。 Guo Xiaozhou exclaimed: "Mayor Fa Eye, I was reminded by someone to know that this is Master Cong Feixi's ink treasure. "Master Cong Feixi's work?" Zhao Weiguo squinted his eyes and looked at the signature at the place where the plaque was signed, his eyes suddenly became hot, and he said solemnly: "It's really Cong Lao's signature." Cong Lao is a blatant grandmaster-level figure in the calligraphy world, and it is hard to find a word! I didn't expect Jinghua to appear Cong Lao's Mobao, it's a bit interesting, Xiaozhou, do you know the owner of the teahouse? ”

Guo Xiaozhou shook his head, "I don't know, it's a foreign boss, I've been here twice, I haven't met it, it is said that she is not engaged in this teahouse to make money, mainly to raise tea by herself and a little private hobby." ”

"Oh!" Zhao Weiguo walked into the teahouse and asked, "Not for the boss who makes money?" ”

Han Yafang then explained: "Because since the opening, there are few customers here, and the teahouse does not make any publicity. ”

Guo Xiaozhou shook his head, "Ordinary people, who can afford to drink five or six thousand yuan a pound of tea, and the tea room here charges according to the minimum consumption, I don't see any market." ”

Zhao Weiguo smiled: "Maybe it's a high-level marketing strategy." Otherwise, how would you invite me here. ”

Guo Xiaozhou smiled and didn't explain, "Maybe." This side please. ”

Han Yafang seemed to help the leader make a defense, and explained in a low voice: "Our county party committee office has its own tea and stores it here, and it only pays part of the service fee. ”

Zhao Weiguo smiled and did not answer.

With his position, he didn't need to explain anything to a director of the county party committee.

Walking into the courtyard, I saw the small bridge and flowing water, the weeping willows, the rocky landscapes, trees and flowers, all of which were just right, which showed that the design had been worked on.

A male waiter took them to a pure wooden tea room, where Zhao Weiguo and Guo Xiaozhou sat down one after another, and Han Yafang instructed the waiter to brew the Pu'er stored by the county party committee.

This Pu'er is still the best collection given to Guo by An Jin during the Spring Festival is her endorsement for a new tea product and the owner of the tea garden.

The experience of the waiter who is not a young man brewing tea is very sophisticated, and after the two cups of pu'er are served, the house is full of rich mellow fragrance, and the mist wafts and rises, and the smell is long.

"Good tea!" Zhao Weiguo closed his eyes and took a sip, his face was leisurely.

Han Yafang then silently exited the tea room with Nan waiter and closed the door for them.

On the second floor of the tea room, there is a study room with elegant layout, the window is an old-fashioned window imitating mahogany, and an antique desk stands next to the window, the window is on the river, the breeze is gentle, and the green grass and water are unobstructed.

A woman with a detached temperament stood in front of her desk in a white loungewear, splashing ink.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door outside.

The woman frowned slightly, and said softly, "Come in." ”

A slightly burly woman walked in and said calmly: "Jinghua's secretary has come to the teahouse." ”

The young woman's hand shook, and a cloud of ink stained the treetops on the paper.

Immediately, the woman put down the pen, grabbed the failed work, crumpled it, and threw it into the wastebasket. Squinting his eyes, he muttered to himself, "It's time to meet him." ”