The boss is back, Mrs. Bo’s vests are all over the world

Hu Qiuming returned to the office and saw Mr. Zhou playing chess with him boredly. He took a look and asked, "Does Mr. Zhou drink tea? I have some good tea."

He held up the "good tea" in the fresh-keeping bag that Shu Xi had just given him like a treasure.

When Mr. Zhou saw it, his brows knitted together and he waved his hands hastily: "No, when did you have such low requirements for yourself? Drinking this kind of tea that is available all over the street has no taste at all."

Hu Qiuming just smiled. He did not agree with Mr. Zhou's statement, but he would not force others to agree with his own ideas.

Whether tea is good or bad should not be determined by the packaging, but by the tea itself.

People nowadays like flashy things that are overly packaged, but in fact they are very poor on the inside, which makes people feel like they are not worthy of their moral integrity.

It's better to be more simple and see the inside directly to get the reality.

He was minding his own business making tea. The tea had just been brewed and he was about to drink it when Mr. Zhou came over.

His cloudy eyes stared straight at the teacup in Hu Qiuming's hand, and he muttered: "Can the broken tea sold in the market now be of such good quality?"

Hu Qiuming said: "Mr. Zhou, this is not tea bought from the market. It was given to me by my master."

"Give me a drink." Mr. Zhou took a deep breath, the fragrance of the tea was refreshing.

He thought of a kind of tea, but he was not sure whether the one in Hu Qiuming's hand was real.

Hu Qiuming is a very generous person. Although Mr. Zhou was very disgusted just now, as long as he asks for it now, he will generously push the teacup in front of Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou took it, smelled the tea first, and then took another sip.

He didn't speak, but the expression on his face was one of shock.

"You said this was given to you by your master and she made the tea herself?"

After a while, Mr. Zhou spoke, his tone full of excitement.

Hu Qiuming said: "Yes."

"You...you..." Mrs. Zhou was so excited that she was speechless for a moment.

"You can sell it to me for any amount of money." He suddenly said.

Hu Qiuming was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and hurriedly refused: "No! My master gave it to me!"

This was given to him by Master, and it contained Master's love for him. He couldn't sell it!

"Five million, sell it to me!" Mr. Zhou said.

"what?"

Hu Qiuming was stunned again.

Although he doesn't pay much attention to appearance, is the tea in a zip-keeping bag really worth five million?

The tea here is less than a pound, right? Can it be sold for five million?

Mr. Zhou looked at Hu Qiuming's expression and knew that he must not know the goods, so he opened the offer for five million.

They say there is no dishonest businessman, and he even cheats acquaintances.

Just because Hu Qiuming doesn't know the goods doesn't mean he doesn't know the goods.

Master and apprentice Hu Qiuming were wasting everything they had. Such good tea was only packed in a fresh-keeping bag!

This is the famous Dahongpao, and only the tea leaves from the mother tree of Dahongpao have such quality!

This Dahongpao has a great origin. It grows on a cliff. It has short sunshine, much reflected light, and a large temperature difference between day and night. There are fine springs dripping from the top of the rock all year round.

This special natural environment creates the unique quality of Dahongpao.

These mother trees can only produce 20.8 grams of tea leaves a year. The highest auction price of finished tea leaves is 20 yuan for 520 grams, which is equivalent to million yuan per pound.

In other words, the tea leaves from the Dahongpao mother tree with really good quality are almost always priced but not available in the market. They only have a small amount every year, and they are sold out as soon as they are released, making it impossible to grab them!

Unexpectedly, Shu Xi, a girl who looked casual and had never seen the world, was so generous and gave Hu Qiuming such good tea.

I thought that since he had already offered such a high price, Hu Qiuming would be happy to agree.

Unexpectedly, Hu Qiuming actually refused: "I won't sell it. This is a gift from my master. No matter how expensive it is, I won't sell it!"

He paused and then said, "But if you like, you can come over and have tea with me."

Mr. Zhou made a sound, it seemed that he couldn't be tricked anymore.

No, he has to think of another way.

At this time, Shu Xi opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Mr. Zhou, she nodded towards Mr. Zhou.

"Master, drink tea." Hu Qiuming pushed the brewed tea to Shu Xi.

Shu Xi naturally took the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

She looked at Mr. Zhou and said, "I'm here to help you with acupuncture."

While Mr. Zhou was giving Shu Xi acupuncture, he asked tentatively: "Little girl, do you sell your tea? I bought it."

Shu Xi said: "Sell it, the market price is three hundred thousand and twenty grams."

"Okay, I want as many as you want!"

Shu Xi said: "I have to wait for this year's new tea. I will let you know when it is available."

"OK, no problem."

Do all their wealthy people do business so casually? It's as simple as buying groceries on the street.

"Ok?"

Hu Qiuming almost spit out the tea in his mouth, but when he heard that the tea was so expensive, he swallowed it back alive.

Mamma Mia, is he drinking tea? More expensive than gold!

Knowing that this tea is so expensive, he should drink it sparingly and not waste it!

Shu Xi helped Mr. Zhou with acupuncture and then left. If it were normal, Mr. Zhou would also leave.

But today he was sitting here shamelessly, begging for tea from Hu Qiuming.

Hu Qiuming didn't rush or didn't rush. He could only watch helplessly as Mr. Zhou drank cup after cup of his tea.

Heart hurts!

At this moment, Hu Qiuming's office door was knocked again: "Director Hu, someone is looking for Mr. Zhou."

Hu Qiuming seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said hurriedly: "Quick, please come in."

Bo Mu Nian opened the door and walked in: "Excuse me."

Hu Qiuming was stunned when he saw Bo Mu Nian.

This...this is not...

Before he could say hello, Bo Mu Nian walked to Mr. Zhou and knelt down: "Grandpa."

Hu Qiuming's eyes widened even more. What kind of messy relationship is this?

Mr. Zhou snorted coldly: "Do you still remember that I am your grandfather? You didn't tell me about your marriage. I have been in Jiangcheng for so long, and you haven't come to see me."

Bo Mu Nian said: "You didn't tell me, so..."

Mr. Zhou snorted coldly. He didn't care. Anyway, he was right. If he was wrong, it would be Bo Mingnian's fault: "If I didn't tell you, wouldn't you know how to check it yourself? Can you blame me for this?"

Bao Nian had no choice but to coax him like a child: "Yes, you are right. It's all my fault. It's my fault."

Mr. Zhou snorted coldly and said, "Huh, that's pretty much it."

Bo Nian coaxed Mr. Zhou again: "I'll take you to dinner."

He paused and then said: "Bring my wife over to meet you."

When he mentioned the word wife, a soft light flashed in Bo Mu Nian's eyes.

Mr. Zhou licked his lips. He still didn't want to see such a look on Bo Mu Nian's face.

but……

"No." Mr. Zhou said displeasedly.

Bo Mu Nian looked at him in astonishment, his eyes seeming to say, why not?