Wan Feng held the teacup in his hand and looked at the tea in it.
The light yellow tea liquid exudes a lingering fragrance, filling the room with the aroma.
Obviously this is good tea, otherwise Han Guangjia wouldn't have dragged him here in such a mysterious way.
Unfortunately, Wan Feng really doesn't know much about the tea ceremony. Even if he hasn't reached the stupid level of a cow chewing a peony, he's not far from that level.
"Third brother, what kind of tea is this? It smells really good, like a lover's hand."
"Good tea! It costs over a hundred yuan a pound."
Over a hundred yuan per catty? One yuan per two ounces, and you dare call this good tea?
If you say that more than one hundred yuan per two taels is acceptable, then what about this one jin?
"No! It's more than one hundred taels." Han Guangjia felt that he seemed to have said something wrong and quickly corrected himself.
This is more like it. There is only one word difference, but the realm is as different as heaven and earth.
A green lamp lights up the window, and I drink tea while listening to the falling snow.
For no reason, Wan Feng recalled a poem written by an unknown ancient poet.
There are green lamps, windows, and tea, but where is the snow?
How could it be snowing in July? Outside, there was the sound of rain hitting the screen window.
It's raining outside.
The green lamp lights up the window, and drinking tea and listening to the sound of rain are very suitable for the current mood.
Wan Feng picked up the teacup and took a sip. He was imitating Han Guangjia's way of drinking.
I didn't expect that Han Guangjia would get ahead of me in drinking tea. It's hard to say what the taste of the tea is, but at least he looks like he is looking down on others.
According to Wan Feng's habit, he would have swallowed it in one gulp long ago, but now he feels so awkward being taken care of by Han Guangjia.
Wan Feng felt very unhappy when he saw Han Guangjia drinking tea with his eyes closed. Why don’t you just drink it in one gulp? What’s the point of letting the tea roll around in your mouth?
"Third brother! Do you think this tea is like urine? What would it feel like to hold a mouthful of urine in your mouth?"
"Puff!" Han Guangjia spat out the tea he was tasting in his mouth, and then coughed violently a few times.
You deserve it! I'll let you act cool again!
Wan Feng felt secretly happy.
"I will never drink tea with you again." Han Guangjia said angrily.
"Hahaha! You still don't know what I've done with tea after all these years, yet you're still trying to act cool in front of me. If I don't disgust you, who should I disgust?"
"If I have tea with you again, I'll be a fool. You don't smoke or drink, so why did I ever hang out with you in the first place?"
"Third brother! Do you remember the first time we met?"
Han Guangjia shook his head: "I forgot."
"Ah! You can even forget this? I remember it clearly. It was getting dark that day, and I came back from out of town and hired a tricycle. You were standing there at Erdao Bridge like an idiot, probably thinking about life."
As soon as Wan Feng said that, Han Guangjia remembered.
The first time I met this guy, we went to a small shop to drink, and then he scolded his nephew Da Mu.
"Now that you mention it, I really remember it, as if it was just yesterday." A look of nostalgia appeared in Han Guangjia's eyes.
"Yes! So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, seven or eight years, right?"
Han Guangjia nodded.
"Do you want to do something else? I'm looking for a franchise factory right now."
Han Guangjia shook his head: "Forget it, I'm still worried about my people. There are more than a dozen people getting married this year, and they haven't figured out where to live yet."
"No place to live, is that a problem? Build it! Invest in some residential buildings and sell them to them at cost. I've built them before, so I know the cost. A flat costs over 120 square meters now, and an 80-square-meter house is only 18,000. These people can save up enough money just by tightening their belts for two or three years."
"But where can we build it? It seems we don't have much space left."
"There's still a piece of land in Dongshan Community, and I think we can build another community there. The remaining land will probably be used to expand to Liutun or Huanghui."
"It seems that this is the only way. I have to find a way to help these people solve their housing problem."
Han Guangjia has no intention of expanding his business empire. At least he is earning a million dollars a year now.
But Yang Jianguo, Han Meng and Zhao Gang have nothing now. Although they work as senior instructors in security companies, their annual salary is only 18,000 yuan.
If Wan Feng didn't go out and have a look around, this would be their only source of income.
They are now approaching forty, and it is time to find a way for them to make money.
Wan Feng plans to talk to Yang Jianguo and others tomorrow and help them set up a small business that can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Luan Feng's birthday prank finally came to an end at ten o'clock. Zhang Xuan and Liang Hongying supported Luan Feng on both sides and carefully came down from the second floor.
Judging from Luan Feng’s rosy face, this guy had a pretty good birthday this year.
Wan Feng took Luan Feng's arm from Liang Hongying and helped her out and into the car.
"Ah! I had such a great time tonight. If you hadn't been so annoying and kept dragging me along, I'd have had even more fun."
Wan Feng was driving, while Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan were sitting in the back seat chattering.
"What are you talking about? Don't you know what's wrong with you? You're still jumping around like everyone else. If you jump around and get into trouble, he'll beat you to death."
"No! He won't fight."
"I'm going to make you pay!" Wan Feng said viciously from the front.
She really jumped down, and I couldn’t kill her!
"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup and calculate your due date."
"Can I not go?" Luan Feng pouted and muttered. She really didn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.
"No! This one has to go."
This woman doesn't like to go for prenatal checkups, so the punishment is too light.
The next morning, Wan Feng called Zhao Gang.
Yang Jianguo and Han Meng are both in Heihe now, and he is the only one at home.
Zhao Gang drove Wan Feng, Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan to the county hospital for an examination, which lasted the entire morning.
Luan Feng is in good health and her due date is between the end of August and September.
On the way home after the inspection, Wan Feng and Zhao Gang, who were sitting in the passenger seat, started chatting about something.
"Brother Zhao! You are thirty-nine this year, right?"
"Thirty-eight."
"That's not right. We met in 1994, and you were already in your thirties then."
"That's nonsense. That was Brother Yang. I was only 29 that year. Brother Yang and Han Meng were both 30."
"Then I remembered it wrong. You're almost forty now. I was thinking yesterday that I'd let the three of you start a business together to earn some money for your retirement."
"Opening a business? It seems none of us three are good at it."
"Whatever you're good at, just produce the product and sell it to me. It's such a simple thing and doesn't require any innate intelligence."
Logically speaking, the three of them should have done it a long time ago, but they just didn't want to.
Even if I don't want to now, I can't do that. They are old, and the frequency of going out with me will definitely decrease in the future. How can I survive without a place to eat?
This time Wan Feng has made up his mind that he will force them to do it even if they don't want to.
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