After coming out of Mr. Zhou’s office, Ye Wan went to show his face to the professors of various subjects.

In the film department's office, the old professor who taught film appreciation was holding a tea can and looking at it over and over again.

He asked Ye Wan with a puzzled look on his face, "This tea looks ordinary, and it seems to be no different from those high-end teas on the market. Why is it that after drinking it once, everything else tastes different?"

"Mr. Ming, you are exaggerating, aren't you?"

Another old professor in the same office laughed.

"hehe……"

While putting the tea leaves away, Mr. Ming started to choke him, "Who was the one who chased me every day to drink my good tea last time? It was supposed to be enough for two months, but it was finished in one month, and I haven't settled the score with you yet."

???

The professor on the other side walked over and said, "Ye Wan, where did you get this tea? Send me a link. When we finish drinking it, we can buy it ourselves."

Well……

Ye Wan looked embarrassed, "I didn't buy it online, it was sent by a relative from my hometown."

"Then can your relative give me the phone number of the headquarters? I will contact him to buy it when the time comes. I don't mind if it's a little expensive. Anyway, I spend my salary on books or tea, so I don't mind this little money."

Ye Wan looked helpless, "You are not short of money, but my relatives don't have tea."

"This tea is only produced for two months a year, and the output is less than 50 kilograms."

Most of them were done in exchange for her doing favors.

Ye Wan felt a bit of a headache when he thought about being chased and beaten by his fellow disciples the next time he went back.

But, never mind, she couldn't go back anytime soon.

At most, they would talk about you behind your back.

“I see…”

The old professor sighed, also looking confused, "I can't explain why it's so good, but it's so irreplaceable. Tell me, why is that?"

"Maybe it's because it grows on top of the clouds?"

Ye Wan said softly.

???

The professor is old, but not so old that he can't hear.

Looking at the tea leaves in Mr. Ming's hand again, he suddenly couldn't drink it anymore.

Yunwu Mountain is the highest peak in South China.

The climate is pleasant and warm like spring.

However, Yunwu Mountain has not been developed yet. Not to mention tourists, there are not even many professional backpackers who can climb to the top of the mountain.

The tea grown on the top of the clouds produces less than 50 kilograms a year. What would the price be if it were put on the market?

Thinking back to when he used to drink a large handful of tea at a time, Mr. Ming felt so distressed that he cried.

The old professor looked at Mr. Ming eagerly and said, "Look, we've been in the same office for half our lives, right? I don't want to say half of our friendship, but you can give me half of it."

I got a big white eye roll from you in disgust.

Behind her were two old professors who were over a hundred years old in total arguing with each other. Ye Wan returned to the classroom holding the two notebooks filled with movie appreciation notes given to her by Professor Ming.

School was over at exactly six o'clock, and I thought if I hurried back, I could still make it in time for dinner at the old house.

After having dinner and taking a walk with her parents and little Baozi, she will leave for the program crew tomorrow.

Ye Wan hailed a taxi and headed straight to the east of the city.

After entering the gate, Ye Wan learned from the old butler that everyone was in the restaurant, so he turned around and went to the restaurant.

When I entered the room, I saw Mrs. Lu holding the little kid and wiping her tears.

Mr. Lu's eyes were moist.

Lu Changchuan looked solemn.

It seemed as if something big had happened.

Ye Wan paused, "What... happened?"

"Ye Xiaowan..."

The little bun sobbed and reached out to Ye Wan.

Madam Lu glanced at Ye Wan, and her tears fell even faster.

(End of this chapter)