Yang Dongxu and Miao Shan sat opposite each other at the Xiaonan Lake Tea House next to the West Lake. Miao Shan was concentrating on making tea and playing with the tea ceremony that was becoming more and more emotional.
The Miao Shan in front of him had a bald head, but he didn't look fierce at all. The previous hostility in Master Miao seemed to have disappeared.
Miao Shan is now bareheaded, with a large piece of jade Guanyin hanging around his neck and a Bodhi seed on his wrist that he hasn't played with much yet. Then he holds a string of dark purple sandalwood beads in his hand, paired with He is now fatter and has a kinder look, a bit more like an old man, and the whole person looks very angry.
Miao Shan concentrated on making tea, while Yang Dongxu looked at the lake in the distance as if he was wandering around.
To be honest, sometimes the promotional photos of scenic spots are much more beautiful than the real scenes of the scenic spots. Although the West Lake is really beautiful, compared to the broken bridge in the TV series, the imaginary Su Causeway, or the three pools reflecting the moon, the general feeling is A little different in artistic conception.
Just like the flying water flowing down three thousand feet in Li Bai's poem, it sounds majestic, but when you take a closer look, even when the water flow is sufficient in the rainy season, although it looks a bit imposing, it always feels not as powerful as in the poem. The momentum is fascinating.
The two of them moved and fell silent for a while. Yang Dongxu seemed to have brought his mind back to the white god of West Lake, and took a sip of the tea in front of him. He said something very embarrassing, "It doesn't seem like there is much difference."
"Your heart is not calm enough!" Miao Shan said.
"You and I, please don't engage in Zen, philosophy or anything like that." Yang Dongxu glanced at his mouth.
Maybe it was because he was a layman in both lives. Even though his status was different, he still couldn't taste what flowers he could taste when his mind was calm and when his mind was not calm. It was just a pot of tea. It seems that eating two more steamed buns when he is in a good mood can make him understand better.
"This doesn't make sense to you!" Miao Shan shook his head.
Talking about tea ceremony with people like Yang Dongxu who don't have this hobby is like playing the piano to a cow, or talking to a chicken to a duck. This is like talking about food between a vegetarian and a carnivore. The two people are not on the same channel at all and cannot communicate.
"This tea set isn't that good either." Yang Dongxu continued without stopping.
This is a bit confusing, because this tea set does not belong to this teahouse. Miao Shan, who is deeply involved in tea ceremony, not only has his own pursuit of tea, but also the water for making tea, and his pursuit of tea sets is even more fanatical.
Therefore, as a tea connoisseur, it is the most basic quality to bring tea and water with you when you go to a teahouse to drink.
The difference between the set of purple clay teapots in Miaoshan in front of me is that it is not only as simple as a famous brand, but also made by a master. Just such a small tea set and an Audi are gone!
"What do you know?" Miao Shan rolled his eyes.
Although he now eats with Yang Dongxu, he is a worker under Yang Dongxu. But the more I get along with Yang Dongxu, the more I understand that respect is enough in my heart.
Do what you have to do well, and put yourself in the right position when working. As for meeting in private and getting along as friends, that way Yang Dongxu is comfortable and you are comfortable too.
Of course, if you have a relationship that you feel very good about privately, you have to put it into work and want to do something. Yang Dongxu will instantly make you understand what is the cold blood of capital.
"I have several tea sets belonging to Mr. Gu." Yang Dongxu said.
Miao Shan, who was originally retorting like a friend, was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. After that, he started to become a little doubtful.
"Mr. Gu Jingzhou?"
"Otherwise, who do you think I'm talking about?" Yang Dongxu spread his hands.
"How many sets?"
"Three or four sets, I haven't used them for a long time and I can't remember."
"Did you know that tea sets need to be kept?" Miao Shan became excited.
Gu Jingzhou is a great master in the field of modern purple clay teapots. The tea set he is using is because the person who made it has studied with Mr. Gu for a period of time. With such a name and a few skills, the tea set in front of him is no different than an Audi. .
If someone said that he didn't take care of Mr. Gu's pot and didn't know where to put it to gather dust, Miao Shan would definitely sneer and think that the other person was bragging. That was Mr. Gu.
Although he is a modern master, he is also the kind whose works go directly into museums. The purple clay pots he made are not simply marketable but priceless, they can really be used as family heirlooms.
But Yang Dongxu said this, so there is no need to consider whether it is true or not, it must be true. Because Miao Shan was lucky enough to visit Yang Dongxu’s courtyard in Yanjing.
Not to mention the ornaments in the courtyard hall, Miao Shan even suspected that the floor tiles in the courtyard were made from the same mold as the floor tiles in the Forbidden City.
"I know, the old man used to play around with it a lot, but now that he has gone to the countryside to retire, he likes to go fishing and it is inconvenient to bring a tea set there, so he likes to bring a big thermal teapot and throw a handful of tea leaves into it. If no one uses it, just leave it there.
Don't be so excited. It's just a few tea sets. I also have a square pot made by Chen Mingyuan. Did I say anything? "Yang Dongxu spread his hands again.
But that look on Miao Shan's face made him want to beat someone up. That person was Chen Mingyuan, the most famous purple clay pot maker in the Qing Dynasty. No matter which industry can be crowned the number one, he is definitely not a simple person.
What's more, in the world of purple clay pots, where reputation is extremely important and craftsmanship is extremely strict. The gold content of the purple clay teapot made by Chen Mingyuan was first seen in the Qing Dynasty.
"Okay, I won't tease you. I'll take you to see it when I have time." Seeing Miao Shan, he was really a little anxious. After all, he really liked the tea ceremony, and Yang Dongxu was deeply involved in it. That was enough.
"Just to take a look?"
"I don't dare to give away the old man's things. Why don't you ask the old man for it?" Yang Dongxu blinked.
"Pretend I never said this!" Although the south and the north were in different places, Miao Shan had still heard of the old man's name.
To be more precise, the person who had brought Miao Shan into the industry was different from the old man, let alone him, Miao Shan. If you want to ask for something from an old man, you should just go to bed. Even if he is dreaming, he doesn't have the guts.
"But you said you wanted to show me." Although I didn't dare to ask for it, I definitely wanted to see it. Although this thing is in the museum, it is not allowed to be touched in the museum.
Besides, after reading it all, wouldn’t it be natural to bring some good tea leaves and make a pot of tea?
"Look at how worried you are about everything." Yang Dongxu teased, then changed the subject, "Where does the food go?"
He and Miao Shan made an appointment here not just to watch the scenery and drink tea, they had something to talk about.
"We should be arriving in Malacca by now. The one from the north should arrive faster. It only takes a day or two to load the car and arrive at the station." Miao Shan said.
Yang Dongxu's food target is not only Europe and the United States, but also a lot from the north. Land transportation is faster than sea transportation. Although volume is an issue, as long as the transportation chain and procedures are in place, a trainload of goods can be transported.
"Be careful, these batches of grain are very important and related to next year's business." Yang Dongxu said.
"I'll keep an eye on it myself!"
(End of chapter)
