Chapter 583： Fighting tea!

In order to confuse the audience, Xiao Zheng deliberately slowed down a tempo, stepping behind Sofia.

The cabin is not big, and it will be 30 square meters when it is dead. But its layout, style, and even the decoration of the dead ends to the corners are extremely elegant. It can be seen that the quality of its owner is high and it is difficult for ordinary people to catch up.

As the latter, Xiao Zheng politely pulled the door. Then turned and looked at the man opposite the coffee table along Sofia's line of sight.

This is a single-aged, middle-aged man of the age of forty. The hair is thick and meticulous. Although sitting cross-legged next to the coffee table, he can still judge that he is a physically strong and majestic man. The five senses do not seem to have the unique haze and flatness of the Japanese. Instead, it stands tall and straight. Vibrant. There is a hint of majesty in the eyes. It is clearly a male who has been in the high position for a long time.

Sophia had heard about Ito, and this time I saw the first Japanese empire of the Great Japanese Empire. On the other hand, Xiao Zheng, after seeing such a big man, Lu Dashan, Lin Chaotian, has long guessed that Ito is not an ordinary person. At the moment, I saw the Lord, and I also came to the coffee table with enthusiasm and followed Sophia.

"Please use tea." Ito is the host. It is not as ceremonial as Huaxia. It is just a simple extension of the right hand. Two cups of freshly brewed hot tea are placed in front of this man and woman. Said meticulously.

Sophia was not polite, and they toasted the strong tea that Ito personally cooked. One is not afraid of the other person's stomach, and the second seems to be really thirsty, and very pleasant to drink the cup of tea.

"How?" Ito asked solemnly. It is a fluent English.

"Good tea." Sophia took a flattering.

She is a Westerner, used to drinking coffee and wine, and knows about the summer tea ceremony in China? On the contrary, Xiao Zheng, after being immersed in Lu Dashan for half a year, has a wide knowledge of the tea ceremony. He also knows that a person who loves to make tea and tea tastes no matter where it is.

"Mr. Xiao, what do you think?" Ito shouted out the name of Xiao Zheng, apparently knowing him well.

"General." Xiao Zheng faintly shook his head, his face did not see a little bit of unexpected color, calmly said.

"Oh?" Ito's plain face was slightly relaxed, said in pure Chinese language. "My tea tray friend bought a lot of money from Yanjing. I took the first batch of fresh leaves and returned to China by air. I only came to my hand yesterday afternoon."

After a pause, Ito continued: "In the Song Dynasty, Tang Geng's "The Tea of ​​Tea" mentioned: I don't ask about the group, I want to be expensive, the water does not ask Jiangjing, I want it to live. The fragrance is standard. Mr. Xiao thinks that it is not good?"

Xiao Zheng smiled slightly and said: "The number of Chinese teas is inexhaustible. It is divided into large bowls of tea and kung fu tea. It is just a tea-making technique. The teas in various provinces and districts are even more dazzling. The laymen always think that tea The fresher the better, the more clear the water is from the river. I don’t know, such as Longjing, Qigun, Dongting Biluochun, Mogan Yellow Bud, Guyu Zizhu, etc., if it can be stored in quicklime for one to two months after harvesting, then The soup color is not only clear and crystal clear, but also tastes fresh and delicious. The green and green leaves at the bottom of the leaves do not change, and the smell of grass is not smelled by the storage, but the scent of pure fragrance is slightly stored. Wuyi Rock Tea, which is located in the land of Baodao, is more fragrant and mellow in the next year. The product is not fresh and green, but it is like vintage wine. The more Chen tea, the higher the taste."

There was an inscrutable smile on Ito’s face. Not only did she not pay attention to the host of this date, Sophia, but she was very interested in Xiao Zheng. She said slowly: “You have been with Lu Dashan for half a year and have not learned a little from him. The way of doing business. The tea ceremony is a 70% learning. Do you want to learn, or do you want to teach?"

Xiao Zheng took a cup of strong tea and smiled.

At this time, Ito only looked down on Sofia's face and said: "Miss Sophia, congratulations on the unification of Europe, please use tea."

Sophia’s expression was slightly stiff, but she still toasted and had tea.

After drinking a pot of tea, Ito waited for the two to speak, and then patted the palm of his hand. Then, a middle-aged man wearing a samurai suit pushed the back door and held a samurai sword that had not been sheathed. In the wing room, he barefooted his feet. Although he held the samurai sword in his hand, his face was not murderous. Not only did it not, but the eyes of fear and despair were still flashing in the eyes. I don't know what his appearance is.

"Mr. Ito." Sophia said slightly, in a rather questioning tone. "What do you mean by this?"

"This is my gift to Mr. Xiao." Ito said calmly.

"Gift?" Xiao Zheng frowned slightly and shook his head. "I am not interested in men."

"You don't need to be interested," Ito said calmly. "But as long as he is dead, your business is in Tokyo, and even throughout Japan, you can be unimpeded and have no worries."

His voice was degraded, and the middle-aged man who was kneeling beside the coffee table suddenly tore his shirt, and then pulled out the samurai sword hidden in the scabbard, lifting the knife and smashing it!

Squatting into the lower abdomen.

Under the rather surprised expression of Sofia, the middle-aged man clenched his teeth and endured the painful process of completing the process of cutting the abdomen. Then he suffocated and fell to the ground.

"Tow it out."

In the white gauze tied to the waist with blood, I was eager to penetrate and flowed on the floor. Ito spit out two words.

Soon, the two young men who stood outside the door went barefoot into the wing and carried the middle-aged man who died. Although the ground was not stained with a drop of blood, the **** smell that pervades the air is long-lasting. It is disgusting.

The first second, Ito seems to be a profound bachelor of tea ceremony, and the next moment, he has become a murderous devil, fearful.

Faced with such a picture, Xiao Zheng's face is as calm as ever. Instead, it is more acceptable to Sofia than the black belly.

"The Phantom of the Shadows series can't be sold in Japan, it's all he stopped Mr. Xiao's way." Ito simply explained the identity of the middle-aged person who was only able to cut his belly. It was also a gift to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng looked calmly at Ito, and thanked him with a look: "Isn't it going to be white?"

Ito faintly nodded: "There is a lot of business on the market. The phantom partners in Japan are too weak, and even if they are not blocked, they may not be able to make big money."

Xiao Zheng still said calmly: "Mr. Ito means, want us to cooperate with you?"

"You out of the product, I am out of the channel. Explain with Huaxiazhu, that is, add one to two, we will make money together. How does Mr. Xiao think?" Ito said.

Two for one?

That is half the meaning of one person.

Is it necessary to take half of a channel? This money is too good to earn, right? Why don't you go directly to grab?

Although Xiao Zheng’s heart is not good, but his face still has a smile on his face, he said: “How can Mr. Ito’s largest arms dealer in Asia be interested in our small business?”

"Small business?" Ito said slowly. “The district has accumulated nearly four billion yuan of wealth in three months. Mr. Xiao, this is a small business, where is there a big business? Why don’t you introduce a few more?”

Really fancy the potential of the phantom?

Xiao Zheng still had a smile on his face, slowly picked up the teacup, and drank the warm tea in the cup. He suddenly said: "The tea is not hot."

"I have a fire." Ito said slowly.

"I still like to make my own tea." Xiao Zheng slowly put down the cup and looked up and smiled. "Mr. Ito, sorry, it seems that you have killed a loyal subordinate."

Ito’s calm and resolute eyes are gathered together: “He will not die in vain.”

The last day of the explosion will be honored tomorrow!