Chapter 1289 Fox

Hearing this, everyone was stunned...

Song Ming, who had gone several steps, froze on the spot, plucked his ears, pulled the man who came with him, and asked, "What did I hear just now?"

The buddy said in a daze, "I don't know..."

"What do you want?" Song Ming shook off the other party, looked back at Fangzheng excitedly, and asked, "Master, do you have something better?"

Before Fangzheng could speak, Xianyu rolled his eyes and said, "I just tore off two leaves and soaked them in water. What's better?"

"Whatever?"

"Two pieces?"

"Soak in water?"

...

Everyone smelled the scent that hadn't dissipated, and they suddenly discovered that they really don't understand the world of monsters...

Anyway, after confirming that Fangzheng would really provide better tea, everyone cheered.

Tang Chen suddenly had an idea, jumped up, waved his hands and said, "Everyone listen to me, as long as everyone knows about Abbot Fangzheng giving tea, don't post it on Moments, and don't tell outsiders! A feast!"

"You are good or bad, hehe..."

"I like……"

"necessary!"

...

It hit it off immediately, and the person who originally wanted to post to Moments immediately gave up.

For a moment, One Finger Mountain was filled with conspiratorial laughter and murmurs.

"I can't wait to hear the slap in the face."

"Wait..."

"Ms. Song, please broadcast live."

...

Fangzheng gave Song Ming a small package of cold bamboo leaves. He was not good at frying tea, and he didn't know how to fry it. What can be provided is the raw materials. As for how Song Ming and others operate, that is their business.

Fangzheng also gave up on watching the excitement, and his current thoughts are all on his cold bamboo mecha. It was his childhood dream and his present pleasure...

As for other people wanting to ask for tea, Fangzheng directly refused.

"My benefactors, there are too few tender leaves of the top-quality cold bamboo, and there are only so few in a year. If you all come to beg, wouldn't the poor monk have nothing to drink? The poor monk is actually quite stingy, and he plans to keep it for himself to drink, and he is not going to go out. Sell, so let's do it like this. Let's leave..." Fang Zheng said.

"Master, just give us a sip. After drinking, we will give up." Many people begged.

"That's right, I've been waiting for two days, can you just take pity on me?"

...

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "If everyone comes and waits like this, and the poor monk doesn't have so much tea to bring out, wouldn't it be disappointing to many people? You can't open this hole, everyone should leave."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng went back to the monastery without looking back, went out the back door, and went straight to the cold bamboo forest in the back mountain, despite the unwilling wailing of everyone outside resounding from the top of the mountain.

But everyone just yelled, and soon everyone's attention shifted to the upcoming tea competition.

After all, there is real cold bamboo tea on the field, no matter whether you can mix it with a sip or not, you can smell it! It's better than waiting on this mountain.

There are still people who went to find Song Mingla immediately...

Tang Chen followed Tang Dahuo down the mountain together. On the mountain road, Tang Chen said unwillingly: "Master, if you really want to drink..."

Tang confusedly shook his head and said: "Three mouthfuls of tea, one mouthful of the tea in the cup, one mouthful of the tea in the heart, and the third mouthful of the natural taste. Naturally obtained, just taste it. Twisted melon, You have violated your heart and nature, and what is left is nothing more than appetite. Let’s go, go down the mountain and have a look.”

Tang Chen realized something after hearing this, nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

Afterwards, Tang Chen asked, "Under the mountain? What's there to see under the mountain? Is Master going to participate in the tea competition?"

Tang smiled confusedly: "Of course, it's all in front of me, I have to go and have a look."

When Tang Chen heard it, he was overjoyed and said, "That's good, haha...I'll go talk to the organizer right away."

"Stop!" Tang muddled and shouted, Tang Chen immediately stopped.

Tang confusedly said: "Everything, you want to take shortcuts and find connections. This is not a closed-door competition, this is an open competition, just buy tickets, just go in and watch it. How can there be so much hypocrisy?"

Tang Chen blushed and nodded in agreement.

Tang muddled as he walked and said: "Power is a good thing, but use it as little as possible. Get used to power. When it is convenient for you, it will drag you down. When you find out that you have reached hell, It is no longer possible to abandon power and be a human being.”

Tang Chen seemed to understand what he heard, but he also roughly understood Tang Mutu's meaning. In today's officialdom, if power is not used indiscriminately, everything seems to be as calm as water. Once a precedent is established, power is used indiscriminately, and after enjoying the convenience of power, it is like a river breaking its embankment, rushing down thousands of miles, and it can't be stopped even if it wants to be blocked!

If anyone is the happiest, Song Ming is the happiest. The small bag of cold bamboo leaves in her hand, she puts it in the small bag for fear of losing it, and puts it in her pocket for fear of leaking. In the end, she simply hugged it with both hands, as if she could feel at ease only by feeling its existence all the time.

At the same time, there was someone who was also very happy, and that was Boss Qian.

"Boss Qian, our cooperation is based on what you can give us, what we need. But this time, you let us down."

In a private room of an R-style restaurant, Boss Qian and a man were sitting face to face. The other man was dressed in a kimono, and when he spoke, he had the taste of an R country.

"Mr. Ishii, I don't think so." Boss Qian shook his head.

"Oh? How do you say this? You know, what we need is cold bamboo tea, and we need to know the detailed information of our opponents in advance. You Chinese people have a saying: know yourself, know your enemy, and win every battle. Last time, our Hirui family lost in Here, this time, we don't want to repeat the same mistakes." Ishii said.

Boss Qian said: "Mr. Shijing, although I didn't get Hanzhu tea, I also messed up the Song and Ming Dynasty's acquisition of Hanzhu tea. I pretended to be stupid, sloppy, mixed it up on the mountain, and even lost a The old face is to make Hanzhucha have no chance to appear in the arena. In fact, if Hanzhucha is really so good, even surpassing Hiruizun, even if Mr. Ishii gets the tea, so what? Isn't it about to lose?

On the contrary, what I brought is what you need most urgently. That's victory! "

Ishii's originally stern face suddenly melted away like a spring breeze after hearing this, and he sighed: "No wonder the owner likes to cooperate with Boss Qian so much, Boss Qian is indeed our friend, and he is more thoughtful than us. Cheers to our friendship?"

Ishii toasted, Boss Qian chuckled, and the two clinked glasses. The two foxes didn't know that they were planning something in their hearts, but they knew one thing very well. Their interests were bound together, and no one could do without the other.