Tea House, it is not difficult to see from the name that this is a place to drink tea.

Tea is produced in China, but the development of tea culture is not as good as that of the island country.

In China, the areas with strong development of tea culture are limited to a few tea-producing regions, while in island countries, although tea culture originates from China, it integrates daily life behavior with religion, philosophy, ethics and aesthetics, and becomes a comprehensive cultural and artistic activity. It is not only a material enjoyment, but also through the tea ceremony, learning tea ceremony, cultivating temperament, and cultivating people's aesthetic and moral concepts.

Light tasting, slow drinking, returning, ordering tea, boiling tea, brewing tea, offering tea.

A series of tedious processes made Yan Murong, a guy who was used to drinking everything and liked to drink it all in one sip, feeling troublesome.

"Squeak-"

The wooden sliding door was pushed open from the outside, and then Toshiaki Mitsui and Toshitoshi Mitsui appeared in the doorway.

After Yan Murong gave the mobile phone to Mitsui Toshiming, Mitsui Toshiming rushed home directly to find Mitsui Toshitoshi and get angry, and finally, at Mitsui Toshitoshi's request, there was an arrangement to meet at the tea house this time.

After waving his hand to drive out the woman in charge of making tea, Mitsui Yingjun sat cross-legged opposite Yan Murong, staring at Yan Murong with a pair of eyes, and the hatred in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't have that special fetish." Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Handsome with a look of disgust.

The matter has come to this point, there is no need to play any more hypothetical, Yan Murong knows very well in his heart, tonight, either Mitsui will die or he will finish playing.

"Hey, hey."

Mitsui was handsome and smiled instead of being angry, staring at Yan Murong with burning eyes, and said. "To be honest, I admire your methods to convince my brother to let him help you deal with me."

"Convince him?" Yan Murong glanced at Toshiaki Mitsui, who was sitting there drinking tea with an expressionless face, and chuckled. "It's not me who convinces him, it's you who force him - I'll tell you the truth, you're a little clever, but you're stupid."

"Am I stupid? Ha ha. Mitsui laughed. Do you think you're the only smart person in the world? ”

"I didn't say I was smart." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively. "But at least I'm not stupid - you see, I know that your father's Gu worm was ordered by you, and I also know that you are going to attack Toshiaki Mitsui, am I right?"

"Can I deny it?" Mitsui sneered.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded. "But since you're here today, is there any need to deny it?"

"Well, I don't deny it, you're right." Mitsui said frankly.

Although he had known Mitsui's thoughts for a long time, hearing him admit it in person, Mitsui's eyes couldn't help but dim, and the hand holding the teacup also shook, and the hot tea dripping on his hand was unnoticed.

"Is this true?" Putting down the teacup, Toshiaki Mitsui asked in a trembling voice.

"Didn't you already hear that?" Mitsui sneered. "How? My own brother, do you have any questions? ”

"Why? Isn't your father good enough for you? ”

"Good for me? Hehe, my father is very good to me. "Mitsui is handsome and has a crazy face." From childhood to adulthood, all you get is praise, and what I get is abuse, you can take the helm of the Mitsui Foundation and become the next head of the Mitsui family. What about me? I can only be a bastard and die-why? I'm the eldest young master of the Mitsui family, and all of this should belong to me. ”

"It's all yours." Toshiaki Mitsui sighed. "But what have you done? Eat, drink and be merry? Girls? ――Do you think your father will leave the family in your hands? ”

"That old guy forced me." Mitsui screamed.

"Enough, he's our father, and you should respect him." Toshiaki Mitsui shouted coldly.

"Respect? Ha ha. Don't tell me anything about respecting morality, these things are useless in the face of power - oh, by the way, I'll tell you a secret. Not only me, but even our aunt and your most beloved sister are on my side. ”

"Y-what did you say?"

Mitsui's words shocked Toshiaki Mitsui.

Younger sister? His sister, who has always loved the most, will actually stand with him.

"Hey, it's still not accurate." Yan Murong sighed on the side. He could guess Mitsui's handsome thoughts, but he didn't guess who would be standing next to him.

Mitsui Imperial Sakura?

That little girl gave him a pretty good impression. Delicate, kind—at least on the surface, she doesn't seem to have such ambitions.

"By the way, I'll give you another piece of good news." Mitsui Yingjun didn't answer Yan Murong's words, and said with a sneer. "You are smart, I'm not stupid, Mitsui Toshiaki, after tonight, whether it is the Mitsui family or the Mitsui consortium, it will all belong to me alone."

"What did you do to your father?" Mitsui Toshiaki was startled, suddenly stood up from the ground, pulled up Mitsui's handsome collar, and asked loudly.

"You see, now it's you who is disrespectful to my brother." Mitsui gently pulled away the hand that grabbed his neckline, and said in a light tone. "I just praised you for being smart, why did you suddenly become stupid? What can I do to that old man? At most, send him to God. ”

"Ah, beast." Yan Murong shook his head again and sighed.

"Brother." Mitsui Toshiaki calmed down, looked up at Mitsui and said in a deep voice. "This is the last time I'll call you brother."

As soon as the words fell, the teacup in Toshiaki Mitsui's hand smashed to the floor.

"Click!"

Debris splattered, and pale green tea spilled all over the ground.

"Are you signaling?" Mitsui sneered and said. "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, the few people you brought should have gone to God to report by now, right?"

"You bastard." Mitsui Toshiaki was furious, no one had broken in for so long, and he knew that the few people he brought with him must be more than lucky.

"Haha, you're right, I'm an asshole." Mitsui laughed handsomely. "It's a pity that only bastards can live longer - since your people can't come anymore, why don't you just see how my people are?"

As he spoke, Mitsui Hidetoshi also grabbed a teacup and slammed it to the ground.

"Pedal, pedal—"

As the teacup hit the ground, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then, the wooden sliding door was violently broken from the outside, and more than a dozen men in black suits poured in from the outside.

"Now, my men are here." Mitsui stood up and looked condescendingly at Mitsui Toshiming, who was sluggish, and Yan Murong, who was sitting there drinking tea without moving, and said. "Why don't you start the party now?"