Ding Fan is not a native of Northeast China, and he doesn't know much about Cheng Ye, who was notorious back then.

In his impression, such a gangster should be the kind of rough man who wears a short coat, speaks roughly, and speaks in an octave higher.

But after meeting for the first time today, he couldn't believe it.

Because the old man in front of him, to be honest, doesn't look like a gangster at all, but gives people a feeling of teaching Mr. Jiao, wearing a long shirt and coat, with a bookish atmosphere, although the clothes he wears are an old gown, but they are very clean.

When Ding Fan came, the old man seemed to have just finished exercising, and he was sitting at the edge of the small table, drinking tea with a small tea bowl, not at all like a gangster.

Manager Sun Er stretched out his hand and pulled it on Ding Fan's arm, and then stepped forward to greet the old man: "Master Cheng, Xiao Er has come to see you, are you okay lately?"

As he spoke, Manager Sun handed over the things in his hand to a middle-aged man next to him, and then walked in front of the old man.

The old man sitting at the small table glanced at Manager Sun, smiled and stretched out his hand to his side, motioning for him to go over and sit down.

As for Ding Fan, who was standing on the side, the old man didn't seem to be interested at all, so he just hung him aside.

Second Manager Sun sat opposite the old man a little embarrassed, and introduced to the old man in a low voice: "Master Cheng, this is my friend, and I came to visit you today." ”

Second Manager Sun introduced the old man with a flattering face, but the old man just glanced at Ding Fan, and then said with a sneer:

"I'm afraid it's not here to visit, why do I think it's a purpose, you said that the person who came to visit, will he come there with a gun?"

Unexpectedly, this old man's eyes were quite sharp, and he could even see that Ding Fan was carrying a gun, you must know that Ding Fan was hiding this gun very carefully, and he didn't expect it to be seen in the end.

Now that people have seen it, Ding Fan didn't bother to pretend, so he walked directly to Manager Sun's side, sat down again and again, stared straight at the tea bowl in Cheng Ye's hand, and said after a long time:

"It is rumored outside that Cheng Ye was the chief scoop of this piece back then, a great hero, I thought about coming to visit before, but I haven't had this way, and today I know that Brother Sun and you always know each other, so I temporarily asked Brother Sun to help pull the strings, and the gun on my body is what I carry with me, and I can't leave the old man, you are more considerate. ”

Cheng Ye glanced at Ding Fan with a little meaning, put the cup in his hand on the table, reached out and picked up a towel and wiped it on his face, nodded and said: "You are a little brave in this life, but it's a pity that it's not my subordinate, otherwise my position must be your kid to sit on, and you can inherit my family business in the future, it's a pity ......"

"Family business?" Ding Fan asked knowingly: "Old man, you can't be talking about the so-called Thirty-Seven Doors Flower Club, right? Such a small business, I am not interested, what period is it now, if you want to do business, you have to make something big, a small gambling club, it is simply something that dog meat can't get on the table, do you call this thing a family business?"

As soon as Ding Fan said this, he was so frightened that the cold sweat on Manager Sun's face came down, and he hurriedly stretched out his foot and kicked him below, wanting to remind him that he was now on someone else's territory.

But Ding Fan was not moved at all, he still talked to Cheng Ye, and even picked up the teapot without treating himself as an outsider, poured himself a cup of tea, and then drank all the tea in his hand, and finally put the cup on the table with a disgusted face.

The second manager Sun next to him was so frightened by Ding Fan's action that his brain was about to explode, what is this going to do, he just wants to die today?

This is in Cheng Ye's house, he just didn't treat himself as an outsider, drank other people's tea, and now he still shows a disdainful expression, what kind of trouble is this?

Just when he was anxious to hit someone and had no way to do it, Ding Fan spoke again:

"Old man Cheng still likes to drink tea?"

"Hehe," as soon as Ding Fan finished speaking, Cheng Ye sat on the side and suddenly laughed, then sat up straight, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, took a sip from his mouth and said:

"You kid still understand this thing? Look at the way you just chewed peonies, I don't believe you if you understand. ”

This Cheng Ye is notoriously not smiling, generally speaking, it is rare to smile during the New Year, and it was rumored in the early years that Cheng Ye's smile was a precursor to killing.

Manager Sun Er had heard of this for a long time, but he hadn't seen it, and he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes today, not to mention the nervousness and regret in his heart.

And Ding Fan still didn't care, and said heartlessly:

"Say you know, I don't believe it, people who really understand tea, but no one will make such a strong green tea in autumn, do you know what to drink in this season? ”

Cheng Ye was a little impressed by Ding Fan, originally he was in his early twenties, and he didn't know a lot at a young age, and what he said was true, and he was a little curious about him for a while.

I suddenly wanted to hear what Ding Fan had to say behind me: "Listen to what your kid said, it seems that you are quite knowledgeable, tell me what kind of tea you have to drink in each season?"

In fact, Ding Fan knows these things, it is nothing more than when he was in Yanjing before, he heard a little about it with his grandfather in those old men's houses, and he drank some of them at that time, as for these things mentioned today, they are all just what he heard from others.

Fortunately, these things could not stump Ding Fan, so he said to Cheng Ye:

"In fact, it's also simple, drink flower tea in spring and green in summer, drink green and white in autumn and brew red in winter, this is the most basic thing for people who understand tea, as for Cheng Ye, the tea here, don't be angry, although it is a new tea, but the taste has changed, people who understand tea can drink it, no wonder you make so much tea at a time, this is not to waste!"

In fact, Ding Fan saw it from the beginning that this Cheng Ye didn't understand tea at all.

Drinking tea is to find the kind of tone that has a background, otherwise no one will put so many tea leaves when making tea, which is simply ruining things.

It's just that after saying this, Cheng Ye must be unhappy, he still came to find someone to do something today, it's okay to attract his curiosity, but if he goes too far, things will be a little troublesome.

Only then did he stop at the end, saying that the tea was a little damp, which could be regarded as giving Cheng Ye a step down.

Sure enough, after Ding Fan said this, Cheng Ye's whole face instantly improved a lot, and even his body gradually leaned back on the chair, and his body gradually relaxed, without the feeling of excitement just now.

Cheng Ye nodded, reached out and picked up the small tea jar beside him, pushed it directly in front of Ding Fan, and then said to him:

"The tea I drink is this, the good thing is true, but this thing is not well preserved, otherwise I am not willing to make such a lot of tea, I can't imagine that your kid is not very old, I understand a lot, my tea is not a good tea, but I am quite reluctant to give it to others, it is rare to meet a knowledgeable person, send it to you, take it back and pick it up again, the taste should not be too bad. ”

Ding Fan didn't feel anything, the old man himself didn't understand tea, and giving himself a bottle of tea was nothing to him, so he didn't care, and directly reached out and took it in his hand.

But Manager Sun Er, who was sitting on the side, was a little unbearable, and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

This Cheng Ye suddenly became obsessed with drinking tea a few years ago, and the tea leaves on his hands were treated as baby bumps, and ordinary people were reluctant to take them out, but he didn't expect to take them in his hands today and give them to Ding Fan, which made him feel like he was dreaming.

When did Cheng Ye speak so well?

It seems that even Qiao Laosi from Bincheng has not been able to get a small gift from his hand, just because he is old, and he is also an old man in the Tao, and it is a luxury to get something in his hand.

But today, Ding Fan actually succeeded in getting a can of his beloved tea in the hands of this old man, which was enough for him to take out and show off for a long time.

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng. Ding Fan unceremoniously took the tea jar in his hand, then put the tea jar in his hand aside, and said to Cheng Ye with a smile:

"Thank you Cheng Ye for the tea, but now I don't have any good things in my hands to give you a gift in return, wait for a while! I'll find someone to make some good tea outside, and give Mr. Cheng a taste when the time comes." ”

Cheng Ye laughed out loud after hearing this, and said eagerly to Ding Fan: "Okay, today I met a child who knows tea, and he is in a good mood, so stay and drink tonight. ”

The good wine that Cheng Ye said was nothing more than the snake wine brought by Manager Sun Er today, but he didn't know that this thing might be a good thing for him, but in Ding Fan's opinion, it was actually like that.

Because these snake wines themselves were produced in the turn of the body, he never felt that these things were anything strange in his opinion, and he had drunk them many times before.

Even after hearing this, Manager Sun Er felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to say it several times, this thing is actually something that is turning over, and people don't care about this thing at all.

It's just that now in front of him, I'm still embarrassed to say, but fortunately, the girl who came with the two of them has been listening to it, and after Cheng Ye said that she had been drinking at night, the little girl immediately jumped out and said: "Grandpa, in fact, these things are all produced by other people, even the snake soup you ate last time." ”

The little girl's soft prompt instantly woke up the curiosity in Cheng Ye's heart, Ding Fan, who was sitting on the side, was young, and he couldn't imagine that he knew tea and could raise snakes to make snake wine, what else would he not do?