Chapter 2460: Man Man Laoyezi Tea House

Qing Tea House, a long-established shop said to have a history of seventy or eighty years, sells not only tea but also some delicate small snacks. The main body of customers coming here are ordinary citizens, the remnants of the Qing Dynasty, and elderly people, so it is known as the Man Man Laoyezi Tea House.

During the ten years that cannot be spoken of, the tea house was forced to close, and it reopened in 1982. However, there were fewer regular customers, and some familiar faces never appeared again.

Next to Qing Tea House, there is another tea house called Chunming House. Different from Qing Tea House, Chunming House mainly features black and white melon seeds, rose dates, and small candied fruits on the table, and there are some simple books and periodicals inside.

The history of Chunming House is about the same as that of Qing Tea House, and the main guests coming here are teachers, white-collar workers, and businessmen. From two or three o'clock every afternoon, these people would tuck leather bags under their arms, smoke cigarettes, and come here to drink tea and chat.

By four or five o'clock in the afternoon, it is the peak of customer flow, and teachers and white-collar workers from enterprises and institutions who get off work would walk into the tea house one after another. Drinking tea, chatting, commenting on current events, and at the same time giving Chunming House the nickname of Son Tea House.

At the end of the 1970s, another tea house called Bosixin was opened next to Chunming House. Everyone couldn't understand what this name meant. Besides selling tea, Bosixin had nothing else—no table snacks, no small snacks.

Instead, there were more drinks like lemonade, orange soda, ice cream, ham bread, etc., and most of the people who came here were trendy young people and students.

The topics they talked about were breakdancing, movies, and anecdotes about movie stars. For this reason, Bosixin also prepared some literary magazines and newspapers such as People's Literature and Reader's Digest for these trendy young people, and people very naturally gave Bosixin the nickname of Grandson Tea House.

These three tea houses coexist peacefully. Whether they are grandfathers, sons, or grandsons, guests will consciously find their own seats. Occasionally, there would be sons or grandsons who want to be fathers or grandfathers for once and walk into Qing Tea House.

Zhou Andong's car stopped on the side of the road about a hundred meters away from the tea house, and then he put on a peaked cap and flat glasses, walking toward the tea house leisurely.

This is the time to get off work, and there are figures of people rushing on bicycles everywhere on the street, like a group of birds returning to their nests, noisy and orderly shuttling through the bustling crowd. The crisp and pleasant bells of the cars echoed one after another, like a cheerful and pleasant symphony, echoing in the air with bursts of laughter.

Zhou Andong enjoyed this feeling very much, so he walked very slowly, taking a full ten minutes to walk the distance of a hundred meters. When he arrived at the entrance of Qing Tea House, he looked up at the plaque hanging above the main gate.

"Young man!" An old man wearing a horse jacket with gray hair but a ruddy face walked behind him, tilted his head and looked at Zhou Andong: "Are you going to the tea house to drink tea?"

Zhou Andong looked at the old man and nodded: "Yes!"

The old man pointed to Chunming House next to him: "You should go to Chunming House."

"Why?" Zhou Andong raised his eyebrows: "Qing Tea House won't let me in?"

"No!" The old man said with a smile: "Those who come to Qing Tea House to drink tea are all old guys like me, while Chunming House is where you young people like to gather."

Zhou Andong was enlightened, and then he also laughed: "I heard that Qing Tea House is called Man Man Laoyezi Tea House, right?"

The old man was stunned, and then laughed out loud: "So, you kid want to go in and be a grandfather for once."

Zhou Andong also laughed: "Who would want to be a son if they could be a grandfather?"

"Hmm!" The old man nodded very approvingly: "When I was young, I often followed my elders to Qing Tea House. I didn't go to the side because I didn't want to be a son either."

"Old man, meeting is fate." Zhou Andong made a gesture of invitation: "You go first, I'll treat you to tea in a moment."

"Okay!" The old man was not polite, reached out and pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhou Andong followed him into the tea house. At this time, the customers had already reached eighty percent, most of whom were elderly people. Of course, young people could also be seen, estimated to be those who didn't want to be sons or grandsons.

"Old man!" Zhou Andong said: "I have an appointment with someone upstairs. I'll go up and take a look first. After I finish talking, I'll come down and treat you to tea."

"You go ahead and be busy!" The old man waved his hand casually: "I'm at table sixteen. If you have time to treat me to tea, I'll treat you to pastries. The candied fruits here are very good; I've eaten them for half my life and haven't had enough. You can also taste them."

"No problem!" Zhou Andong responded, stepped toward the stairs, and then stepped on the wooden steps, which made a slight creaking sound, which also proved that these stairs were also quite old.

Arriving at the second floor, they were all private rooms. Zhou Andong glanced at them, walked forward, and then stood in front of the eighth private room, raised his hand and knocked, and then the door was pulled open from the inside, and a man appeared in front of him.

This man was not tall, his hair was combed meticulously, and he was about fifty years old. While Zhou Andong was examining him, he was also examining Zhou Andong.

"Uncle Ma, hello!" Zhou Andong smiled and shook hands with Ma Minyuan.

Zhou Andong's call of "Uncle" stunned Ma Minyuan, and then Ma Minyuan laughed: "Andong, please come in."

Zhou Andong and Ma Ma Xiaotong were business partners, and their relationship was also very good. Calling Ma Minyuan "Uncle" invisibly pulled the relationship between the two much closer.

Zhou Andong sat down: "Uncle Ma, I, as a junior, have always wanted to find a time to visit you. But I have never been able to find the time, so please don't blame me."

"Although this is our first meeting, my ears are almost calloused from hearing your name." Ma Minyuan said with a smile: "Except for the news, it's Ma Xiaotong. As long as she chats with me about company matters, the frequency of your name appearing is very high."

Zhou Andong picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of Ma Minyuan, then poured himself a cup of tea: "Ma Xiaotong's management ability is very strong. If it weren't for her, Future Culture wouldn't have reached its current scale."

Ma Minyuan waved his hand, with an expression that was hard to describe: "I know my daughter; she still has ability, but it's unrealistic to say how strong it is. The reason Future Culture has its current scale is mainly because you are at the helm behind the scenes."

Zhou Andong chatted with Ma Minyuan for about an hour, and then Ma Minyuan left, leaving Zhou Andong with a kraft paper file bag. He opened it and looked at it. With these things, if he followed the normal procedure, there was no possibility of toppling Cao Peng and Sun Zhenghua. However, these were completely enough in Zhou Andong's hands.

Zhou Andong looked at the time; it was already past seven o'clock, and it was still early. He took the file and went downstairs, then found table sixteen, where five people were sitting in total. What Zhou Andong didn't expect was that there was actually an old acquaintance. ===== CHAPTER 2461 =====