Chapter 45: Heaven Has Eyes (Additional Chapter Seeking Recommendation Votes)

  He looks like he's around 40 years old, and appears very steady and composed. His casual attire makes him look particularly elegant, giving off an air of refinement.

  "Hello, the Tianyan Antique Shop is about to open. Is there anything I can help you with?" Looking at this person, he doesn't seem like those who buy high imitation tourist souvenirs. Although the shop hasn't opened yet, Zhao Long won't push customers out of the door. This is quite different from saying "we're not open yet" to customers, with a completely different meaning.

  Doing business is like this, can't just sit and wait for opportunities to come knocking, must be good at grasping and striving, opportunities are always given to those who are prepared.

  As for Tianyan Antique Shop, it was Zhao Longqi's name, and he was having Fatty go handle various certificates.

  "Oh... Tianyan... " The elegant middle-aged man looked at the small room with a playful expression, and said with empty shelves: "The place is not big, but the tone is not small."

  "Haha……" Zhao Long also smiled and said: "It depends on how you understand it. If you interpret it as 'the heavens have eyes, do business with a clear conscience', then this is a very humble name for my store."

  The reason why the store name is Tianyan is that there is the existence of Lao Shi, and to make money, one still has to rely on Lao Shi. Another point is what Zhao Long said, he saved people with his arm cut off, and finally reborn after cutting off his arm, although there are many problems, it can be said that heaven has eyes, so the store name is Tianyan Antique Shop.

  "Hmm." The elegant middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction: "That's a good explanation. A person must have a reverent heart, and first of all, they must be able to face their own conscience, regardless of whether there are ghosts or gods in this world."

  "Yes." Zhao Long also replied, and asked at the same time: "I haven't had a chance to ask your surname yet, are you here in Haicheng Cultural Relics Street for tourism or looking to buy something?"

  "Having a surname and a name is the greatest wish and effort of the older generation." The elegant middle-aged man had already looked around the small shop while talking to Zhao Long, his eyes smiling at him.

  "Peace, what a good name, if you were the President of the United Nations, there would definitely be world peace." It wasn't a guess or an inquiry, but rather a statement made with great certainty. Zhao Long was also curious, wondering what this person named Peace had come to do here and why he was playing guessing games with him. From his accent, it didn't sound like he was from around here, and he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving either.

  Although it was strange, Zhao Long had experienced everything, and since he didn't seem to want to leave, he simply made a please gesture.

  "You've come from afar as a guest, let's not stand here and chat, please come inside."

  Peace is also very unexpected, because Zhao Long's maturity makes him very unexpected. Looking at Zhao Long's age, compared to those newly graduated college students, it's not much older, but his attitude towards people and things is gentle and intelligent, with a kind of magnanimity. Now it seems that even if this small shop were ten times bigger, he would still be able to handle it.

  It's rare to find young people who are as steady, sociable and adaptable as you. Although our conversation was casual, there were also some subtle jabs, which is the second time in so many years that I've met someone who can hold their own against me at such a young age.

  The tea set and tea leaves were not top-notch, but they were also not cheap. As he entered, He Ping had yet to reveal his intentions, so Zhao Long suppressed the urge to ask questions and began brewing tea for him instead. He treated him as if he were a distinguished guest, and Zhao Long happened to know a thing or two about brewing tea.

  But as soon as he picked up the tea leaves, Lao Shi's voice echoed in his mind: "Are you brewing hay? How embarrassing! You call this brewing tea? Why don't you just swallow the tea leaves directly and then pour a pot of hot water down?"

  Lao Shi often said that martial arts is the great way, and everything else is a small way. However, over such a long time, Zhao Long had discovered that Lao Shi had forgotten many important things about this great way of martial arts. He only remembered his own ideas and plans, but had either never learned or already forgotten other things.

  It's ironic that he remembers the trivial and useless things he said about himself so clearly, to the point of being hateful. Previously it was antiques, now even brewing tea he has an opinion on.

  "If you have something to say, then say it. If you don't say anything, I'll just do my own thing. Anyway, if someone asks later why the technology is so bad, I'll just say that's what my master taught me." To avoid saying more unnecessary things, Zhao Long continued speaking while using his tools to take out the tea leaves.

  "The most important thing in the Way of Tea is to cultivate a state of mind, and to merge your body and mind. If you can understand some of the wooden energy now, that would be best. Nourish with the wooden energy, and directly boil water with the fire energy. Alright, alright...". Old Shi suddenly discovered that Zhao Long had continued on his own actions, and hastily said: "To put it simply, even if you're not good at it, you must control the amount of tea leaves, as well as the water temperature, and accurately grasp the flow of water and its interaction with the tea leaves. Listen to me, I'll teach you how to do it."

  He started by calmly watching Zhao Long, not hurrying to ask his intentions. He then poured himself a cup of Gongfu tea and couldn't help but admire it in his heart. However, upon observing Zhao Long's movements, although they seemed practiced, he clearly wasn't the kind of person who truly understood the art of tea. He had merely learned some superficial techniques and possessed only a few so-called "frames".

  In addition to the tea being ordinary, his mindset and state of mind were not bad. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly discovered that Zhao Long had put the freshly picked tea leaves back. At the same time, he wet a towel, wiped his hands, and quickly rubbed them together. The wiped hands gradually dried without using any towels. Then, he directly reached out and grabbed some tea leaves, which were much less than before, but looked very surprising in He Ping's eyes.

  Heart said, how could he be so precise, soon Zhao Long started boiling water and brewing tea. His movements were neither fast nor slow, gradually giving off a sense of being in the zone, each movement gave people a comfortable feeling. This feeling had not been experienced for a long time, when Zhao Long handed the tea to He Ping's face, He Ping finally came back to his senses.

  Cha San Kou's tea was a product that He Ping had some understanding of, although in his eyes it was just ordinary. However, when he really drank it, it made He Ping involuntarily close his eyes and savor the flavor carefully.

  "Good... good..." He Ping continued to praise: "I really didn't expect that such an ordinary tea could be brewed to have this kind of flavor, it's truly impressive. In all these years of drinking tea, except for at my father-in-law's place where I once had the pleasure of tasting such a skillfully brewed tea, I've never encountered anyone who can brew tea to such a level."

  "I myself was trying it for the first time, and it really felt different from what Zhao Huazi casually brewed with a tea cup yesterday. After brewing the tea, I felt much more comfortable in my heart and also became more spirited." Zhao Long himself was drinking and sighing in his heart.

  He Ping slowly got up and suddenly bowed at a 90-degree angle.

  "Whoa!" He Ping suddenly came out with this, the impact completely not under that fat guy's sultry remarks that made people spit water, Zhao Long couldn't help but continue to savor, busy drinking a mouthful of tea.

  "Hey, Mr. He, what's going on? The tea can't be that good, no need to get so excited." Zhao Long naturally knew that He Ping wouldn't get worked up over something like drinking tea, but as he stood up and helped He Ping up, he said with a half-joking tone.

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