The research and development of new equipment requires time to think and explore. Liu Xiaojun is not in a hurry and will play with it first.

Nothing to do today.

Early in the morning, Liu Xiaojun went straight out to the Zhengyangmen Teahouse to drink tea.

They also bring their own Quanjude roast duck and fine tea.

This tea was given by General Cao, who said it was West Lake Longjing, or "Qingqian tea".

Mingqian tea is picked before Qingming Festival. At this time, the tea leaves are tender green and have a delicate fragrance. Occasionally, they are circulated among state-owned stores.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to buy it.

As for the teahouse, the owner wouldn’t be able to get such precious tea if he didn’t have connections.

and.

These days.

In the old city, you can bring your own tea leaves for drinking, and tea vendors can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

People in Beijing have always had their own preferences, and they have to drink tea as soon as they wake up in the morning.

We have breakfast after drinking tea, and the breakfast is just the common ones, such as tofu pudding, fried liver, wontons, red bean porridge, etc.

"Waiter, brew this tea for me." Liu Xiaojun handed the tea he brought from home to the waiter, and then found a place to sit down.

"Okay, sir, I'll get it for you right away." The waiter took the tea leaves and smelled a refreshing aroma before he even opened it.

My eyes lit up instantly.

"Sir, this is excellent tea. I've been a waiter for five or six years, and this is the first time I've smelled this kind of tea."

"Well, just drink casually." Liu Xiaojun said modestly.

The waiter was very considerate. Seeing that Liu Xiaojun didn't want to say anything more, he turned around and went to make tea.

"Wait a minute, remember, this tea will burn your mouth."

Old Beijingers pay attention to drinking "hot tea" when drinking tea outside, and never drink "lukewarm tea".

If I drink lukewarm tea, I will just turn around and spit it out without swallowing it.

"Okay, sir, just wait and see. I've been brewing tea for years, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied. It's just that your tea is too expensive, so you might have to wait for more than an hour for it to reach its most palatable state."

"No problem, I have nothing to do today, I can wait."

Speaking of playing, Liu Xiaojun simply found an empty table and sat down.

Just sat down.

I saw Xu Damao and a girl arguing not far away.

At a glance, it seemed to be Yu Haitang.

I remember that in the original book, Xu Damao tricked a girl into coming to his home for dinner.

But this has nothing to do with me.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But unfortunately, Liu Xiaojun didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But trouble will always find you.

Yu Haitang is the "flower girl" of the steel rolling mill. She had previously heard Liu Xiaojun's speech in the mill's auditorium.

It was not until a year ago that Liu Xiaojun resigned and opened his own parts factory.

Although it cannot be compared with the scale of the Red Star Steel Mill, it still cost several million.

So, Yu Haitang pointed at Liu Xiaojun who was drinking tea behind her, looked at Xu Damao and asked.

"Xu Damao, look, isn't that Liu Xiaojun, the richest man in your hospital?"

"What's so great about being rich? He's just like that." Xu Damao's face darkened. Seeing that Yu Haitang actually praised another man in front of him, he immediately felt a little unhappy.

"How could it be like that? I heard people say that his parts factory made a lot of money."

"How much money can he make? Let me tell you, his parts factory has only had one order since it opened until now and is struggling to survive." Xu Damao became even more unhappy. Why did he always mention Liu Xiaojun when he went out to dinner with her?

Besides, I will find a way to get Liu Xiaojun’s parts factory sooner or later!

I just don’t know what the way is right now!

By then, how many women would there be like Yu Haitang, Lou Xiaoe, Qin Huairu, etc.?

As an outstanding young man in Siheyuan, how could I be worse than Liu Xiaojun, a "merchant"?

"Waiter, bring me this tea, and a plate of osmanthus cake and a plate of peanuts and sunflower seeds."

Xu Damao listed several foods that can be used for Zuocha in one breath.

He took another look at Liu Xiaojun who was not far away, and saw that there was nothing on Liu Xiaojun's table. A trace of contempt suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Said to Yu Haitang next to him.

"Look, he's always been stingy. Besides, what's the point of making so much money? Look at his empty table, isn't he still reluctant to order a pot of good tea?"

Xu Damao curled his lips and said disdainfully.

Yu Haitang followed his gaze and saw that it was just as Xu Damao said, so she withdrew her thoughts.

After a while, the waiter brought up the tea and pastries that Xu Damao had brewed.

Looking at the table full of snacks, Yu Haitang's eyes sparkled.

I just feel very comfortable getting along with Xu Damao. This guy really understands girls' minds.

When Xu Damao saw Yu Haitang's expression, a hint of pride flashed across his lips.

My special skill of picking up girls is really always effective.

A few years ago, even Director Lou’s daughter, Lou Xiao’e, almost fell into his hands.

If that were the case, why wouldn't I be able to defeat Liu Xiaojun?

However, Liu Xiaojun should be blamed for this incident.

If it weren't for his interference, he would have won Lou Xiao'e over long ago.

At this moment, looking at Liu Xiaojun, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

So he took the teapot and walked towards the table where Liu Xiaojun was sitting.

even.

I have already prepared a plan to mock Liu Xiaojun.

Walk over and sit down.

Xu Damao placed his tea in front of Liu Xiaojun with a "duang~" sound.

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