Chapter 1337: Can Only Endure

After a few minutes of buffering, Fan Jie's face softened quite a bit.

But thinking of being forced to eat shit with his head pressed down, that kind of humiliation and disgust made him even angrier.

"I was urinating in the restroom, and then someone came and stood beside me. Without any warning, he grabbed my hair and slammed it against the wall; I was stunned instantly, and my vision went black.

Immediately after, he dragged me to the side and pressed my head into the cesspit. He even said something like, this is the capital, and he wanted to let me know the rules here, even if I were..."

Speaking of this, Fan Jie suddenly closed his mouth, squinting his eyes and secretly looking at Fan Zhenyu.

"Keep talking!" What kind of person was Fan Zhenyu? He had become a spirit; he definitely knew there was no good talk below.

"He said..." Fan Jie paused deliberately: "Even if I were the grandson of that old fart Fan Zhenyu, in the capital, I could only be like a maggot, wriggling in a cesspit."

After speaking, this guy observed Fan Zhenyu's face again, but couldn't see anything, which made him very disappointed.

"Alright!" Fan Zhenyu waved his hand: "You go out; stay at home for these two days, don't go out and wander around."

No matter how unruly Fan Jie was, he didn't dare not listen to the old man's words.

"My big brother..."

"You don't need to worry about this." Fan Zhenyu snorted coldly: "Just manage yourself."

Fan Jie muttered something and turned to leave the study. Returning to his room, he couldn't sleep no matter what.

After all, he had slept for more than an hour in the sauna and tossed and turned for so long, how could he sleep?

Fan Zhenyu picked up his teacup, and just as he was about to drink, the telephone bell on the desk rang.

"Ding-ling..."

Fan Zhenyu picked up the phone, and Fan Liangjun's voice came from the receiver.

"Dad, Ganzhou is almost emptied; in less than two days, the special investigation team will definitely arrive at the province."

A creaking sound came from Fan Zhenyu's hand holding the phone, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

"Look at the situation first; notify me if there is any progress at any time."

"Alright!" Fan Liangjun agreed: "Are we really going to abandon Wang Hongmin?"

Fan Zhenyu slowly closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly, his eyes cold, without any emotional fluctuation.

"There must be someone to come out and take responsibility; either him or you."

It took a while for Fan Liangjun to say: "I know."

"Dududu..."

Fan Zhenyu listened to the busy signal from the receiver and slowly put down the phone.

A murderous aura suddenly erupted from him, and the coldness in his eyes became even thicker.

"Today's hatred, sooner or later I will settle with you one by one."

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Old Tea House, looking at the name, many people think this is a tea house with at least decades of history.

In fact, Old Tea House has only been open for less than half a year. But because of its luxurious decoration and authentic tea products, it has become famous.

It wasn't even nine o'clock in the morning, and Wang Shengfu's car stopped on the side of the road outside Old Tea House.

At the main entrance of the tea house, a young lady with a beautiful face, a tall figure, and wearing a cheongsam.

Seeing Wang Shengfu walking over, she placed her hands on her abdomen and bent down slightly.

"Welcome."

Seeing the cheongsam girl greeting, Wang Shengfu's eyes lit up, and a lewd look flashed.

But it is said that the boss of Old Tea House has a very hard background, so Wang Shengfu could only suppress the restlessness in his heart.

He came today for serious business, so he couldn't cause extra trouble.

Wang Shengfu smiled and nodded, walked into the door, and there was a booth inside.

But this booth wasn't for drinking tea, but for reception.

When business activities of enterprises and institutions come to book, they are received here.

At this time, another girl with a tall figure, outstanding appearance, and wearing a cheongsam walked over from inside.

"Sir, how many of you?"

Wang Shengfu's eyeballs turned around the girl again: "Two."

The girl turned her body sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "Sir, please!"

Wang Shengfu walked forward, and the girl followed half a step behind.

There is no such thing as morning tea in the capital, but it's not even nine o'clock yet, and there are quite a few guests inside.

"Sir, you sit here."

"Okay!" Wang Shengfu sat down: "What kind of tea do you have here?"

The girl put the tea card on the table, and Wang Shengfu opened the first page, his eyes instantly straight.

This was his first time coming here; he heard that the tea here was very expensive, but 680 a pot still gave him a shock.

Good heavens, this is equivalent to a month and a half's salary for an ordinary worker.

Actually, don't mention 680, even 6800 he could afford to drink.

But he doesn't drink tea, so he feels that a few tea leaves plus a pot of boiling water selling for 680 is simply robbery.

If it weren't for the guest he invited liking to drink tea, and this place being chosen by the other party, he would definitely have gotten up and left.

In his view, it's better to buy two bottles of good wine to drink with this money and find a place to get two small dishes and drink to his heart's content.

When he continued to flip back, he knew that 680 a pot of tea wasn't the most expensive.

There was actually 1180 a pot, some Mengding tea.

And the cheapest was West Lake Longjing, 240 a pot.

"Waiter, why is this Mengding tea so expensive?"

Since he was treating guests and had important matters to discuss, no matter what he thought in his heart, he definitely had to order a pot of the best tea.

The waiter smiled and said: "The poem 'Knowing the sound of the zither, only the clear water; the old friend in the tea is Mengshan' is a classic poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, which refers to Mengding tea.

Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been famous as a tribute tea, and the verse 'Yangzi River heart water, Mengshan top tea' has been sung for thousands of years. Tracing the history of Mengding Mountain tea, it began in the Western Han Dynasty, more than two thousand years ago.

In 53 BC, the local herbalist Wu Lizhen discovered the medicinal function of wild tea on Mengding Mountain, so he transplanted and planted seven tea trees on a concave ground between the five peaks of Mengding Mountain.

The Qing Dynasty's "Records of Mingshan County" records that these seven tea trees have not withered or grown for two thousand years, and their tea leaves are thin and long, sweet and clear, yellow and green, and the fragrant clouds cover the cup, condensing and not dispersing.

The seven tea trees planted by Wu Lizhen were called "fairy tea" by later generations, and he was the first person in the world to plant and domesticate tea leaves, known as the "Tea Ancestor" by later generations.

Starting from the first year of Tianbao of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Mengding tea was listed as a special tribute tea, exclusively for the Emperor to sacrifice to heaven and earth, ancestral temples, and for drinking. Until the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, it lasted for more than a thousand years, generation after generation.

And the carrier of Mengding Mountain tea—Mengding Mountain, is famous alongside Mount Emei and Mount Qingcheng and is known as the three famous mountains in Shu, and is the birthplace of world tea culture."

Wang Shengfu listened, dumbfounded; a tea leaf could actually say so many things.

The waiter still had a smile on her face: "Our tea house's Mengding tea comes from the seven tea trees transplanted by the Tea Ancestor that year, so the price is very expensive."

Wang Shengfu shook his head slightly; he didn't understand tea, but listening to it, it was indeed very high-end.