Early in the morning, on a street somewhere in Myanmar, the road surface was still a little slippery. That's because it rained for a day yesterday. A man dressed in traditional Burmese costume walked from near and far, and finally came to a tea room that had just opened.

The owner of this tea room may not have slept well last night and has two dark circles under his eyes. When I saw a guest come in, I yawned and asked what I needed.

The man ordered a cup of tea and two small snacks, and then took advantage of the fact that the owner of the tea hall turned around to make tea, looked around carefully, and then found a seat and sat down very casually. This seems to be a very random seat, but in fact, not only does it not attract attention, but you can observe the whole tea room. And it's not too far from the door, so if you encounter any emergencies, you can quickly escape the scene.

After a while, the teahouse owner slowly put the things the man ordered in front of him. The man picked up the teacup made of glass, took a small sip, and shook his head slightly after putting the teacup down.

When the owner of the tea hall saw the man's move, he walked over with a smile. "Looks like you're not a local, are you from China?"

The man smiled noncommittally.

The owner of the teahouse then asked, "Are you here for tourism, or are you here for business?" ”

The man did not answer, but raised his hand to signal the teahouse owner to look back. It turned out that another guest walked into the tea room, and the boss turned around and was busy greeting the guests. And the man picked up the teacup again, took a small sip gently, and sighed in his heart, "Hey, it's a strange smell in your mouth, how can it compare to the tip of the white horse hair in your hometown?" ”

This White Horse Maojian Tea is produced in the branch of Baima Mountain in the Xuefeng Mountains, where it meets the golden well on the bank of the Yunxi River, hence the name. This tea is one of the famous teas produced in Hunan, China. After brewing, the aroma is light and elegant, and the fragrance is long-lasting; Looking at it, the soup color is clear and bright; Taste it, the taste is rich and mellow, and it is sweet and sweet.

And this Burmese tea is either added with juice and condensed milk to make it sweet. Either add soybean flour, minced onion, pine, salt, etc. It is spicy, astringent, fishy, sweet and salty. Of course, it can't be said that it is bad, because if it is really bad, why do Burmese people drink it deliciously. So, I can only blame myself for not getting used to it!

The man finished the snack, but there was still half a cup of tea left. After paying the money, he left the teahouse and swayed down the street. He carried a handbag with him, and looked left and right to look like a tourist.

Eventually, he turned into a small inn. This inn doesn't seem to be doing well, and it's deserted. The only person who looked like a boss sat at the front desk, but his eyes were glued to the computer screen under the desktop, and he didn't notice that anyone had come in.

The man patted the table lightly and asked with a smile, "Boss, is there still a room?" ”

The boss-like man was still staring at the computer screen, not even glancing at the man next to him, and then returned coldly: "No." ”

The man tilted his head with some curiosity, as if to see what had caused the innkeeper to lose interest in making money. I saw the picture on the computer screen under the table, which was enough to make every man squirt blood. The man smiled and shook his head, then asked, "So is the basement full?" ”

After hearing this, the innkeeper raised his head suddenly, shot two rays of light from his eyes, looked the man in front of him up and down, and then said faintly: "I don't have a single room in this basement." ”

"Oh, it's okay, I can share it with someone else."

"Then you come with me." With that, the innkeeper led the man to the door of a room, and then reached for a bunch of keys from his waist. Pick one of them and put it in the keyhole, twist it a few times, and open the door. When the two entered, the innkeeper immediately closed the curtains, then removed the cushions from the bed, and removed the bed boards, revealing a one-meter-square hole underneath. At this time, the innkeeper put on a deferential look and said to the man: "Gray pigeon, Brother Yanjiang, they are already waiting below, you should also hurry down, the junior brothers are responsible for keeping guard above." ”

This man was none other than Ouyang Hui.

This small inn was formerly a secret liaison point under Berven's staff, and was under Iwaie's sole responsibility. Having negotiated with intermediaries, Berwen summoned meetings of his important men, and even used it to execute an undercover agent here.

Ouyang Hui used his handbag to pat the head of the person who had been pretending to be the innkeeper lightly. "Don't always look at the useless things, keep an eye on the movement around the point."

"Don't worry, Gray Pigeon, nothing has happened here! Of course, this is all the credit of Big Brother Iwae. Brother Yanjiang is careful, and he has always done things without leakage! ”

"Well, that's true. But it's always good to be cautious when you sail a ship of 10,000 years! Besides, Sister Mu's gang is not vegetarian either. ”

"It's the gray pigeon, I see."

"Hmm." Ouyang Hui turned around and came to the edge of the cave and jumped down neatly. Below this is a short hallway, and at the end of the hallway there is a security door. Ouyang Hui knocked on the door five times, three slow and two urgent. After that, someone inside opened the door, and Ouyang Hui flashed and walked in.

Seeing Ouyang Hui coming, several people sitting inside stood up unconsciously. "It's okay, it's okay, let's all sit down."

As soon as Ouyang Hui sat down, Yan Jiang handed him a cup of tea. "I know you're not used to Burmese tea, so I'll give you a taste of this."

Ouyang Hui picked up the teacup and saw that the tea soup in the cup was clear. And wisps of elegant fragrance, with the rising mist directly refreshed the heart and spleen. After taking a gentle sip, Ouyang Hui asked, "Is this ...... Is it a hair tip? ”

"That's right, it's Xinyang Maojian. Although it is not the tip of the white horse hair in your hometown, it is more than it is in comparison! ”

"Yes, it's good tea!"

"No matter how good the tea is, it is not as good as the wine!"

Hearing this, Mengzi joked to Ah Kuan on the side: "Yes, it would be better if I found you two more girls." ”

"It's still a fierce man, you know me!"

"Cut, just your hobby, it's almost well-known. It is said that this wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, and the color is a steel knife that scrapes bones, so I advise you to take it a little more leisurely. Learn from the gray pigeon and the big brother Iwajiang, drink tea or something. ”

"Isn't it okay to drink tea and not die? Qin Shi Huang pursued immortality all his life, and in the end, didn't he also stand upright. So it's better to eat and drink while you can eat and drink, and wait until the day you die, which can be regarded as worthy of yourself. ”