Moreover, Zhang Xiaofan also felt a strong sense of killing and cutting on Nie Lao's body.
Compared with Luo Hongwu, Wu Shiyou and other professional soldiers, the bloody smell of this battle is more serious...
if Zhang Xiaofan is right, this old man should be the old Red Army that the older generation has really fought with the enemy on the battlefield.
"Boss Qian, what about those excellent critics of Longjing tea? Take it out as soon as possible. The flowers we've been waiting for are all thanks. "
At this time, I saw sun Yuntao, chairman of Hengyu group, who couldn't wait to urge him.
"Yes... Old sun is right. Don't hide it, boss Qian."
"We've been sitting here for nearly half an hour, and we haven't even smelled the smell of tea."
At this time, Li Daqing of Lisheng coal company is also some impatient urge, way.
"Lao Qian, you said on the phone that this batch of Longjing tea is rare in the sky and not on the ground."
"I'd like to see if this batch of Longjing tea is as miraculous as you, the master of tea ceremony, said before."
Yuan Tianhang also took the words, looked up and laughed twice, laughing and joking.
"If you even look at your boss Qian this time, I think you dare to regard yourself as a master in front of outsiders in the future..."
and the old man in Zhongshan suit, who was sitting in the first place, did not say anything from the beginning to the end. However, when he looked at Qian Yuanjiang, he was also curious and urged.
"Ha ha... You just urged me not to help, that batch of Longjing is not mine..."
while speaking, Zhang Xiaofan reached out in front of Qian Yuanjiang corridor, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile;
"this is the real owner of that batch of Longjing tea. As long as he nods and agrees, I dare to take those Longjing out!"
"..."
"what?! It's this young man -- "
Seeing Qian Yuan's appearance on the surface of the river did not seem to be faking, all the people present were somewhat unbelievable.
In fact, from the beginning, when Zhang Xiaofan came to this Mingyue Pavilion, all the people present had noticed the existence of Zhang Xiaofan.
But what none of them dreamed of.
The owners of the best Longjing tea, which was praised by Qian Yuanjiang, the master of tea ceremony, were actually young men of 23 or 4 years old.
After all, Zhang Xiaofan is so ordinary in appearance, just like a grain of sand and stone thrown into the sea...
however, he has experienced many ups and downs in his life. Of course, they can't be the kind of lengtouqing who judge people by their appearance and clothes.
So, after the initial surprise, their faces quickly returned to normal.
"Little friend, I wonder if I can have the honor to see your Longjing tea with my own eyes?"
At this time, Nie Lao, who had been silent from the beginning, finally couldn't help but be curious and went straight to the point.
"Yes... Yes..."
"brother, you don't know. Before that, Lao Qian really praised your Longjing tea, which was really about to break through the sky."
"Even the Dahongpao on the cliff of jiulongke in Wuyishan can't compare with the Longjing tea in your hand, little brother!"
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