Sitting in the private room, Ye Qi squinted his eyes and glanced around - if he remembered correctly, this place was a bench outside the central square before; looking again, it was obviously carefully arranged, with good sound insulation and lighting equipment private room facilities; Ye Qi had to admit the swiftness of the supreme government and the influence of the identity of the chameleon.
Of course, there is also admiration for Gefa's ability to get tickets for the first box in such a short period of time—after all, like the box in front of him that is less than five meters away from the stage, Ye Qi doesn't believe that he can do it just by having money. arrived.
"Teacher, your milk tea!"
Gefa brought the steaming milk tea to the low tea table next to Ye Qi's sofa—*** the private room is not just decoration and other hardware facilities; on the right hand side of entering the private room, there is a wine cabinet with a height of one person; Although it is not as rich as the one in the secret room of the capital of killing thoughts, it basically has everything that should be there, and there are even three or two bottles of extremely high-grade varieties on the top floor; and this extremely high-grade has covered absolutely Most of the rich.
And in front of the wine cabinet, on a round table covered with fine brown and emerald green satin, all kinds of fresh fruits are placed on sterling silver plates; There are several highly representative fruits placed there.
As for milk tea
The charcoal-heated teapot standing on the left and the various spices placed around it are enough to make any picky person speechless—Ye Qi took a sip of the milk tea made by his disciples himself. Some are inferior, but the perfection of raw materials covers up these deficiencies well.
The aroma slowly spread on the tip of the tongue along with the heat, making Ye Qi close his eyes comfortably.
Sure enough, there is something intoxicating about power!
With a little bit of emotion, Ye Qi put the milk tea on the low tea table beside him—Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Ye Qi had to say that this milk tea was one of the few good ones he drank; The poor craftsmanship makes the taste slightly lacking, and there is no concealing its existence.
After all, no matter how clumsy the craftsmanship, with perfect materials, it is more delicious than the boiling water he boiled in a water heater and poured directly into a teacup filled with instant granules—Ye Qi can say without hesitation that the milk tea he drinks now It is indeed an enjoyment; however, it is not something that ordinary people can enjoy, not even him.
After all, according to Ye Qi's simple estimate, the cost of this cup of milk tea has reached two to three Kimptons; if other utensils and wear and tear are included, one or two Kimptons will be added!
Moreover, the more important issue is not only about money, but also because he has not yet reached the age of retirement, and he does not want to be dulled by these material enjoyments—of course, even after retirement, It is impossible for Ye Qi to live like this. After all, in order to support such a luxurious life, based on his current income rate and the life expectancy of a normal person, he must at least work until he is seventy years old...
What's more, his life expectancy cannot be calculated by ordinary people!
For a luxurious life, Ye Qi has no such habit!
"Teacher, how's it going? Is the taste inappropriate?" Gefa was extremely disturbed by Ye Qi's performance at the moment. He watched Ye Qi's expression nervously, and explained shyly: "This is my first time. Make milk tea for the second time; do I need to find a chef who has changed jobs?"
"This is one of the few fine products I've ever had!" Opening his eyes, Ye Qi waved his hand to the apprehensive disciple with a smile, and at the same time pointed to the raw materials exchanged by stacks of Kimptons: "They It is indispensable; of course, your craftsmanship still needs to be improved!"
"Yes, teacher!"
After Ye Qi's explanation, Gefa immediately felt relieved, but Ye Qi's teasing in the last sentence made Gefa's face blush a little - but the knock on the door that followed allowed the boy to escape an embarrassing fate .
Seeing the young man rushing to open the door, Ye Qi turned his head indifferently, and looked at the empty stage where the performance had not yet started—the familiar fluctuations from the blind fighting perception made Ye Qi know that he was coming without opening the door. Who is it.
…
"Excuse me, are you?"
Gefa who opened the door of the private room was stunned when he looked at the person in front of him—at first he thought it was the organizer’s service staff who came to make ordinary inquiries, but the casually dressed man with thin cheeks obviously couldn’t be Organizer's staff.
Regardless of the information revealed from the other party's clothing or actions, even if there is a sense of depression all over the body at the moment, the ability hidden in the bones still allows Song Fa to be very sure that the other party must be from the army— After all, many of the foreign bodyguards hired by his family had a similar aura, and they were originally elites in the army.
While Gefa was sizing up Moretti, Moretti also glanced at the young man in front of him, but compared to Gefa's carefulness; Moretti's gaze seemed very subconscious, as if Gefa was just an ordinary passerby— After all, after learning that Ye Qi existed in the private room, even Moretti would only focus on Ye Qi.
As for the singing method
At this moment, in Moretti's eyes, he is just a well-behaved and well-mannered young man; at most, he has an extra maturity that his peers don't have!
"Hello, is Your Excellency Ye Qi here?"
Although Moretti's eyes confirmed Ye Qi's identity when he caught sight of the back figure sitting on the sofa inside the private room, out of respect for Ye Qi and basic etiquette, he still asked in a low voice.
However, Moretti's attitude made Gefa very dissatisfied; but with the presence of Ye Qi in the private room, as a disciple, Gefa had no right to speak even if he was dissatisfied—just as Gefa was about to answer, and asked While Moretti was waiting, Ye Qi, who had his back to the door, suddenly spoke.
"Gefa, I don't want to see anyone right now!"
"Yes, my teacher!" After Gefa replied respectfully to Ye Qi, he immediately turned around, stared at Moretti, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, My teacher doesn't want to see anyone!"
Song Fa's voice was ice-cold, although the tone was not as powerful as Ye Qi's because it was mixed with the dragon's blood, but there was a faint sense of oppression in it.
***I have been repairing it all night***p, and it almost turned into a brick... What a sad reminder...
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