Chapter 242 Rubbing Good Tea

It turned out that these old men were well-known tea collectors on the same level as Hu Lao. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoThey are definitely masters in today's Chinese tea collecting industry.

In the industry, if the tea made can get into the eyes of these people, or even be successfully collected by them, the value will definitely be able to increase a lot.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you are a tea maker, there is no one who does not want to be favored by them, even if it is just a little more glance by them, it is also a capital that can go out and brag.

Especially the chubby elder who spoke just now, his origin is not ordinary.

His name is Zhang Bit, born in a noble family in the British and European regions, since childhood by the elders of the family, has a soft spot for black tea, when he grew up, he studied Chinese and Western, and studied the tea ceremony in various districts very deeply, and is now the most world-class Chinese in the Chinese tea business circle.

Although it is said that now all regions are blooming, and the Chinese tea ceremony is no longer outstanding, he still resolutely returned to China, because he decided that the best tea is still in China, even if the current Chinese tea ceremony is fragmented, not to mention being caught up by the tea ceremony in other districts, his situation is very embarrassing.

As Zhang Bit expected, although the Chinese tea ceremony is not as good as before, but its heritage is there, all kinds of tea emerge in endlessly, although the quality is uneven, but the high quality does have its uniqueness.

It's just that Zhang Bitt was slightly disappointed that he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the black tea he wanted.

It turned out that when he was a child, a very chance was able to let him drink a cup of black tea from China at an old man's house.

After many years, whenever he thinks of that pleasant afternoon, he can't forget that feeling. Later, after many investigations, he learned that the kind of tea that made him unforgettable was called Zhengshan Xiaozhong, which was the originator of black tea.

And he traveled all over the main producing areas of Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea, and he saw countless teas, but they were always missing a trace of charm from the taste he remembered.

This made him regret it all the time, and it slowly became a heart disease for him.

Hu Lao looked at Zhang Bit helplessly, especially looking at the pot of tea in his hand with round eyes, eager to slap himself, blaming himself for not being strict in his mouth, so the news leaked.

"Old Hu, what kind of eyes are you?" As soon as Zhang Bit finished speaking, he hugged Hu Lao a little tighter in front of him like a baby.

If it weren't for Hu Lao's desperate resistance, he would have wanted to drink it a long time ago, and he would have enjoyed it. Now just by smelling it, he knows that this tea is not bad, and as for whether it can compare to the sip in his memory, he has to drink it to know.

"Lao Hu, let me tell you, this good tea has to be brewed from time to time. No matter how good the tea is, you have to take it out from time to time to feel it. Pocket smiled evilly, like a weasel.

"That's right. It's been a long time since we've had tea together, what kind of hospitality are you. A few people next to him also responded with a few words.

"Okay, then next time we go to your place, you remember to take out your Qimen black tea and entertain us." Hu Lao was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he made a gesture to walk over to get the tea.

The others sat on the sidelines laughing, but this frightened Zhang Bit, and he could only hold the tea can tighter.

Are you kidding! That Qimen black tea is not a leek in the field, it grows a stubble when it is cut, it is exquisitely made by the tea master Chang Ruyu himself. Especially Chang Ruyu, he is very old, and he has mainly taught his apprentices in the past ten years, and there are very few opportunities to make tea by hand, and it is extremely rare to be able to get him a can of Keemun black tea that can be called the best level.

You must know that only the four major tea museums in the entire Huaxia District can be fortunate enough to have a jar collection, which is enough to show its preciousness.

Such a precious tea is Zhang Bit's favorite black tea, how can he be willing to take it out and share it with everyone.

"Stingy, drink cold water." When Hu Lao saw Zhang Bit's painful appearance, he couldn't help but ridicule.

Zhang bit smiled stupidly, and could only choose to ignore it. Compared to the black tea that he regarded as a treasure, this face was nothing.

"By the way, you said that the tea master is also a star tea artist, so I have brought some Keemun black tea here to make you have a good time."

"But that black tea that is as jade as ever?" After listening, Hu Lao's eyes shone with a round of light, comparable to the stars in the sky.

Zhang Bit smiled, noncommittal, and planned to sell them a pass.

However, as soon as Hu Lao heard Zhang Bit's malicious laughter, he said unceremoniously: "We must be thinking too much." ā€

When the people heard this, they began to talk nonsense.

When Su Zhongkang came in, he saw such a happy scene.

Hu Lao and his entourage did not have the consciousness of being masters, they have always been used to frolicking like this.

At the beginning, Zhang Bit's party thought that Su Zhongkang was just Hu Lao's son and nephew, but it wasn't until Hu Lao came up to introduce Su Zhongkang to everyone that they exclaimed.

In their intuition, the young man they were waiting for, although he was a seed contestant who entered the Tea King Trials, could be called a young talent, but because they heard that he had a lot of attainments in tea making and tea art, they thought that Su Zhongkang had to be in his thirties, after all, in today's Huaxia, when there are not many young people who can make achievements in one of them, the difficulty coefficient of both is not ordinary, not to mention that they can be favored by Hu Lao.

Looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, Hu Lao smiled slightly and said, "This young man is the biggest gain of my trip." I often hear others say that the master is in the people, but what I brought back this time is the master of the master. ā€

Su Zhongkang listened to Hu Lao's praise in front of everyone, and he was too busy to be ashamed. Although he knew that Hu Lao was not exaggerating, he was praised in front of him, which still made Su Zhongkang a little unaccustomed.

The others knew that Hu Lao's temperament was not the kind of rhetorical character, even if they still had some doubts, but they already believed a few points, and the remaining points, they planned to see this young man's tea art.

Looking at their expressions, Hu Lao suddenly understood, so he introduced each other in a general way, and asked Su Zhongkang to make a pot of tea for them.

Although Hu Lao didn't reveal too much information, Su Zhongkang looked at their way of getting along, and he could roughly know that this group of people was not simple.

Moreover, this group of people looked quite easy-going, not like the aggressive kind of people, and he also saw that Hu Lao cautiously took out a small bag of delicately wrapped tea leaves from the fat old man's hand, anyway, he hadn't drunk tea today, so he was also happy to rub good tea.