Lin Feng's character is relatively casual and not very selfish. But at the same time, he will not be too generous. In Lin Feng's eyes, everything is principled. And having a meal with Wang Tieping and the others is actually not a big deal.
After getting in the car, we drove towards the Beishan base center.
"I don't know where Mr. Lin is from."
Wang Tieping, Wang Shimin and Lin Feng sat in a car. After getting in the car, Wang Tieping asked Lin Feng carefully.
In Wang Tieping's opinion, a level 7 cultivator like Lin Feng must be the leader of a medium or large base, so he asked this question.
"There is no fixed place, it just goes wherever you go."
This is the truth. Although Lin Feng currently lives in Tianlong Base, in the turmoil of the end of the world, no one knows where he will be next. Lin Feng's answer is normal.
"Oh? Then I wonder if Mr. Lin intends to develop in Beishan Base? I think with his level of strength, becoming a leader here is not a problem."
After listening to Lin Feng's words, Wang Tieping cautiously probed.
Wang Tieping is a veteran who has been in business for many years, and after entering the apocalypse, he was one of the leaders of a small base, and he has a good understanding of politics. In his opinion, if Lin Feng could become a leader in Beishan Base, relying on his relationship with Wang Shimin, it would be very beneficial to Wang Tieping.
Wang Tieping is not very familiar with the current leader of Beishan Base, and they only had a few interactions when they first came here. If Lin Feng could also be stationed at the Beishan base, his relationship with him would definitely be closer than that between him and the leader. In this way, his status as Wang Tieping would be much improved than before.
After listening to Wang Tieping's words, Lin Feng said nothing, just smiled and shook his head.
Lin Feng understood what Wang Tieping meant, but he didn't want to be the leader of the base. The most important thing in the apocalypse is the improvement of strength, and gaining power is not what Lin Feng is good at. Besides, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Now that Beishan Base already has a leader, how could he give up half of his rights so easily? What Wang Tieping said is true, but in fact it does not work.
Seeing that Lin Feng didn't speak, Wang Tieping stopped talking.
The city center of Beishan base is still prosperous. Although it is not a feasting and feasting, there are still people coming and going on the streets.
The car stopped in front of a large hotel, and Wang Tieping, his son, and Lin Feng got out of the car. Others were waiting in the car, and because of their status, they were not able to dine with Wang Tieping.
This hotel has three floors. According to Wang Tieping, this is the best hotel in the Beishan base. Almost all the base's top executives and high-level practitioners come here, and the price is prohibitive for ordinary people.
Lin Feng took a rough look at the hotel's decoration from the outside, and found that it was actually about the same level as a mid-range hotel in his previous life. But it’s not bad to be able to open a hotel like this in the apocalypse.
Under the guidance of the beautiful waiter, Lin Feng, Wang Tieping and his son passed through what Wang Tieping called a luxurious hall, but in Lin Feng's eyes it could only be regarded as an ordinary hall, and walked into the private room reserved by Wang Tieping in advance.
The waiters look good and are carefully selected. In Lin Feng's previous life, he could be compared to a car model, but in this apocalyptic world, no matter how beautiful a person is without strength, he will be reduced to the bottom of society.
The entire hotel is decorated in an antique style, and the layout of the private rooms is also antique. Mahogany, which was originally precious before the end of the world, is only used as an ordinary table and chair here. In addition, there is a coffee table in the private room. Of course, if you drink tea, you will definitely have to pay.
"Come on, Mr. Lin, try my Longjing first."
After ordering a few dishes, Wang Tieping asked Lin Feng to sit on the sofa next to the coffee table while the food was not being served. Wang Tieping took out a tea can from the Doomsday Table and said with a smile. At the same time, his expression was secretly proud, it seemed that the tea he took out was good.
Without saying anything, Lin Feng took the tea can placed on the coffee table and opened it. A mildewy smell came over him.
What is this!
Looking at the tea can in front of him, Lin Feng frowned.
As a green tea, Longjing tea cannot be stored for a long time. It will oxidize over time and seriously lose its original fragrance. If you want to store it for a long time, it must be stored in a sealed tin can. Even then, it cannot be left for too long. And Wang Tieping's jar of tea had obviously been stored for a long time.
Lin Feng really didn't know why Wang Tieping was so proud of bringing out such tea.
In fact, Lin Feng wrongly blamed Wang Tieping. It is good to have such tea in the apocalypse. After three years of the apocalypse, most of the supplies have been consumed. Even though tea can be stored for a long time, the quantity is still relatively small.
Take Wang Tieping's jar of tea as an example. Even a slightly moldy Longjing tea would cost five white crystals per gram in the apocalypse. A can of tea weighs about 100 grams, which costs Wang Tieping 500 white crystals. This is because Wang Tieping was one of the leaders of a small base before, so he can afford such expensive luxuries. Most people who want to drink tea can't even afford tea stems.
Wang Tieping has stored this jar of tea for more than a year. He will only take it out when he meets an extremely distinguished guest. On weekdays, Wang Tieping is reluctant to drink at all. Only when he is too greedy, he will drink another low-end tea that he bought with one white crystal per gram.
"In this season, you should drink black tea."
Lin Feng put the tea can on the coffee table and said.
It is late autumn at this time, and green tea such as Longjing should be drunk in spring and summer. It is better to drink black tea or oolong tea at this time, so Lin Feng said this.
"Um... To be honest, Mr. Lin, I only have this kind of tea that I can get."
Wang Tieping's posture in front of Lin Feng was very good. In front of the powerful level 7 cultivator, it was already good to be able to speak normally.
It’s not that there’s no shortage of good tea in the apocalypse, but Wang Tieping can’t afford it. There are dozens or hundreds of white crystals per gram of good tea, which a level 4 cultivator like him can afford. After three years as the leader of the base, Wang Tieping has only accumulated a few thousand white crystals. This jar of Longjing is already his most valuable luxury item.
"Forget it, just drink from me."
Looking at the moldy jar of Longjing, Lin Feng really had no intention of drinking it.
Fortunately, during the previous period, I picked up things from the supermarket every day, and there was no waste at all. Lin Feng also has some tea leaves in his apocalyptic list, so it would be a good idea to take them out and drink some now.
Lin Feng took out a handle of Pu'er tea from the Doomsday Table and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
This cake of Pu'er tea was taken out by Lin Feng from the tea counter in the supermarket. At that time, Lin Feng was a level 3 practitioner and could only take out 3 kilograms of things from the supermarket at a time. And that time, Lin Feng took 5 cakes of Pu'er tea at once, all of which were of good vintage. If he hadn't seen the coffee table in the hotel private room today, Lin Feng would never have remembered it.
"Pu'er tea!"
Seeing the Pu'er tea cakes on the coffee table, Wang Tieping's eyes widened and he screamed.
(End of chapter)