The monk is a real monk, but he does not sit in the Buddha hall when he participates in Buddhist affairs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In his early years, he came out of the temple, and even in his old age, he did not change his earlier background.

Of course...... A monk is a monk, and like their Western ancestors, the old monk is shameless enough.

Shen Yi was impatient with the old monk, so he had no choice but to give him a little tea.

Of course, there is definitely not much tea in this place.

I guess it's barely enough to make that cup.

There's no way, the old monk doesn't want to give out any money, are you still too little?

Shen Yi has always adhered to the idea of a businessman and behaved ...... Can't be too generous.

……

The old monk didn't really have no money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to eat the food in Feng Shikun's restaurant.

After getting the tea, the old monk left happily.

It's homecoming!

It's just that when people leave, it's a taxi, and the place where they go straight is also a famous villa area in the city.

At last, the taxi stopped in front of a prominent villa, and the old monk got out of the car.

As soon as he entered the villa, a middle-aged man greeted him.

This middle-aged man looks full of momentum, in a suit and leather shoes, and at first glance he is a successful person.

It is estimated that ordinary people stand in front of him, and this pressure is definitely not small.

It's just that this opening messes up the artistic conception......

"My dad (da, two sounds), why did you go there again? Every day at noon, I don't come back to eat. ”

The old monk glanced at the middle-aged man and said.

"I'm still hungry, I want you to take care of it."

After speaking, he walked angrily towards the living room.

The middle-aged man was surprised and followed behind with some embarrassment.

It's a pity that the old monk ignored him and carefully took out the toilet paper in his pocket.

The toilet paper was crumpled into a ball, and when it was untied, it was wrapped in a small pinch of tea leaves.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed curiosity, and before he could ask, he heard the old monk say.

"Go, bring me my tea set."

Father spoke, where did he dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran to the side, and after a while, a set of more delicate than Shen Yi's perception was placed on the table.

The old monk couldn't wait to be busy, but he was cooking and pouring tea, and he was very meticulous.

Because there is too little tea, he can't even bear to let go of the water on the side of the tea washing.

Subsequently, the aroma of tea overflowed.

The scent made the middle-aged man stunned, but before he could speak, the door of the villa suddenly opened, and another figure walked in.

This figure is slightly similar to a middle-aged man, and after he came in, his eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he said.

"Good tea!"

Then he put the briefcase in his hand on the sofa, and the middle-aged man yelled at him.

"Brother."

The person who came nodded, but couldn't help it.

"Where did you get this tea? I've been smelling the fragrance from afar. ”

The old monk said proudly.

"I met a good man, and I got two coins of tea, tsk...... This is a fine product, and it is hard to find. ”

I don't know if Shen Yi will be ashamed when he hears the old monk's words.

Obviously he was annoyed and couldn't stand it, but when he came to him, he became a good person.

When the middle-aged man heard the old monk's words, he pursed his lips and couldn't help but say.

"It's hard to find money...... I don't believe that if you give 1.8 million yuan, he can not sell it. ”

The old monk's eyes widened, and he said.

"You're ...... rich"

The middle-aged man was surprised and became honest again.

It was another person, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

The old monk's surname is Song, and his name is Song Chenfeng.

The eldest son, Song Buzheng, means not fighting and not grabbing his duty.

The youngest son, Song Buluan, is actually chaotic, which originally meant to be naughty when he was a child, and honestly and cyclically.

Song Buluan is a businessman, but the eldest brother Song Buzheng is a figure in the system.

Song Buzheng's position is the deputy bureau, which can be regarded as a high authority.

However, he has recently been worried about one thing, the director has stepped down from above, and he has a chance to go further.

However, there are two or three competitors, and although he has excellent achievements, this winning margin is not particularly large.

The younger son has money and no burdens.

Song Chenfeng lives with his youngest son.

Although his father is a monk, he is actually quite capable, and Song Buzheng came to the door to let his father get an idea for himself.

Song Buzheng is also a person who understands tea, but seeing that his father has not explained his intentions, looking at this good tea, his heart can't help but move.

But he remembered that his boss also likes to drink tea?

Really good tea is hard to find, if you take this tea as a gift to send it, wouldn't it be one more chance?

Not to mention flattery and flattery, at least show your face in front of the leader, there must be a little more opportunity, right?

Song Buzheng couldn't help but said to Song Chenfeng.

"Dad, does this tea house sell it?"

The old monk Song Chenfeng glanced at his son.

"What, you want to drink too?"

Song Buzheng shook his head, but he told his own affairs.

Knowing that, the old monk was glaring.

"You're taking bribes ......"

Song Buzheng knew his father's temper and hurriedly said.

"Just a little tea, it's not counted. What's more, you also know that your son is a little capable, but he is not better than others, I want to go further, I have to find some way to show up in front of the leader, right? ”

Song Buluan also nodded.

"Yes, that's what my brother said! If you want to climb up, you can't do it without some means. You see that my business is so big, if I am honest, there will be no scum left before I am eaten. ”

He was too talkative, and one mouth ushered in Song Chenfeng's angry gaze.

I couldn't help but shut up in surprise.

However, the old monk hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth.

"This tea is not cheap, I am coming, people are in business, if you sell it, this money is estimated to be not a small amount."

Song Buluan patted his chest.

"Money is not an issue!"

The eldest brother doesn't have much money as an official, but he does.

If you want to buy some tea for your eldest brother, it's still a breeze.

The old monk glared at him angrily, and finally said to Song Buzheng.

"Forget it, no matter what path you take, you're not too small, think about it yourself. I'll tell you the address, and you can buy it yourself. ”

After speaking, he gave the address of the convenience store.

Subsequently, Na Song Buluan took his brother and went straight to the convenience store.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, close to ten o'clock, Shen Yi was about to close, but he ushered in two more guests.

On the bright side, these two guests are not simple in terms of style or momentum.

When he entered the door, he didn't go to the shelves to choose things, but said to Shen Yi.

"Boss, I'll buy tea!"

"Tea?"

Shen Yi was stunned, and then said.

"On the shelves, take it yourself. Ten or twenty pieces have ......"

When he said this, Song Buzheng and Song Buluan were stunned.

"Ten or twenty?"

This is the same as what their dad said, it seems to be ...... Far from it.