"Is this the same thing again?"
Xie Lixuan hammered the desk with his hand irritably, and his two gray eyebrows slowly became entangled together. After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his son standing beside him, and asked uncertainly Said: "What do you think...what do they mean? Do they want to talk about it, or do they not want to talk about it?"
"They should want to talk. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent anyone here. It's just unclear why they did this." Xie Jun shook his head with a sad look on his face.
In order to facilitate this transaction, he had worked very hard over the past six months, forgetting to eat and sleep, but who would have thought that this long march of thousands of miles was about to end, but he got stuck at the last step.
He was so depressed that he wanted to shoot all those bastards with a submachine gun!
"We want to talk, but they still make things difficult for us. What do these bastards want?!" Xie Lixuan rubbed his temples with a headache, and suddenly felt very tired.
In fact, it was quite difficult for him. The old brother at the research institute kept clamoring for skills all day long, and even went to his house several times to urge him, acting like a debt collector.
But Lao Maozi keeps holding on to what they want, neither saying to sell it nor saying not to sell it. He just keeps sending out signals of indifference, which is really driving people crazy.
"Here comes the tea!" At this moment, Chu Heng walked in happily, holding a thermos in one hand and a tray steadily in the other hand. On it were a teapot exuding a faint fragrance of tea and several white porcelain tea cups.
When he came to the desk, Xie Jun smelled the special fragrance of tea in the air, and his expression suddenly became strange. He glanced sideways at Chu Heng, who was smiling playfully, and took a few steps back calmly.
Isn’t this kid uncomfortable if he doesn’t seek death?
The old man had been collecting the old Pu'er for more than ten years without taking a sip, so he just smashed it and soaked it?
But should I say it, it smells really good, and I don’t know what it feels like when I drink it.
"Come on, come on, old man, drink tea! Look at my skills!" Chu Heng diligently picked up the teapot and got three cups of tea. He first picked up one cup and put it in front of Old Man Xie, and then gave it to Old Man Xie. Xie Jun handed over a glass.
Finally, he picked up the remaining cup and drank it, smiling happily and saying yes.
"Huh, Ziliu!"
Xie Jun squinted his eyes and took a sip. After smacking the taste in his mouth, he couldn't help but nodded. No wonder the old man treasured the tea brick so much. The taste was indeed not comparable to ordinary tea!
But it’s good, but it’s a bit expensive...
Xie Jun thought that the old man valued the tea brick as much as his life, so he quickly drank the tea in the cup, then quickly refilled the cup, then walked out of the study with the tea and thoughtfully closed the door.
Then, he stood in the yard, enjoying the tea.
Not long after.
Xie Lixuan's furious roar came from the study behind him.
"You fucking dismantled my Billionaire?!"
Immediately afterwards, Chu Heng's shrill screams came from the house, which really made those who heard it sad.
When Xie Jun heard the sound, he shivered like a reflex. He couldn't bear to look back and forgot about the study. He held the tea cup and raised it from a distance, as if he was paying homage and thanking him.
After a while, the study door slowly opened, and Chu Heng, who had been kicked several times by the old man, limped out. He grinned and greeted Xie Jun: "Uncle Xie, the old man is calling you!"
"You, you, you really brought it upon yourself." Xie Jun glanced at this guy with a smile on his face, then walked slowly into the study room holding the tea cup that he had finished drinking long ago, and went straight to the desk, ready to refill it.
"Put that away for me!" Xie Lixuan was like Xiao Liuhong protecting food, glaring and putting his hand on the teapot.
Xie Jun sniffed the scent of tea in the air in disappointment, put down the empty cup honestly, and asked softly: "Dad, what did you call me for?"
"Next time you go to the embassy, take that bastard with you. Don't those bastards like drinking? Then let these two gangs of trouble come together!" Xie Lixuan glanced coldly at Chu Heng, who was standing at the door. He hummed: "If he can't get over those idiots after drinking, I'll throw him to the northwest to eat dirt!"
Chu Heng heard this, but he didn't take it seriously. He raised his stubble-covered chin with disdain and said, "Hey, don't worry about this. My reputation as the Great Sea King of the Four-Nine Cities is not for nothing." Yes, if those bastards hadn’t wet their pants so much, I wouldn’t have bothered you, I would have jumped into the moat myself!”
"Why did I forget this kid?" Xie Jun's eyes lit up, and then he frowned, looked at Xie Lixuan, and said, "But this is a bit against the rules, dad, he is not from one of our ministries. Moreover, this matter also involves some confidentiality clauses. If he is an outsider involved, can the superiors agree?"
"You are useless, why don't you ask for foreign help?"
Xie Lixuan glared at him and waved his hand impatiently: "That's it. I'll approve the note for you later and ask him to sign a confidentiality agreement. Special matters will be dealt with!"
"Okay then." Xie Jun nodded with a wry smile, then looked at Chu Heng and asked with a smile: "Tell the truth to Uncle Xie, how much alcohol can your kid really drink? It's like what's said outside, a fight with fifty , How many pounds does one meal weigh?”
"I can drink these!"
Chu Heng stretched out a finger with a mysterious look.
"What do you mean?" Xie Jun asked confused.
"Keep drinking!" Chu Heng said proudly.
"You kid!" Xie Jun smiled.
"You said you're fat and you're still breathing!" Xie Lixuan glanced at Chu Heng with disgust. He didn't like this guy now. He always felt that his standing posture was too upright, and he wanted to give him a try, like playing drums. of.
"What I'm telling you is the truth." Chu Heng muttered, shrinking his neck, and then actively chatted with the two men about Lao Maozi's affairs, secretly poking at him and starting to prepare for the battle. He waited until after lunch at noon, Then we left in a jeep.
Not long after he left, Xie Lixuan's roar came from the living room of the Xie family.
"Chu Heng, you bastard! How dare you follow my tea leaves!"
In the jeep, after Chu Heng left the compound, he thiefly dug out the tea leaves hidden in the warehouse, put it under his nose and smelled it with a drunken look, and murmured: "Grandpa Xie's house is really good. There are so many, it looks like I will have to come here more often in the future!”
The driver looked through the rearview mirror curiously and asked him suspiciously: "Hey, Xiao Chu, where did you get the tea brick you took? Why does it look familiar to me?"
"You should have seen it before. Thank you grandpa for hiding the centuries-old tea brick." Chu Heng raised his head with a smile, and generously broke off a small piece from the tea brick and handed it over: "Come on, Brother Miao, see you. Yes, take this back and drink it, I tell you it tastes pretty good!"
The driver, who was unaware of the situation, raised his eyebrows, glanced at the small piece of tea that was handed over, and couldn't help but take it: "Then I'm not polite. I want to take advantage of you and have a taste of this good thing. It's time to Don't tell me, Mr. Xie really loves you, he has been hiding this tea brick for many years."
"No, it hurts quite a bit."
Chu Heng rubbed his butt and grinned again.
