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

The owner of that hand stood up.

He dressed casually and ate at the surrounding tables, and no one noticed the existence of such a number one person.

Under everyone's gaze, the young man walked towards the center of the venue.

He is at least 1.8 meters tall, wearing a denim jacket with lamb wool lapels, with flat shoulders and a pretty face, tall and long legs.Especially those eyes, illuminated by the luxurious crystal chandelier, are bright and energetic, like the beauty of the world.

Just like Cheng Kaizu's amazing feeling when he saw Song Zhishi for the first time when he was in Qingyuan.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the situation was not good.

The little tea master walked up to Cheng Kaizu, didn't look at him, and didn't intend to greet him.

The slender hand lifted from the side of the leg, and took the sky-high priced tea brick from him.

He casually took out a piece of tea, held it up in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

The tea leaves are curled up, with dragonfly heads, showing a thick green color, with some sandy white spots, like the back of a breast.

Everyone was staring at him, seeing this young man with a handsome face, long and straight eyelashes, staring eyes when he was solemn, pursed crimson lips, seemed to be in doubt: "Oolong?"

of course!People have just introduced it, Gaoshan Oolong!

Most of their curiosity disappeared at once, and they thought that this young man was making trouble.

Cheng Kaizu: "Yes."

The other party was even more confused. After crushing it with two finger pulps, he rubbed it twice in the palm of his hand.

"Chen Cha?"

"...Yes, Zhennanzang."

Cheng Kaizu stared at his face.

Yesterday Qin Huai saw the news about Song Zhi, and a name was mentioned. When Cheng Kaizu went back, he searched the Internet himself, and only then did he know who the little boss's father was.

It turned out that the other party was also the son of a high-ranking official in Beijing.

— not like him.

Cheng Kaizu originally thought that he and Song Zhi were people of the same social status, moreover, this young man had an inexplicable amiable temperament, which made him want to get in touch with each other more when he was in Qingyuan.

no matter what.Let's hope nothing goes wrong now.

He saw Song Zhi pick up the porcelain cup from the table beside him and drink it.

After reminiscing several times in his mouth, he frowned his beautiful eyebrows and looked back at him.

not good.

"Year 100?"

"……Yes."

Song Zhi asked such short three consecutive questions, and everyone's curiosity was aroused by him again. They found that the young man was calm and relaxed, and he was very focused on observing the tea leaves, as if he really knew something.

"Can you pass me another cup?" Song Zhi asked a waiter.

The liveried waiter respectfully offered him the glass.

Song Zhi threw the broken pieces of tea into it, and poured water from the hot water bottle in Cheng Kaizu's hand. The amount of water just covered the bottom of the cup, and the height was less than one millimeter.

He turned it vigorously, and the water gradually turned brown.He drank it, poured in a little water again, and went back and forth three times. When he observed the tea soup again, the color was already too light.

Song Zhi looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup quietly, and after ten seconds, he was finally willing to speak:

"Can not be done."

Cheng Kaizu asked: "Why not?"

Walking forward, he smiled at Song Zhi, but his eyes seemed to convey other intentions: "Little boss, this tea is from everyone's collection, so don't say it casually."

Song Zhi was also about to explain to him.

Holding the tea brick in his hand, he turned it back and forth to look at it, and Xiang Bin, who was not far away, panicked.

Three hundred grams sold for 800 million, and three kilograms was worth 8000 million.Xiaozhi, take it easy!Don't look through it in your hands like this!

"It tastes sweet and delicious."

"The leaves are also considered shiny." Song Zhi said.

Qin Huai stared at Song Zhi closely.

Fang Chengyan also quickly glanced at Qin Huai who was diagonally behind him.

"The rope is very good, fat and strong." He held up the tea brick to the chandelier. "There is not much powder, and the aroma is strong."

"Tang Se'er is very pretty."

Chen Baiyu looked over there while eating: "I'll give him all the compliments!"

"What exactly is Song Zhi doing? Do you still want to buy it?"

"You can't even afford a car, and you still want to buy tea?"

After hearing his evaluation, Cheng Kaizu was very happy: "The little boss has vision!"

But the expression on Song Zhi's face did not improve, and there was always a faint doubt hidden between his brows: "It's just a little bit unremarkable."

"It doesn't take long to soak in the soup. After three times, there is no color."

Cheng Kaizu said with a smile: "That's because the tea is good! Spring tea and autumn tea are different, and the tea that is thrown in autumn is the best."

He also responded one by one: "The leaves are so small just now, the tea soup will of course fade quickly."

"No." Song Zhi shook his head, expressing that he could not accept it.

What information did he discover from the other party's words: "Autumn shows hair, but spring doesn't?"

"You said it was planted in the Tianshan Mountains, right? At such a high altitude, can tea be picked in spring?"

Cheng Kaizu was stopped by the question, and said in a blink of an eye, "The tea field is at the foot of the mountain."

"Oh—" Song Zhi nodded, not targeting him again.

"That's not bad, it's really good tea." The little tea master said.

Cheng Kaizu's heart was completely put back in his stomach, he thought it was a false alarm.

He saw the right person, and the little boss really didn't let him down from the stage.

Cheng Kaizu showed off to the entrepreneurs present again: "This is Boss Song who opened the tea house, even he said so..."

"Five hundred and one catties." Song Zhi interrupted.

"..."

The sudden change of words made Cheng Kaizu's complexion change, and the mask that had always been calm and calm seemed to be cracked at this moment.

Because Song Zhi was right from the beginning to the end, not only did the tea not come from any Tianshan Mountain, but the actual market price happened to be [-] yuan a catty.

Being guessed so accurately, he glanced in Qin Huai's direction.

I saw the other party sitting on the seat, looking at Song Zhi appreciatively.

Cheng Kaizu still smiled easily: "According to you, this tea should be in the value range around five hundred?"

"Correct."

He seemed to be laughing at the other party: "But the time value and collection value have to be calculated separately."

"Time value?" The expression on Song Zhi's face seemed to be saying, why do you still have the face to mention it?

"Oolong tea doesn't taste like this after five years."

"The degree of fermentation should not be high, the longer it lasts, the harder it will be to drink. Moreover, oolong tea cannot be kept for a long time."

"It can't be kept for a long time. This is the work of a master in the Republic of China era. He..."

"Yes." Song Zhi sighed.

"And the master you mentioned."

He looked at the tea brick, and then, with his fingertips, he picked out two identical leaves and handed them to him:

"Dragonfly head, the two arcs are exactly the same."

"The edges of the leaves are not curled, and they are pressed rigidly, which is different from the method of kneading."

"Boss Cheng." He paused, then continued, "Your tea is rolled by machine."

Rebutted one by one, speechless.

The audience was silent.

Entrepreneurs just realized that interlacing is like a mountain, and this is a real expert.

Jumping out one by one, they were stunned for a while.

"The taste is also unique to new teas. You are from Lingshan County. I think you won't know it if you taste it too much."

Song Zhi bit a piece of green dry tea between his white teeth: "Astringent."

His rebuttal was well-founded, he spat the tea back into his palm, and asked, "Anyone want to try it?"

Since this young man can't speak well, who wants to go up and drink?But Fang Changyun wanted to cooperate with him, so he waved to Song Zhi:

"Xiaozhi, take it here."

Song Zhi turned around and saw that it was the old man in a Chinese tunic suit.

Instead, he declined politely: "I'll get you some good tea later in the south, this tea is really not that serious."

Song Zhi tried his best not to look at Fang Chengyan behind him, and quickly turned his head back: "If you insist on saying that it is old tea, it is fine, but your tea is oolong. You may not know it, it is not other fermented tea, it is not the same as white tea Same, the Republic of China? 100 years? Mold has already been born!"

Cheng Kaizu couldn't argue with a hundred words.

The entrepreneur who wanted to buy tea just now also showed anger because he was fooled.

"Boss Cheng." Song Zhi said to him with bright eyes, "That's what you told me when we were together in Lingshan County."

"The tea industry is a profiteering industry, so you don't need to be poor. Learning to hoard goods and speculate on prices is more useful than anything else."

"You've really done it yourself now." He said politely, "I met you once, and I didn't plan to tear you down."

When others sell tea, they can sell it as they like, and the rich can spend their money as they want.He can't control it!

But he happened to hear the word "tea crazy".

Then Song Zhi will come over to say hello in person.

"I'm sorry that it has affected your money. But when I hear someone put the title of 'tea addict' on me, I really can't stand it."

"The hot money pusher behind you..." Song Zhi lowered his eyes, patted the tea brick, and leaves fell from it: "Why are you so careless and impatient? Take this kind of tea to fry? Does he really need money?"

His tone seemed to be prying, and he seemed to be telling someone on purpose.

Song Nai Nai's phone call yesterday made him understand that he was recognized by Qin Huai, so he is not afraid of anything now.He laughed contemptuously, with an indescribable pleasure: "Your tea table and tea pet style are quite complete."

"But are you really a 'tea fanatic'? Could it be..."

He finally looked at Qin Huai who was seated, and stopped pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "Is that also something that was fired?"

"I think you shouldn't be called a 'tea fanatic', but a 'tea speculator' instead."

"But you must know."

"Idiots in this world." The young man's expression suddenly became stern, "There really aren't that many."

I don't know if this is just a superficial meaning.

Qin Huai smiled coldly, Song Guoxiao's son was really eloquent.

Entrepreneurs also thought about it, Qinhuai indeed established a tea company after buying tea at sky-high prices... such a series...

They saw Qin Huai and Song Zhi facing each other tit for tat, and the air around them froze.

Chen Baiyu's father came over first, and smoothed things over between the two: "Don't argue with the child."

"This is a place to eat, let's not talk about business."

District Chief Sun also stood up from the side, ignored Qin Huai, and said to Song Zhi with a smile: "Little brother, why do you still have this ability?"

"Calm down, I'll treat you to a good tonic later."

Fang Changyun also walked over to support: "Five hundred speculations became 8000 million? Are you too crazy!?"

Fang Shihong even brought Fang Chengyan forward, and even shook hands with Song Zhi: "Song Zhi, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled at him, his face was exactly the same as that of Fang Chengyan: "I am Fang Changyun's son, Fang Sheng's elder brother. I haven't personally expressed my thanks to you about my father before. I just came back from abroad, and I bumped into you here today." arrive……"

He then said to Qin Huai with a serious face: "Director Qin, you started the matter first, so you can solve it as you please."

"If there is fraud, it goes without saying."

A district mayor, a tax bureau chief, and a family of the richest man.

Several big figures stood in a subtle formation, blocking Song Zhi, and separated from Qin Huai.

The entrepreneurs watched while eating, wondering why this young man was so successful in the district?Why do big businessmen and politicians come out to protect him?

All eyes were on him.

Chen Baiyu leaned on the chair, and was also very curious: "Who is Song Zhidu recruiting outside all day?"

Qin Huai's eyes were dimly lit, he was neither angry nor happy, and could not see any emotion.

A Song Zhi popped up out of nowhere and made things cold.The tens of millions of accounts receivable became a bad debt, and the road to recovery of his investment company has completely become a fantasy.

Qin Huai was silent for a long time.

Get up from your seat, turn around and leave the venue.

Cheng Kaizu wanted to follow, but was immediately stopped by his killing eyes.

Once they catch up, the cooperation between the two of them will make people laugh out loud during the sales promotion just now!

Cheng Kaizu could only sit in his original seat, and after enduring 10 minutes of cold staring, he left the venue in despair and returned to the company.

Go into the office.

Cheng Kaizu saw the scene inside and knew that Qin Huai had already lost his temper once.He dropped things on the ground, golf clubs of different textures were broken or bent, and the turf of the simulated golf course was kicked out of shape.

The veins on his neck were all bulging, and Qin Huai sat on the swivel chair, about to swallow him alive.

Cheng Kaizu knew he hadn't done a good job, and he was a little weak when he spoke, so he called out: "Mr. Qin."

"What is the relationship between Song Zhi and the Fang family?"

"..."

"Don't check yet!"

……

After the farce was over, District Chief Sun and Fang Shihong came to Song Zhi's dinner table to toast in person, and made up some dishes for them.

The three brothers were full after eating, drinking and eating, and were about to pat their buttocks and leave.

Chen Baiyu said he was going to talk to his father, and Xiang Bin went downstairs to drive.

Song Zhi was left waiting alone in the corridor.

He didn't know why and sighed, turned his back to the direction of the hall, and looked outside at the night scene of grotesque and feasting lights.

In the next second, he was violently pulled against the wall.

Song Zhi was taken aback.

The familiar scent of the visitor made him relax.

For a moment, he was annoyed by his change.

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