tone: "The Spring Festival group meeting and big taxpayer reward meeting, welcome Boss Song and Boss Xiang!"

Xiang Bin couldn't sit still: "Good guy, they're all rich."

"It's the end of the year, isn't it?" Chen Baiyu said, "How many people are there who don't evade taxes and launder money? My dad doesn't want to save face, so give him a good reward."

Xiang Bin wondered: "In this way, Fang Chengyan has to come too?"

Song Zhi said, "It should."

As a result, the latter found him on the field. He saw the man's slender figure and patted Song Zhi's hand: "Isn't that right there?"

He wanted to call out to the other party, but Song Zhi immediately held him down.

A complicated look flashed across Song Zhi's face: "Don't bark."

"what happened?"

"I don't want to look at him." Song Zhi lowered his head to play with his phone, and didn't mention this anymore.

After the greetings were over, Fang Chengyan walked away with long legs and walked to the front row.The lights on the field were turned off, and only the frontmost table was called.

District leaders sat in a row and began to speak in turn. After the speeches, they presented awards to the top [-] taxpayers, such as the top ten cultural and creative companies, the top ten technology companies, the top ten business companies, and the companies that contributed more than [-] million yuan in tax revenue.

The three generations of the Fang family came to the stage to receive awards several times.

Then the next year's economic work report was made, and then the Bureau of Economics and Information Technology expressed its thanks, and finally the representative of the group delivered a speech.

When the three brothers were almost hungry, the waiter finally came in and started serving the food.

A group of entrepreneurs behind also sat down to eat.

Song Zhi looked back, and from a long distance away, he saw a man wearing a suit of a new color, and his temperament still stood out among a bunch of business celebrities.Fang Chengyan sat at the table in the front row, with a sharp jaw line on his side face, and would laugh from time to time when talking with people.Adam's apple rolls when drinking red wine.

Song Zhi put his head down to eat, trying not to think about anything else.

Qin Huai sat obliquely behind Fang Chengyan. When the awards were presented just now, he had been spying in the dark for a long time, and now he took the initiative to bring red wine over:

"President Fang, have you finished signing the contract? Have you gone to see it?"

"Yes." Fang Chengyan replied: "I am very satisfied with the land and real estate."

"That's good, I wish you a great success in the commercial street." Qin Huai stretched out the red wine glass.

Fang Chengyan clinked glasses with him: "I also wish you to get through the difficulties as soon as possible."

"Let's make it clear." After drinking, Qin Huai leaned into his ear and said, "Don't put on an air."

"Did you do the cancellation of the order?" That was the last straw that crushed his investment company, and he always held a grudge.

"How could it be?" Fang Chengyan said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Qin Huai looked at each other with his eyes.

The man replied: "However, if you don't work hard, when the foundation collapses, no one can save it."

"Thank you again for your commercial street." Fang Chengyan touched the goblet lightly with him again.

The expression on Qin Huai's face was extremely ugly in an instant, it was indeed Fang Chengyan's good deed...

In the middle of this luxurious dinner, Cheng Kaizu, who was wandering around the tables, had already started preparing for his sales promotion.At the venue, he even took the initiative to make tea for a wealthy businessman at a table.

There are more and more tables for Cheng Kaizu to make tea, so that everyone in the audience thought he was a service worker in the hotel, and they were all waiting for him to come.

He kept introducing to the entrepreneurs: "This cup of high mountain oolong is a rare product with a price but no market. The three kilograms of oolong bricks collected by celebrities in the Republic of China were produced by Tongxing, one of the four major families of Putuo tea at that time. Yes, it has a history of more than a hundred years."

Qin Huai sat on the seat, watching Cheng Kaizu's tricks with cold eyes.

"How much is it worth?"

"This number." He compared a number.

"Eighty thousand?"

"Three hundred grams, eight million," he said.

Seeing that the boss present was not interested, Cheng Kaizu continued to brag: "Didn't you see the news in the past two days? This kind of tea does not produce much per mu, and it is still made by the master. The cord is flat and long, and the leaves are green. Thick and thick, it lasts for a long time, and the masters of tea tasting will praise it for its rarity!"

Finally, a nouveau riche in the hardware business couldn't help asking: "Do I buy tea for drinking or for offering?"

"Try it."

The nouveau riche was fed to his mouth by his teacup, so he had to take a sip, smacked for a long time, and said, "It's tasteless."

"Hey." Cheng Kaizu said: "Tasteless is the ultimate taste."

Some people know that this is a sales promotion, so they don't look at it.

Some entrepreneurs laughed and booed: "Go and taste it for Chairman Qin, isn't the 'tea mad' right here?"

Song Zhi, who was burying his head in his meal, suddenly turned his head when he heard the title, and caught sight of Cheng Kaizu and Qin Huai in the crowd.

Qin Huai's face changed slightly, and he said, "Pour me a glass too."

With patience, he cooperated with Cheng Kaizu's performance: "The taste is both firm and soft, it's really good."

Even the tea lovers said the same thing... There was an entrepreneur with a square face who was always arty. After drinking it, he commented: "It seems to be really good." It seemed that he had the intention to buy, and he asked again as if confirming: "300g, 800 million?"

"Yes." Cheng Kaizu's thick black studies have been mastered to the point of proficiency, holding cheap tea leaves, and told the other party: "It takes a full 100 years to ferment."

"The taste is definitely not ordinary."

"Okay, I'll buy it." The other party said proudly.

Cheng Kaizu was overjoyed.

After passing a glance with Qin Huai, he continued to pour the brewed tea to others.

In just 10 minutes, he poured it over and over again, and finally, he walked to Fang Chengyan's table.He was looking forward to the wonderful change in the expression of the other party when he saw him.For this day, Cheng Kaizu has thought about it countless times in his dreams.

Whether the investment company can be brought back to life or not depends entirely on the sky-high price of tea. Whether Cheng Kaizu will stay or not depends on tonight!

When today's hype spreads to the market, the popularity of tea will soar rapidly like the small pot of tea last time.At that time, use the inventory in the warehouse to sell in batches, and you can make a lot of money again!

All this is just the beginning of his revenge.Cheng Kaizu wants to stay in Beijing, Fang Chengyan will repay the humiliation he has suffered - debt collection, sleeping on the street!

In the end, Fang Chengyan just looked at him indifferently, and said, "Long time no see, Boss Cheng."

"I haven't seen you for a few months, how did you switch careers from the real estate industry?"

Everyone was looking at this side, Cheng Kaizu said with a dry smile: "There is no harm in having more people."

"Aren't you going to try it?"

"not prepare."

Seeing that the other party ignored him at all, he gritted his teeth, suppressed the rising anger in his heart, and had no choice but to give up.

Cheng Kaizu circled around the venue and shouted: "Which other boss wants to try?"

Propaganda today, fried tea tomorrow, dumping the day after tomorrow.

The more he thought about it, the more anger in his heart could be subsided.

A slender white and slender hand was raised high from the sidelines.

The audience looked back.

"Give me a taste too."