"This little Song Zong's tea is still ......the same as always" Zhong Shuibai made it on the opposite side of the sofa, wearing a strict little suit uniform, with a slight smile on his face, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and said, "Poor!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Shan shouted: "I have worked hard to learn to make tea in the past few years, let me tell you, I am planning to enter the tea industry, and when our new tea comes out in the future, I will let you know, what is good tea!"

"Good tea is useless!"

Song Jiang got up from the office chair, walked to the sofa, sat in a separate position in the middle, picked up a cup, took a sip, and said: "Aunt Zhong really didn't misunderstand you, for so many years, the level of making tea has not improved at all, no matter how good the tea is, after passing through your hands, it is basically destroyed!"

"You're talking like an expert!"

Song Shan pouted.

Although he has a heart of self-cultivation, but in making tea, his skills are a little worse, but before he felt that his skills had improved a little at home, and now it seems that it is estimated that Fang Nanyi and Mengyue have given him face.

"Get out of the way!"

Song Jiang poured out all the tea domineeringly: "Let my brother play a trick for you, your brother's self-cultivation has been good recently, and he went to learn tea art, and I won't let you see it, your brother's craftsmanship, you don't know where the gap is!"

As he spoke, he began to move.

Song Jiang's slender hands are very distinctive, they move very quickly, nourishing tea sets, washing tea, warm water, making tea, what the time and heat are, Song Shan does not know, but his set of actions is smooth.

"Have you really practiced?" Song Shan looked at Song Jiang curiously.

"I know that!"

Zhong Shuibai smiled and said: "I heard that our Qinchuan TV station Yizhihua Dongmen Qing is a master of tea art, before the chairman also went to visit in person, asked Miss Dongmen on the skills of tea art, learned for a while, this business community is still circulating the chairman of the rumor that he loves tea art, many people also sent some precious tea to our company!"

"East Gate Light?"

Song Shan looked at the boss's gaze and became a little playful: "Okay, the boss is moving fast enough!"

"What do you say!"

Song Jiang's face has been a little thick recently, anyway, in front of Song Shan, his face is not red or new, he doesn't feel weak at all, and he speaks seriously: "I'm just pure and broken to ask for tea art, don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay!"

Song Shan raised his thumb: "Keep it this way, the so-called chasing girls is a three-board axe, thick-skinned, thick-skinned, or thick-skinned, you are cheeky, I'm not afraid that you will capsize!"

"Get out!"

Song Jiang couldn't hold back after all, glared at Song Shan angrily, and then focused on completing this series of tea-making kung fu.

"Aunt Zhong, try my craft!"

"The chairman's tea art has indeed improved, much better than Xiao Song, I still remember that Xiao Song used to love tea, but every time I don't like to make tea!"

Zhong Shuibai said with a smile.

After going through the past few years, her feelings are greater than anyone else's.

A decision made back then has turned her life upside down.

The widow brought up a pair of children, and she thought that this would be the end of her life, for her son to go to college, for her daughter, and when they all finished college and came out to work, she was working a little harder to see if she could make more money, and she bought a wedding house in the city, and she was worried about her son marrying a daughter-in-law and her daughter marrying, and it was estimated that she would be able to retire.

Unexpectedly, the second spring of his career broke out.

Choosing to stay and join the country is the most wise and martial choice she thinks she has made in her life.

As a veteran, she has original shares in Jiangshan Grain and Oil.

Even Mo Shaokang, Yu Jinghao and others at the vice president level do not have as many shares of Jiangshan Grain and Oil as she holds, and in terms of net worth, she is also a multimillionaire.

"I'll taste it!"

Song Shan took a few sips, covered his conscience and said, "It's all about the same!"

"Won't your conscience hurt when you say this!"

Song Jiang grinds his teeth.

"It's about the same, but the tea isn't all the same!"

"Don't talk to you layman!"

"Brother, I'm going to criticize you, has it been too swollen lately, a little floating, what is a layman!"

"Vulgar!"

"Who's vulgar?"

"You!"

"Brother, you don't feel sorry when you speak!"

"You say vulgar, you are vulgar, who made me your brother, three years old to see old, you are mine to watch you grow up in open crotch pants, do you have any opinions on my evaluation!"

Song Jiang's cold violence knocked out Song Shan at once, and left him speechless.

Looking at these two brothers, Zhong Shuibai smiled, and felt a little in his heart, to say that there are still some elders in Jiangshan, but there are very few people who have watched Jiangshan come to this point, and she is one of them.

They are truly self-made.

has come to this point, with a net worth of more than 100 million, but the daring between brothers can still be so simple, which really surprised him.

However, she also knows in her heart that more credit is because of Song Shan, Song Shan was the first contributor to the rise of Jiangshan Grain and Oil, and in Jiangshan Grain and Oil, the limelight was flourishing, but when the glory was about to open, he retired and started anew.

Or, to give them a good maintenance of the affection between brothers.

If the two brothers continue to be in the same place, maybe there is really no today's situation, after all, a company can only have one voice, no one wants to be a puppet, a day, a month, a year, but in the long run, it is difficult to guarantee that Song Jiang will not have resentment in his heart.

On the contrary, Song Shan's departure not only encouraged Song Jiang's excitement and ambition, but also gave Song Jiang the impetus to rise.

Many people regret that Song Shan chose to leave Jiangshan Grain and Oil at that time.

It was Zhong Shuibai who thought that it was Song Shan's best decision, so for a long time, she basically didn't persuade Song Shan to come back and preside over the overall situation.

"Aunt Zhong, the dark circles under your eyes are all out, you haven't had enough rest recently, let me tell you, those capitalists are black-hearted like this, they said they would work eight hours a day, but he will definitely squeeze your biggest labor force!"

Song Shan shifted his firepower and said to Zhong Shuibai: "If you want me to say, we won't work for him, come to me and be rich, I will give you the best preferential treatment!"

"Song Shan!"

Song Jiang had green tendons on his forehead, and he really thought he was dead.

Since he was poached a Wei Anqing, he has been strictly guarding Song Shan, but in this case, the team under Wei Anqing has basically been poached by him for no less than a third, almost paralyzing the entire public relations and advertising department.

Now it's okay, in front of him, he actually wants to dig up the grain and oil management account of the country, who can bear it, brother can't bear it.

"Come on!"

Song Jiang is ready to have a martial arts scene.

"Brother, calm down!" Song Shan's frightened face turned white, this brother is too ruthless, am I still your brother.

"Huh!"

Zhong Shuibai smiled, regardless of their brothers' fights, and left directly.

As soon as Zhong Shuibai left, Song Jiang couldn't bear it, this guy is too hateful, as long as there is the slightest sign of digging people, he must be pressed, the most able man to talk is always his fist, so he has to let Song Shan know who is the brother.

Song Shan was depressed, and he was punched unexpectedly, so he was a little unhappy, this boss was ruthless, it seemed that he had hit his bottom line.

"Drink tea!"

One Wang Ba punch, after the fight, Song Jiang tasted tea casually.

Song Shan felt that if he couldn't beat him, he would have to recall the field sooner or later, but if he couldn't beat him, he could just talk about it: "Brother, are you calling it an office, the wood carving exhibition room you call is still a worthless exhibition, if someone else comes in, what do you say, this taste, is it not good!"