Listening to Zeng Xiaopeng's words, the old man actually showed a look of approval, that look, maybe Zeng Xiaopeng can't understand it now, because that look is deeper, it is an old Bole who suddenly discovered a young horse.

The old man smiled, shook his head and waved his hand and said, "Little brother, it's not you who play with me, it's me who plays with you." ”

Zeng Xiaopeng said stubbornly: "What if I don't play?"

The old man smiled indifferently: "You can play, I'm not in a hurry, I'm patient." ”

Zeng Xiaopeng was about to refute, when there was a knock on the door in the private room, and the tea owner respectfully brought in a middle-aged man, and quickly served the same cup of tea, and then bowed and withdrew.

The person who came was about fifty years old, dressed neatly dressed in formal clothes, with a big back and meticulously combed hair, waxed hair, shiny and shiny, and at a glance he looked like a successful person with extraordinary bearing. walked to the seat, shook hands with the old man politely, and whispered, "Hello Dong Lao!"

The old man was neither humble nor arrogant, nor did he get up, pointing to the chair: "Please take a seat." ”

The visitor glanced at Zeng Xiaopeng and sat down on the chair next to the old man.

Zeng Xiaopeng suddenly found that this middle-aged man was very familiar, so he searched quickly in his memory, and a string of images suddenly jumped into his mind, and finally froze: TV screen - news channel - leader's speech - municipal government - Vice Mayor Fang.

What kind of person is this old man, even Vice Mayor Fang is polite to him, but he seems to be very dismissive? A fortune teller wouldn't be so mysterious, right?

Zeng Xiaopeng admitted that he was blinded.

At this time, Vice Mayor Fang wanted to say something, but glanced at Zeng Xiaopeng and closed his mouth again.

And Zeng Xiaopeng didn't mean to get up and leave at this time, he was thinking in his heart: Why should I go out with a hunched over like the tea boss, like a minion, I won't leave, no matter what, I am also a guest who was invited.

Sure enough, the old man pointed at Zeng Xiaopeng, and the deputy mayor of the other party said: "He is an outsider, and he is also a trustworthy person, don't get in the way, you can say anything." ”

When Vice Mayor Fang heard this, he no longer hesitated, and said to the old man with a pleasant face: "Mr. Liao in the Economic Development Zone, I have to go out in person, and he only listens to you." ”

As he spoke, his face was anxious, and his words were rude:

"Liao Datou of the dog day, after getting the development project for 800 million, he dragged it up, and he didn't enter the market for more than a month, and it was perfunctory to answer my call, and sometimes he didn't even answer my call!"

Vice Mayor Fang also felt a little out of shape, so he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and continued:

"Dong Lao, if something goes wrong with him, it will involve all aspects, this is not child's play!"

Zeng Xiaopeng was a little surprised: This deputy mayor Fang's image on TV is so tall and shiny, why did he become a cowardly as soon as he came here, and he actually made a foul mouth?

And what surprised Zeng Xiaopeng the most was that the deputy mayor of a large city with a population of 8 million actually came to ask a fortune teller to do something, what kind of energy does this old man have?

After listening to Deputy Mayor Fang, Dong Lao didn't think so, picked up the teacup, and said indifferently: "I know about this matter, Xiao Liao is waiting for me to measure the feng shui and calculate the auspicious day for his land, and I have been too busy recently, and I can't take care of it." ”

Deputy Mayor Fang smiled and said pleasantly: "Dong Lao, Dong Lao, you and I are both thousand-year-old foxes, don't talk about Zhai anymore, do you think we don't know, your Jinhong Group is the real owner of this land, Lao Tai Sui, you just let us go." ”

Later, the two of them said something in a cloudy fog, Zeng Xiaopeng didn't understand much, and he wasn't interested in understanding, the only thing he was sure of was that this old man Dong was super not simple. Two words:.

Zeng Xiaopeng got up and walked to the window, admiring the lake and mountains outside the window alone.

I don't know how long it took, Vice Mayor Fang left, and Dong Lao was still sitting in the chair, looking at the back of this young man standing against the window, and he fell into deep thought.

In the middle of the ring, the old man got up and came to the window, stood beside Zeng Xiaopeng, and said softly: "Little friend, let's be a New Year's friend, right?"

After speaking, a look of sympathy arose on his cheeks.

Hearing this, Zeng Xiaopeng was still surprised, he turned around and looked at the old man's knife-like face, as if he wanted to see the vicissitudes of the past few hundred years from this mysterious and bottomless face.

Zeng Xiaopeng replied politely: "Old man, I am a down-and-out gangster in the market, how can I be qualified to climb up to you, a living immortal?"

The old man laughed and said equally straightforwardly: "Also, you are too weak now, too weak, as weak as an ant." ”

Instead, the old man seemed to fall into an indescribable sorrow, as if he were talking to himself, and sighed softly, "But my time is running out. ”

After speaking, the old man turned around and drifted away, leaving Zeng Xiaopeng alone in the wind.

At this time, the chubby tea boss came in to clean up the tea set, and Zeng Xiaopeng suddenly remembered: As soon as the old man leaves, won't these three high-priced Tieguanyin have to pay for themselves?

Whatever, the ill-gotten gains in your trouser pocket come and go as fast as you want.

Zeng Xiaopeng didn't blink his eyes, took out nine hundred-yuan bills, threw them on the coffee table, and said, "Sixty yuan to find a tip for you, this teahouse is really good." ”

The tea boss looked at the young man with a strange expression, picked up the banknotes on the coffee table, respectfully handed it to Zeng Xiaopeng, and said, "Don't you know that this teahouse originally belonged to Dong Lao, and what money is charged?"

I'm dizzy.