Chapter Twenty: The Best Tea is Like a Beautiful Woman

  The tea house on the third floor of Hua Yu has a very elegant name: "Qin Yuan Chun". It is also extremely classical.

  At this moment, Ma Pei and Wang Yang sat down in one of the elegant seats. The tea servant respectfully presented the tea menu. Ma Pei took it over and handed it to Wang Yang: "Ladies first, Mr. Wang, please feel free to order any tea you like, don't be polite."

  Wang Yang smiled slyly: "Of course, I won't save you money." He took over the tea menu but didn't open it to look. Instead, he turned to the tea servant and said with a smile: "Jingzi, do you have any 'Da Hong Pao' from the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain's Jiulong Cave? If you do, bring us a pot of that. Don't worry, this brother has plenty of money, he can afford it."

  One sentence made Ma Pei and Cha Tong both laugh, Cha Tong said: "Miss, you're joking, right? That kind of tea leaves, one kilogram costs several hundred thousand yuan. Not to mention that we can't afford it, even if we could, who would we sell it to? After all, customers with your high taste are rare. I've been doing this for many years, and you're the first customer to ask about it."

  That Wang Yang didn't even look at Ma Pei, and the tea boy was amused again: "Alright, handsome, you might as well say I'm a freak. Are you tired of speaking in circles? Since there's none, let's just have two cups of 'Junshan Silver Needle' then. I'm telling you, handsome, you've helped your boss save some money, after all, it's rare to see a Mr. Big Shot like the gentleman sitting across from me."

  The tea boy suppressed a smile and bowed slightly before turning around and leaving.

  Ma Pei also laughed: "I said beauty, don't bring you this kind of thing, isn't this scolding a bald donkey in front of a monk?"

  "Misconception," Wang Yang shook his head with a smile, "this isn't 'cursing the monk in front of the Buddha', this is called 'eating and drinking without gratitude'!"

  Ma Pei, since birth, who has seen him not being polite and courteous? When was he ever teased by a beauty with such clever words? At this time, his interest was greatly aroused, and he didn't mind the rudeness of Wang Yang towards him. He smiled and said: "Eating turtle and drinking turtle without thanking the turtle, just speak directly, is it tiring to talk in circles? Today, I'm in a good mood, so I won't mind your previous rudeness."

  Wang Yang smiled: "That's what you said, it has nothing to do with me. Tsk tsk, I've never heard anyone scold themselves as a turtle before. But come to think of it, it can't be considered scolding either? As the saying goes, 'thousand-year-old tortoise, ten-thousand-year-old turtle', isn't that referring to longevity? However, Director Ma, if you have looks, skills, and money, and on top of that, you also have longevity, then that would truly be a life without regrets."

  These two people, one is a master of social interaction and the other is an iron-tongued journalist who can bring dead men to life with his words. For a moment, they chatted and laughed together, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

  "Come on, let's get down to business," Ma Pei said with a smile. "I don't have that much time, so just ask your questions directly. You've got twenty minutes."

  Wang Yang was taken aback: "Huh? I don't have any questions to ask you. Didn't we say that I came today because of the consumer complaint, but it's already been resolved?"

  Ma Pei smiled and said: "Really nothing? Well, we'll just drink tea and chat, no talking about work-related things."

  Wang Yang smiled awkwardly: "How did you know I wanted to interview you?"

  Ma Peixiao: "Wang journalist's big name, I've long been familiar with it. Just a small CAE for a set of clothes, how could it be worth Wang journalist's personal trouble? I would guess that one of the main reasons Wang journalist wants to interview me is that I know you're not just a reporter for 'Consumer Guide', but also a special correspondent for 'China Finance' magazine. The magazine has come to me twice to schedule an interview, but at that time I was very busy and had to run around outside all day, so I rejected them both. Wang journalist made such a big fuss, how could it be just for a set of clothes? Am I right, Wang?"

  Wang Yang gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Legendary Ma Pei, you're not covered!" He chuckled and continued, "I'm here to interview you, but I didn't prepare any questions or outlines. I'm not interested in writing about things that are already thought out. Besides, your business legends have been written about by all the major magazines, there's nothing new to say. I just want to chat with you casually, anything goes. As for the commotion earlier, to be honest, it was just a momentary impulse, no malice or special thoughts behind it. The root cause of that commotion was when I went to the company's front desk to request an appointment and was told I had to book a week in advance. I didn't have the patience to wait that long for you."

  At this time, the tea boy presented the tea and prepared to start. Wang Yang smiled at the tea boy and said: "Okay, put down the teapot, I'll do it myself."

  The tea boy nodded and put down his things, bowed slightly, and left.

  Two delicate transparent glass cups had been pre-dried and each placed a small pinch of bright yellow tea leaves covered with fine hairs all over, it was obvious that they were high-quality Junshan Yinzhen tea.

  Wang Yang's slender hand gently lifted the teapot, and he used his hand to test the water temperature from the outside of the teapot. Satisfied, he nodded and smiled at Ma Pei: "The best Junshan Yinzhen is brewed with clear mountain spring water, unfortunately they don't have it here, so we'll just have to make do. If I get the chance, I'll brew some for you with spring water."

  Ma Pei listened with great interest as Wang Yang spoke: "When brewing Yunnan Silver Needle tea, first wipe the cup dry to prevent the tea buds from absorbing water and not being able to stand upright; use 70-degree boiling water, pouring quickly at first then slowing down, stopping when it's about half full. The goal is to make the tea buds moist. A little later, pour again until it's seven or eight-tenths full, then cover with a glass lid. Only after about five minutes can you drink."

  As she spoke, she put on the glass cover and looked up to see Ma Pei's focused gaze. She smiled slightly, looking a bit shy, but her strong personality made her ask: "What are you staring at me like that for?"

  Ma Pei smiled slightly: "I was watching you show tea and thought of a poem."

  Looking at Ma Pei's expression, it was clear that he wouldn't say anything pleasant. However, the reporter's occupational disease made her curious: "Oh? What is it? Is it related to tea?"

  He nodded: "Of course, it's related to tea and also related to you." He smiled at her again, slowly and ambiguously reciting: "Immortal mountain spiritual rain wets the clouds, washing away the fragrance of skin and powder not yet applied; The bright moon comes to cast a reflection on Jade Brook, clear wind blows open the Wulin Spring; To know that jade snow has a good heart, it's not just a new face with oily makeup; I playfully composed this little poem for you to smile at, as always, fine tea is like a fine woman."