Hearing this, everyone was stunned...
Song Ming, who had walked out a few steps, suddenly froze in place, took out his ears, pulled the guy who came with him, and asked, "What did I just hear?"
The waiter looked confused and said: "I don't know..."
"What do I need from you?" Song Ming shook him off, looked back at Fang Zheng excitedly, and asked, "Master, do you have something better?"
Before Fang Zheng could say anything, Xianyu rolled his eyes and said, "I just pulled off two leaves and soaked them in water. What's better?"
"Whatever?"
"Teared two pieces?"
"Drink with water?"
…
Everyone smelled the fragrance that had not dissipated, and they suddenly realized that they really didn't understand the world of monsters...
In any case, everyone cheered after confirming that Fang Zheng would indeed provide better tea.
Tang Chen suddenly had an idea, jumped up, waved and said: "Listen to me, everyone knows about Abbot Fangzheng's gift of tea. Don't post it on WeChat Moments, and don't tell outsiders! Let's prepare it for the Hiei family. A feast!”
"You are good or bad, hehe..."
"I like… "
"necessary!"
…
We hit it off immediately and immediately gave up on posting on Moments.
For a moment, the mountain was filled with conspiratorial laughter and murmurs.
"I can't wait to hear the slap in the face."
"Sit and wait..."
"Ms. Song, please live broadcast."
…
Fang Zheng gave Song Ming a small bag of cold bamboo leaves. He was not good at making tea and didn't know how to make tea. What can be provided are raw materials. As for how Song Ming and others operate, that is their business.
Fang Zheng also gave up on watching the fun. His mind was now on his Hanzhu Mecha. This was his childhood dream and now his joy...
As for other people's requests for tea, Fang Zheng refused directly.
"Dear donors, there are too few young leaves of the best cold bamboo, only so much in a year. If you all come to ask for it, won't the poor monk have nothing to drink? The poor monk is actually quite stingy. He plans to keep it for himself and not to go out. Sell it, so let’s leave it at that. Let’s disperse..." Fang Zheng said.
"Master, just give us a sip. After we finish drinking, we will give up." Many people begged.
"That's right, I've been waiting for two days, can you just take pity on me?"
…
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "If everyone comes to wait like this, and the poor monk doesn't have so much tea to bring out, wouldn't he be letting down a lot of people? This gap cannot be opened, let's disperse."
After saying that, Fang Zheng went back to the temple without looking back. He walked out of the back door and went straight to the cold bamboo forest in the back mountain, letting the unwilling wailing of everyone outside ring through the mountains.
But everyone just shouted, and soon everyone's attention shifted to the upcoming tea competition.
After all, there is real Hanzhu tea in the arena. No matter whether you can mix it with a sip or not, you can just smell it! It's better than waiting in this mountain.
Others immediately went to find Song Ming to establish relations...
Tang Chen followed Tang Mulu down the mountain. On the mountain road, Tang Chen said unwillingly: "Master, if you really want to drink..."
Tang Muddleheaded shook his head and said: "Try three mouths to taste tea. One mouthful tastes the tea in the cup, one mouthful tastes the tea in the heart, and one mouthful tastes the natural taste. If you get it naturally, just taste it. The twisted melon, It goes against your heart and nature, and all that’s left is just your appetite. Let’s go and have a look at the foot of the mountain.”
After hearing this, Tang Chen had some understanding, nodded slightly and said, "Disciple understands."
Later, Tang Chen asked: "Down the mountain? What is there to see at the foot of the mountain? Is Master also going to participate in the tea competition?"
Tang Mumu smiled and said: "Of course, it's all in front of you, I have to go take a look."
When Tang Chen heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and said, "This is great, haha... I'll go talk to the organizer right now."
"Stop!" Tang Muzhu scolded, and Tang Chen immediately stopped.
Tang confusedly said: "You always want to take shortcuts and find connections in everything. This is not a closed competition, this is an open competition. Just buy a ticket and go in to see it. How can there be so much pretentiousness."
Tang Chen blushed and nodded in agreement.
Tang Mudu said as he walked: "Power is a good thing, but use it as little as possible. If you get used to power, when it is convenient for you, it will drag you down. When you find that you have reached hell, I no longer want to give up power and be an individual,” he said.
Tang Chen seemed to understand what he heard, but he also roughly understood what Tang was confused about. In today's officialdom, if power was not misused, everything would seem to be as peaceful as water. Once you set a precedent, misuse power, and enjoy the convenience of power, it will be like a river bursting its banks, flowing thousands of miles, and you can't stop it even if you want!
If we say who is the happiest, Song Ming is the happiest. She puts the small bag of cold bamboo leaves in her hand for fear of losing it, and puts it in her pocket for fear of leaking. In the end, she simply hugged it with both hands, as if she could feel relieved only by feeling its presence at all times.
At the same time, someone else was also very happy, and that was Boss Qian.
"Boss Qian, our cooperation is based on your ability to give us what we need. But this time, you let us down."
In a private room of an R-style restaurant, Boss Qian and a man were sitting face to face. The man was wearing a kimono, and when he spoke, he had a taste of R country.
"Mr. Ishii, I don't think so." Boss Qian shook his head.
"Oh? What do you say? You know, what we need is Hanzhu Tea. We need to know the detailed information of our opponents in advance. You Chinese people have a saying: Know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in any battle. Our Hiei family lost last time On this, this time, we don’t want to repeat the same mistakes,” Ishii said.
Boss Qian said: "Mr. Ishii, although I didn't get Hanzhu Tea, I also messed up the matter of Song Ming and others getting Hanzhu Tea. I pretended to be stupid, was embarrassed, messed up on the mountain, and even lost one The purpose of such an old face is to prevent Hanzhucha from appearing in the competition. In fact, if Hanzhucha is really that good and even surpasses Hiei-san, so what if Mr. Ishii gets the tea? Doesn’t he still have to lose
On the contrary, what I brought is what you need most urgently. That's victory! "
Ishii's originally stern face suddenly melted away like a spring breeze after hearing these words, and he sighed: "No wonder the head of the family likes to cooperate with Boss Qian so much. Boss Qian is indeed our friend and thinks more thoughtfully than us. Cheers to our friendship?”
Ishii raised his glass, Boss Qian chuckled, and the two clinked their glasses. The two foxes didn't know what they were planning in their minds, but one thing they knew very well was that their interests were tied together, and neither could live without the other.
(End of chapter)