It sounds like Director Tang is really leisurely, even drinking tea and eating during working hours.
"I see!" Jiang Manyue nodded with a smile, "Then comrade, please tell me the location of the tea room."
"If my business is done well, I will definitely thank you first."
"Haha, no problem!" the staff member immediately said happily, "It's at the Youran Tea House, No. 120 Jinchuan Road."
He came closer pretending to be mysterious and said, "By the way, Deputy Director Tang's favorite tea is Maojian."
"Ah, I understand!" Jiang Manyue nodded with a smile, as if she understood.
When she came out of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.
It seems that she couldn't get the business documents processed because she didn't judge the situation well enough.
In that case, of course she had to go and get a good look at this Deputy Director Tang.
Jiang Manyue came to the place the staff mentioned. It was a relatively quiet place in the city.
There is a small two-story building here, and the first floor is a tea shop.
There are all kinds of tea inside, and there is a staircase leading directly to the second floor.
The old man selling tea glanced at her and didn't seem surprised to see that she was holding a bag in her hand.
"People are drinking tea on the second floor!" he reminded deliberately.
"Okay, thank you!" Jiang Manyue responded and walked straight up the stairs.
The second floor is very uniquely built, with antique mahogany furniture.
Even the door is made of carvings, and two words are carved on the door frame: Leisurely.
'Beep, beep!' She knocked on the door.
After a while, a man's deep voice came from inside: "Come in!"
When Jiang Manyue opened the door, the first thing she saw was the exquisite interior decoration.
There are all wooden sofas, tables and chairs, and a tea table by the window.
A middle-aged man about fifty years old, slightly plump and with a ruddy complexion.
He was leaning back in a chair with his eyes closed, the tea beside him still steaming.
The red sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand are very expensive, and the golden belt buckle around his waist is shining.
He doesn't look like a civil servant at all, but rather like a nouveau riche.
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