The inspection and weighing of the goods were no longer a matter for the two of them. So Uncle Cheng brought Pan Han to the villa tea room.

When Wang Cheng and I came here before, we always traded directly in the hall. After all, we were not familiar with each other at that time.

Now that we are one of them, we can enter a more private space.

It is obvious at first glance that this tea room is a place to entertain distinguished guests.

The room was large, decorated in an antique style, with all the furniture made of golden nanmu wood. Various precious teas were placed in the cabinet, showing the owner's extraordinary taste.

Pan Han doesn't know much about tea, and at most he drinks instant green tea. He once bought a Pu'er tea cake, but he hasn't finished it yet.

"Mr. Pan, please take a seat." Uncle Cheng warmly invited Pan Han to sit down.

"Uncle Cheng, you can call me Xiao Pan. I'm not a boss. Calling me Xiao Pan sounds more friendly." Pan Han sat down generously.

"Okay, Xiao Pan. I've wanted to call you that for a long time." Uncle Cheng wasn't pretending, but that was his true inner thoughts.

Pan Han is definitely different from ordinary young people. He is a person with great potential. People like him usually don't care about false reputation.

"Xiao Pan, what kind of tea do you like to drink?" Uncle Cheng began to fiddle with the tea set.

"I don't drink tea much. I've only ever had green tea that costs one dollar a bag."

"Hahaha! Okay, I'll let you try something new today. Let's drink Dahongpao." After Uncle Cheng finished speaking, he took out a teapot from the tea cabinet and started to rinse and brew tea.

Pan Han didn't comment. It didn't matter what he drank, it was just bitter.

But it seems that Uncle Cheng has something to say, and Pan Han is trying to guess what the other party is going to ask.

Whenever he was thinking about something, he wanted to smoke. He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he suddenly felt something was wrong. He was a guest, so he had to ask Uncle Cheng first.

"Uncle Cheng, do you smoke?" Pan Han handed him a cigarette out of habit.

"Smoke!" Uncle Cheng took it without saying a word, and the two of them started puffing.

"Do you smoke a lot?" Uncle Cheng looked at the cigarettes. He bought them on the street for 18 yuan a pack. They were a bit pungent.

"Quite a lot, maybe one a week." Pan Han roughly calculated that, including the cigarettes he gave to others at the base, he smoked more than a pack a day.

"I'll get you a few," Uncle Cheng said, turning around and taking out five cartons of cigarettes from the cabinet. The packaging was ordinary white, with no words on it.

Pan Han took it and looked at it. He had never seen this kind of cigarette before.

"There's nothing here. Don't look. It's a special supply." Uncle Cheng laughed.

"Oh, sure, Uncle Cheng." Pan Han immediately became interested when he heard that it was a special supply cigarette.

This kind of thing cannot be bought, it has a sense of mystery, and the simple packaging makes it even more attractive.

"Take it first, and then ask Uncle Cheng to take it when you're done."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Cheng, I won't be polite then."

"Sure, sure." Uncle Cheng said politely, and then started making tea.

However, Pan Han could feel that his breathing was a little unstable, and he seemed to be about to speak.

"Come, Xiao Pan, please!" Uncle Cheng handed over a cup of Dahongpao with both hands.

Pan Han sniffed the wine and found it had a rich aroma. He then looked at it and saw that it was rosy red. He drank half a cup and found that it had an indescribable rich and refreshing fragrance.

"What a great tea!" Pan Han exclaimed sincerely.

Damn, the rich and ordinary people are really two completely different classes. They enjoy all the good things.

A young man with a net worth of over 100 million, a house and a team in the end times cursed in his heart.

"Xiao Pan, Uncle Cheng has something I'm curious about, but I don't know if I should ask you." Uncle Cheng filled his tea cup again and asked calmly.

"Here it comes." Pan Han cried out secretly.

"Oh? What does Uncle Cheng want to know?" Pan Han raised his eyebrows coldly and released a little pressure.

After more than twenty days of training, Pan Han's body became stronger and his spiritual awareness also became much stronger.

Uncle Cheng suddenly felt something strange in the air, and felt indescribable discomfort all over his body. He began to sweat in his armpits, butt cracks and other crevices.

"This... is nothing, I just want to ask. You sold another batch of gold this time. What are you going to buy with the money? If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to contact me." Uncle Cheng suppressed his uncomfortable feeling and asked casually.

Pan Han was reminded of this when he heard it. He was originally planning to buy a large amount of food, so he might as well let Uncle Cheng do it for him. Otherwise, he would have to go to the farmers' market and pick everything out himself.

But then I thought again and felt that it was not appropriate.

If I let Uncle Cheng buy the food for me and then ship it to my rented warehouse, there's no guarantee that something might go wrong. Uncle Cheng might secretly note the warehouse address and send someone to install cameras, or even put tracking devices inside the packaging to track the food's movement.

In short, now is not the time to let the people of this world know about space and system.

"There are many places to spend money. I'm also thinking of donating a teaching building to my alma mater." Pan Han made up a random excuse and half-truthfully put him off.

Uncle Cheng was very experienced and he knew as soon as he heard it that Pan Han didn't want to tell the truth.

However, Uncle Cheng was not surprised, or perhaps Pan Han had too many things to think about and do, and he might not be able to tell others all of them.

"Oh? Xiao Pan still has a crush on his alma mater?"

"Yes, it taught me how to study and how to be a good person. I have to give back when I get a chance." Pan Han finished another glass of Dahongpao.

Uncle Cheng filled his glass again.

At this time, a younger brother pushed the door open and walked to Uncle Cheng: "Uncle Cheng, the settlement is complete, exactly 500 kilograms."

"Xiao Pan, the price of gold has risen slightly now. I'll give you 350 per gram. 500 kilograms is 175 million. Is that okay with you? If yes, I'll transfer the money." Uncle Cheng's business skills are really amazing. He can answer without any additional calculations.

"No problem. Uncle Cheng just take care of it. I'm absolutely at ease." When Pan Han heard this, he realized he had obtained more than 100 million yuan. However, when he thought about what he had to do, he sighed inwardly, thinking that the money was not enough!

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