There Is A Dragon In My Well

"This is our first meeting. I brought some gifts from my hometown to my uncle and aunt. Please accept them."

Chu Qiu's posture was calm, neither humble nor overbearing, and he handed over a jade pot and jade box.

"Look at you, you are so polite. You are from the mainland. Your etiquette is thoughtful! Hahaha..."

Tang Jinghong smiled brightly and without any pretense. He reached out to catch the gift, but as soon as he touched the gift, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

nice one!

It is as moist as grease and as fine as oil!

Gently rub it, it has a strong and comfortable feel that makes people put it down.

"What a jade!"

Tang Jinghong couldn't help but blurt out his praise, "What a jade! It's indeed a good jade!"

"I have a mutton-fat jade handle piece, but in terms of feel and texture, it is not as good as these two objects!"

"My mutton-fat jade handle is made from mountain material, but yours is probably made from mutton-fat jade seeds!"

Tang Jinghong exclaimed: "My nephew has done something extraordinary. I would never have accepted such valuable things, but these two objects are so lovable that I can't let them go!"

"It's hard to find this mutton-fat jade seed material nowadays, so I stopped being pretentious and just collected it!"

Tang Jinghong couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face, and he quickly stretched out his hand and said: "My dear nephew, come, please come quickly!"

The words "nephew" show the power of gifts.

But Chu Qiu’s original intention was not to give jade as a gift.

"Uncle Tang misunderstood. I heard from Uncle Rong that you like to drink tea. The jade jar contains tea picked by myself from my hometown and given to Uncle Tang to drink."

Chu Qiu smiled helplessly: "As for the jade box, it is a gift for auntie. Inside is a century-old ginseng, which was dug from the mountain by myself!"

"What?"

Tang Jinghong couldn't help but exclaimed, with a look of disbelief on his face.

I bet these two objects made of mutton-fat jade seeds are not the final gift?

But is it just a 'packaging' to hold gifts?

"You... you..."

Tang Jinghong looked at Chu Qiu and was suddenly speechless. He really didn't know what to say.

He suddenly felt that he was out of touch with this society?

Just when he was shocked, the housekeeper Rong Wei suddenly whispered in his ear: "Master, when Mr. Chu came here just now, he passed by Tao Zhu Yin Garden, went in and bought the top floor of Tao Zhu Yin Garden!"

Tang Jinghong immediately turned to look at Rong Wei, with a look of surprise deep in his eyes.

It wasn't until Rongwei nodded to him again to confirm that his eyes suddenly shrank, and a look of shock burst out from the depths of his pupils.

Then he turned his head, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but said to Chu Qiu in a shocked tone: "My nephew's handwriting really opened my eyes!"

"I have accepted this gift. If my nephew needs help for something in Taiwan, our Tang family will definitely help him!"

Tang Jinghong said seriously.

Unexpectedly, he really didn't expect that when Chu Qiu came to Taiwan, he would be so generous and casually buy the top floor of Tao Zhuyin Garden.

This kind of strength shocked Tang Jinghong and made him wonder who Chu Qiu was.

He is also a person who runs business in the mainland all year round. He has never heard of a big family or group named Chu?

strangeness!

But even though he was confused, there was no hesitation.

He stretched out his hand to invite again: "My dear nephew, please!"

"Uncle Tang, please!"

Chu Qiu was modest, the two looked at each other, smiled, and walked in together.

Some servants showed surprise when they saw Chu Qiu walking in with Tang Jinghong.

Because since they came to the Tang family, they had never seen any junior who could make Tang Jinghong think so highly of him that they even walked in side by side.

"Come here, bring everything up quickly!"

"There is also a bottle of Fenjiu that I treasure. I want to entertain the distinguished guests!"

Tang Jinghong said with a loud laugh, surprising the servants at home again.

Fenjiu is an old wine with the longest history in China's current wine industry.

And the Fenjiu of the Tang family is not the Fenjiu on the market today, but an old wine that has been stored for hundreds of years!

Let’s not talk about whether there is such a high vintage wine on the market now. At the very least, it is not something that ordinary people can drink.

Normally, Tang Jinghong wouldn't bear to drink it at all, and would only serve it out to entertain important old friends.

Because of this wine, the Tang family dug out a few boxes from a cellar by chance. It was extremely mellow!

There isn't much left now, so drink a little and a little less.

In Bei City, I don’t know how many big shots are coveting these wines from the Tang family.

Unexpectedly, Tang Jinghong actually ordered them to take it out today to entertain a friend brought back by a young lady!

It seems that this young man is very unusual.

The domestic servants looked at each other, and they were all surprised and suspicious of Chu Qiu.

"Come on, come on, sit down, sit down!"

"My dear nephew, come, let's sit together. I'll have a taste of your tea, and you'll have a taste of my wine. I'm not the only one who wants to drink my wine. Most people who come to my place can't even drink my wine!"

Seeing the dishes being served quickly, Tang Jinghong enthusiastically stepped forward and pulled Chu Qiu to sit next to him.

Chu Qiu also didn't expect that Tang Jinghong, who looked elegant in appearance, not only had a name that didn't fit his temperament, but also had a bold and unrestrained personality.

There was no way, Chu Qiu couldn't hold back the other party's enthusiasm, and he couldn't control Su Qingya anymore. The two of them started to drink like a friend who has been together for a long time.

After drinking it all, Chu Qiu felt that this hundred-year-old Fenjiu wine was far better than the liquor he bought worth thousands of dollars, and it also had a different flavor.

Seeing that the wine was almost exhausted.

But the housekeeper Rong Wei rushed over and said something to Tang Jinghong.

"My dear nephew, wait a moment. I have something to deal with. I'll be back later!" Tang Jinghong stood up and said to Chu Qiu with a bright face.

"Uncle Tang, just go, it doesn't matter!"

Chu Qiu said with a smile.

Tang Jinghong nodded and followed Rong Wei to the private room. As soon as he entered, he said doubtfully: "Old Rong, what's going on? I didn't hear something clearly just now. Please say it again!"

Hearing this, Rongwei took a deep breath, took out the jade box, opened it and said:

"Master, you should remember that before I joined the Tang family, my father was a practicing doctor. Although I am not proficient in pharmacology and medicinal properties, I have a good knowledge of medicinal materials!"

"This ginseng is real wild century-old ginseng, and the quality is definitely the best and the best I have ever seen!"

"This is so precious, it's almost like something that needs to be transformed into a spirit. Look at these ginseng whiskers, they are as dense as hair.

"In the past, there was a saying about ginseng that seven taels is a ginseng and eight taels is a treasure! This ginseng has exceeded eight taels. It is a life-saving product!"

"As long as he is not dead on the spot, a ginseng tentacle can hang his life until rescue comes and he is sent to the hospital!"

"So precious!"

Rongwei said with a surprised look on his face.

Because there are many ginsengs on the market that are a hundred years old, but there are almost no ginsengs that can reach seven taels of age, and those that can exceed eight taels are even rarer in the world.

Tang Jinghong couldn't help but gasped after hearing his words.

Real century-old wild ginseng, this is indeed too valuable!

Moreover, it is eight taels of century-old wild ginseng, its value is simply inestimable!