Chapter 404: Han Team, You've Changed

"Where did you buy this tea? How much per jin? I'll buy some later."

Han Fei finished speaking and continued to sip the tea; he was already completely immersed in the tea aroma.

A moment later, the small cup of tea in Han Fei's hand was finished.

But Xu Mo hadn't told him where the tea was bought.

Xu Mo took out a jar of tea leaves and pushed it in front of Han Fei.

"This tea... is not easy to get; if you like it, I'll just give you a jar."

Upon hearing that, Han Fei immediately felt a bit annoyed.

What does "not easy to get" mean? Does it mean I can't find it or can't afford it?

Although in terms of assets he can't compare to Xu Mo, Han Fei's income isn't low either; can he still not afford a bit of tea?

Look down on whom? Huh?

Han Fei frowned, pushed the jar of tea that Xu Mo had handed over back, and said, "Who asked you to give me one? What do you mean, you think I can't afford this tea? Tell me where you bought it, how much per jin; after work today I'll go buy a few jin. What I hate most is your Newly Rich attitude."

At the end, he didn't forget to add another sentence.

"Isn't it just Da Hong Pao? No matter how pricey, the only Da Hong Pao I can't afford is the one from those Mother Tree Da Hong Pao on Wu Yi Shan; the rest is just casual consumption."

A man can't be looked down upon! It's a matter of pride!

How much could this jar of tea be worth?

He's a big tough guy; can he even demand this hand‑out tea?

Xu Mo's expression was a bit awkward.

"This is picked from those Mother Trees on Wu Yi Shan..."

I had intended to give Han Fei a jar directly, precisely because this tea is truly hard to obtain; it's almost unavailable on the market. The remaining authentic Wu Yi Shan Mother Tree Da Hong Pao is held by tea connoisseurs and doesn't part easily. In plain terms, even with money you can't buy it—price without market.

"Don't joke... the Mother Tree Da Hong Pao has been extinct for ages; you can get it? Stop kidding," Han Fei said subconsciously.

He thought Xu Mo was teasing him.

But after closely observing Xu Mo's expression, Han Fei felt that Xu Mo didn't seem to be joking... his expression was very serious.

He sniffed the tea aroma in the room, then smacked his lips and savored it.

Han Fei couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He had tasted many teas, both good and bad; the tea Xu Mo brewed could outclass every tea he had ever drunk, both in aroma and flavor.

Perhaps this really is Wu Yi Shan Mother Tree Da Hong Pao...

After all, aside from this tea that exists only in "legend", there shouldn't be many teas that can comprehensively outclass others.

Looking at the tea on the table, Han Fei asked trembling, "You're not kidding, right? Is this Wu Yi Shan Mother Tree Da Hong Pao?"

Xu Mo nodded, "Hmm, not kidding!"

Han Fei: "w(?? Д??)w???"

Although he hadn't tasted this tea before, Han Fei had heard of it.

There are only six Wu Yi Shan Mother Tree Da Hong Pao trees, with an annual yield of less than one jin.

Moreover, because harvesting was prohibited long ago, its price has skyrocketed; the most recent auction, just now, sold twenty grams for a sky‑high 208,000.

Doing the math, over ten thousand per gram, a jin costs more than five million; even gold, famed for its high price, is a mere junior to it.

And that auction price is only a reference, since the last auction was over a decade ago; back then a gram fetched ten thousand, now it must be higher. Not just ten thousand per gram— thirty to fifty thousand is possible.

Moreover, even if you spend money now you might still not obtain the leaves; even if you have the cash, you need someone willing to sell—it's a treasure with price but no market.

Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help but look at the handful of leaves floating in the teapot Xu Mo used.

That must be several grams... even at the old auction rate of ten thousand per gram, this pot of tea would be worth several tens of thousands.

Then the cup I just drank... must be at least a few thousand yuan!?

As for the price of the jar Xu Mo just pushed over, Han Fei didn't even dare to imagine—how the hell much could it be?

He definitely can't afford this tea; even if he could, he has no way to purchase it.

Had he known the jar was so expensive, why push it back earlier? He could've just slipped it into his pocket!

tnnd, miscalculated!

If heaven gave him another chance, he would definitely say those three words: Thank you!

Han Fei, the person involved, says he's very regretful, extremely regretful, his gut is green with remorse!

"What did you just say?" Han Fei suddenly asked.

Xu Mo let out a "Hmm?" sound, a bit puzzled.

He then recalled what he had just said.

"I just said: Hmm, not kidding!"

"Not that one, the previous line."

"The previous line? The previous line is: This is picked from those Mother Trees on Wu Yi Shan..."

"Not that either, the line before!"

"The line before that is: This tea isn't easy to get; if you like it, I'll just give you a jar."

The next second, Han Fei, as fast as lightning before a bell could even ring, grabbed the jar of tea on the table.

"Alright! Since we're comrades I won't be polite! I've taken the tea! You go ahead with your work!"

Xu Mo: "???"

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei was already holding the jar and ran out of the office.

His "escape" speed was so fast that Xu Mo could barely see a afterimage.

That's absurd!

What about that earlier momentum? Gone!?

Xu Mo gave a helpless smile. "Han Team, you've changed."

Of course, Xu Mo isn't feeling sorry for that jar of tea.

The system rewarded him with 100 kg of tea leaves yesterday; that's the two‑hundred‑year tea yield of six Mother Trees of big red robe tea. He can't even finish it himself, so sending out a jar is nothing.

Feeling sorry? No such thing!

Just then, the office door was pushed open again.

The one who pushed the door was still Han Fei.

Han Fei stuck his head out, speaking solemnly: "Don't forget what I just told you. This afternoon a few comrades from the neighboring district bureau are coming here to learn from us; you'll accompany me to host them."

"I've got it noted," Xu Mo nodded.

"Mm," Han Fei's tone turned perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened: "Just remember, and later it'll mainly be you. You have to be responsible for explaining your case‑solving approach to those comrades who came to learn."

Xu Mo's case‑solving deeds have already spread through the Police's system, and local officers in Yangcheng are especially familiar with the name Xu Mo.

The head of the neighboring district Police Station also wanted to give his officers some further training, which is why they came to seek Xu Mo's instruction.