Unlike the famous Luk Yu Tea House, which moved from SH to Hong Kong, Lin Heung Tea House is a long-established local brand in Tsim Sha Tsui, which was closed for three years during the Japanese occupation and only reopened after the war.

Su Jingxian and the bookstore owner whose real name is Chen Bingzhong just walked into the Lianxiang Teahouse, and a teahouse guy quickly greeted him, with a smile on his face: "Brother Xian, do you have to come and drink tea today?" ”

Lianxiang Teahouse is a place where Su Jingxian often comes, and the guys here are very familiar with him, and they all know that this young junior has been in the limelight in the bad guy pile recently, and he is generous, so he is very enthusiastic about him.

"Lao Zhang." Su Jingxian nodded to the guy to say hello, introduced Chen Bingzhong beside him, and said, "A friend I just met, come here to talk a few words." ”

Lao Zhang has been a waiter in a teahouse for many years, so he is naturally very discerning, and he can see at a glance that Chen Bingzhong, who is standing next to Su Jingxian, is dressed ordinarily, not like a rich and noble person, but there is no trace of expression on his face, and he immediately bows down to Chen Bingzhong and says: "It's no wonder that the magpie is chirping at the door this morning, it turns out that the guest is coming, the guest is coming!" The boss must take care of him in the future. ”

Su Jingxian smiled, knowing that these teahouse guys didn't care when they saw people talking about people and talking about ghosts. However, Chen Bingzhong seems a little restrained, he has rarely been so polite to himself since he lost his family property in gambling a few years ago, and even the boss who sells fine rong downstairs screams 'bad gambling loyalty' when he sees him, and now he is a little unaccustomed to being complimented by Lao Zhang.

After some politeness, Lao Zhang led Su Jingxian and Chen Bingzhong to a window-facing private room on the second floor, and after the two sat down separately, Su Jingxian beckoned to Lao Zhang: "Ten years of Pu'er a pot, dim sum doesn't matter, you just look at a few things." ”

Lao Zhang nodded, exited the door facing the two of them, then gently closed the door, turned his face to the counter downstairs and shouted: "The window private room on the second floor, ten years of Pu'er pot." ”

After shouting, I hurriedly went downstairs to the back kitchen to pick up a few high-quality snacks.

After not much effort, Lao Zhang and another guy knocked on the door, put the teapot and teacups one by one, and put a few snacks and dried fruits on the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Xian, Boss Chen, do you need to call a singer to come up and play the music?" ”

"No, you don't." Su Jingxian shook his head, took out his wallet, took out a hundred Hong Kong dollars, handed it to Lao Zhang, and said with a smile, "All of your singers here are underage, so what's the point of just watching and not eating?" ”

Lao Zhang took the money and smiled so much that his face was wrinkled, and he also knew that Su Jingxian was joking, how could the dozen or so singers in the Lianxiang Tea House be all sisters? But since the other party refused, there was no need to mention it again.

"Okay, then let's go out first, if you have any orders, Brother Xian will call me again."

After Lao Zhang said this, he and another guy left one after another, and in the private room of the teahouse, only Su Jingxian and Chen Bingzhong were left to sit opposite each other.

"Uncle Zhong, please." Su Jingxian made a gesture of invitation to Chen Bingzhong, and after Chen Bingzhong moved the chopsticks, he lifted the chopsticks and put a piece of dace ball in his mouth.

There are a lot of dim sum in Lianxiang Teahouse, Su Jingxian is the best dace ball, and the guy Lao Zhang also figured out his preferences, so there are the most dace balls in a few dim sum.

He ate comfortably, but Chen Bingzhong, who was sitting opposite, felt a little like sitting on pins and needles. Regardless of the fact that the newspaper and periodical industry is ostensibly profitable, but distribution and sales are sluggish, Chen Bingzhong would not have opened a bookstore on the second floor of a low-rent tenement building. His Xuejin Bookstore earns more than 100 yuan a month at most, and if there is any breaking news, maybe he can earn more than 200 yuan that month, and now Su Jingxian's tea and dinner will be worth most of his income for half a month, and at the same time, Chen Bingzhong is even more puzzled by the pain in the flesh, why did Su Jingxian invite him to this meal of tea and rice?

Chen Bingzhong asked himself that when he was the editor-in-chief of Dadi Daily before, his life was indeed moist, and he could be regarded as having eaten and seen. But since the newspaper was closed after the war, and he became addicted to gambling again, his life has been getting worse day by day, and his peers in the newspaper industry have also become estranged.

If he is still the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, it would be forgivable for Su Jingxian to invite him to dinner, but now this young descendant obviously knows that he is down, but he still takes himself to the Lianxiang Teahouse, what is the purpose?

He hid something in his heart, hesitated a little in his hand, and did not send a piece of red bean cake to the mouth for a long time, Su Jingxian put down his chopsticks when he saw this, and asked loudly: "What?" Not to your liking? ”

Chen Bingzhong came back to his senses and hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no!" ”

Su Jingxian smiled, took the teapot and poured two cups of tea, put them in front of Chen Bingzhong and himself, and said casually: "Uncle Zhong must be so strange, I want to invite you here to drink tea?" ”

Chen Bingzhong laughed dryly, took the teacup with both hands, and sighed: "To be honest, I'm a waste now, and I used to say in the bookstore that I knew friends from the newspaper and they were all blowing water......

"Please tea, ten years of YN Pu'er, I heard that it was shipped from the inland, but I don't know if it's true." Su Jingxian smiled slightly, as if he hadn't heard Chen Bingzhong's self-deprecation, and took a sip of the teacup.

Chen Bingzhong's remaining words had not yet come out, and when he saw Su Jingxian picking up the teacup, he had to stop talking and also took a sip of tea, but he was confused in his heart, but he didn't have the heart to savor the quality of this tea, and immediately spoke again after hurriedly putting down the teacup: "Mr. Su, I ......"

Halfway through the conversation, Su Jingxian waved his hand and poured him full of tea, his tone was still unhurried: "Uncle Zhong, please make tea." ”

Interrupted for the second time, Chen Bingzhong was stunned for a moment, looked at the bright red tea soup in the teacup on the table, and then looked up at Su Jingxian, and after a while, he suddenly shook his head and smiled, and took the initiative to take the teacup to greet Su Jingxian: "Mr. Su, please tea." ”

This time, Chen Bingzhong was not as reckless as before, but calmed down and closed his eyes to savor the tea in the cup. He was originally a cultural person, and he also liked the tea ceremony before the decline, but in the past few years, he has been strapped for money, and this hobby has been put on the back burner.

Gently blowing the oil film on the tea soup, the mellow fragrance of Pu'er went straight to the throat along the nostrils, Chen Bingzhong nodded, sipping lightly with the teacup, the charm of the old tea changed from bitter to sweet in the mouth, flowing down the throat to the abdomen, and then I felt a hot breath rising along the lower abdomen, and the limbs were indescribably relaxed and happy, which was the unique taste of the aged tea after being boiled and brewed, Chen Bingzhong is now relaxed, and this feeling is more obvious.

"YN Pu'er, good!" Chen Bingzhong put down the teacup and praised it in his mouth.

Su Jingxian swallowed the snack in his mouth and said, "If you like it, you will have the opportunity to be the editor-in-chief of the newspaper again in the future, and you can come here to drink every day." ”

After hearing this, Chen Bingzhong was even more sure of what he was thinking, he slowly exhaled, the chopsticks paused, and then rested on the edge of the plate, looked at Su Jingxian and said, "Mr. Su, the newspaper industry has no future now. ”

Su Jingxian took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, then pushed the match and cigarette case in front of Chen Bingzhong, and said with a grin: "I was still thinking just now, if you can't figure out why I invited you here in the third cup of tea, I should turn around and leave." ”

"It's been too long without a brain, it's all rusty." Chen Bingzhong laughed at himself and rubbed the cigarette case in his hand.

"And saved." Su Jingxian made a joke, touched his chin and said, "I do want to step on the newspaper industry, I originally wanted to go to the editor-in-chief of big newspapers like Ta Kung Pao and Wen Wei Po to learn from experience, but people are all above the top, and they may not put plainclothes like me in their eyes?" I happened to meet you today, let's talk about it together. ”

Su Jingxian's words are true, although he was promoted to become a plainclothes agent, he only showed his face among ordinary people in Tsim Sha Tsui, and no matter those Chinese businessmen and wealthy people, even some community bosses can shout at him, and his current status is all supported by a gun. The editor-in-chief of a major newspaper such as Ta Kung Pao and Wen Wei Po can even make friends with Hong Kong government officials, and his little plainclothes agent is naturally nothing in the eyes of others.

Although he was already down, hearing Su Jingxian's blunt comparison with the editor-in-chief of a big newspaper, Chen Bingzhong still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Looking at Su Jingxian, who took it for granted, Chen Bingzhong smiled bitterly: "Mr. Su, don't be so straightforward, right?"