low-key warlock

Such books, even ordinary college students and many so-called white-collar elites, can hardly calm down and study them, let alone let a person who has not received cultural education read them.

And Zhao Shangang, usually want to eat these books?

For someone who doesn't understand his character, he would definitely think that this underworld leader who only knows how to fight fiercely, piled up these books in his office, they are just archways used to frame himself, can he read them?I am afraid that the words and sentences in it cannot be read completely, let alone learn the knowledge in it.

Even Su Chunfeng, who knew Zhao Shangang's habits, couldn't believe it: "Shan Gang, do you read these books?"

"I didn't go to school, but now I have the conditions but I don't have the opportunity to go to school anymore, so I have to read more in my spare time." Zhao Shangang rarely showed a look of embarrassment, and said: "Actually, I don't know myself. What books should I read? These are all recommended by my younger brother and Teacher Qian Ming. Moreover, as Teacher Qian Ming said just now, without his help, there are many words and sentences in it that I can’t understand..."

"I feel, is it useful?" Su Chunfeng asked seriously.

"Well...it's hard to say." Zhao Shangang smiled and said: "But at least, when we meet people outside, we can say a few words with cultural meaning more or less like a gourd. It's a good face, and I don't want people to keep saying that we are an uneducated old man, and there is no harm in living and learning."

Qian Ming couldn't help laughing and said: "A few days ago, Mr. Zhao met a foreigner when he went to the provincial capital, Chunfeng, guess what happened?"

"how?"

"Mr. Zhao took the initiative to chat with people in English. The two had a good conversation. Mr. Zhao also invited people to dinner and left each other business cards, saying that they would keep in touch in the future..."

Su Chunfeng couldn't help giving a thumbs up and praised: "Shan Gang, you can do it."

"Don't listen to him." Zhao Shangang said cheerfully, "The foreigner is German, and his English is half a knife... At that time, I happened to take Teacher Qian with me. At first, I felt that my English was good. As a result, Teacher Qian told me afterwards that the foreigner's English is not very good, and he can barely communicate."

"That's not easy." Su Chunfeng praised.

"Yes." Qian Mingdao: "It's only been a short time since I learned it, and I can communicate with people in English. To be honest, although I am an English teacher in high school, I have never communicated with foreigners in English, so I don't know I can guarantee that I can speak naturally and fluently in that situation."

As soon as we talked here, Zhao Shangang's cell phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone to check the caller ID, and said with a smile, "That kid Zhichao is calling." While talking, he pressed the answer button and attached it to his ear, and after a few words, he agreed, "It's just that Chunfeng I'm here, we'll go there in a while..." Putting the phone into his pocket, Zhao Shangang smiled and said, "Chunfeng, do you have time?"

"how?"

"Zhichao invites us to drink tea."

"Isn't this nonsense, when did he have this taste?" Su Chunfeng got up with a smile and said, "Let's go, go to his company?"

"Teahouse." Zhao Shangang laughed loudly, and called Qian Ming to go with him. He walked out with his arms around Su Chunfeng's shoulders, and said, "You have really wronged Zhichao. The first thing about drinking tea is my pig's nose with green onions. Pretending to be like, I went alone a few times, but I just wanted to pretend to be elegant, oh, it’s just like you said to play with taste. Later, I felt that drinking tea in the teahouse was really good, so I would occasionally take my brothers there to sit and drink Serve two pots of tea."

Su Chunfeng asked: "What's a good idea?"

"I can't tell, haha!"

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There are many people drinking tea in the north, but few people drink tea in teahouses.So these days in most cities in the north, especially in some second- and third-tier cities, it is difficult to find a teahouse where you can sit down and enjoy tea in a leisurely way. The so-called tea houses and tea shops only sell all kinds of tea. , that's all.

Coincidentally, there is a teahouse in Pingyang City.

The name is very vulgar, Jinming Tea House. It is located on the trade road near the North Ring Road. It is a two-story building. The building area is not small. The decoration is quite antique, with blue bricks and red tiles, cornices and tassels, painted dark red wooden windows.Inside the teahouse, there are also classical wooden tables and chairs, with dark wooden floors, and even the indoor stairs are made of wood.It is conceivable that the owner who opened this teahouse must have put a lot of thought into this aspect, and probably also wanted to turn the teahouse into an antique and high-consumption place dedicated to satisfying the spiritual pursuit of the rich.But it's a pity... This teahouse was in dismal business, so the owner had to rent it out at a low price to a retired professor from the provincial capital university. Sell ​​tea.

The business situation is still not very good, barely able to dawdle.

The teahouse is not far from Shangang Earthwork Engineering Co., Ltd., only 300 meters away, so the three of them didn't drive, but walked over there talking and laughing.

Li Zhichao drove the car and had already waited for them in the private room on the second floor.

Through the wooden windows of the private room, one can see the rippling lake in Beiyuan Park behind the building, and the weeping willows beside the lake that have not yet faded and are still full of greenness.

"Zhichao, your taste is getting better and better..." Su Chunfeng joked as soon as he opened the curtain and entered the door.

"Hey!" Li Zhichao got up quickly and said in surprise: "Isn't this a talented person who studied in Beijing University, the eldest son of Mr. Su's family of Wantong Logistics, what gust of wind brought you here? It's a pleasure to meet you... Wait After a while I took a closer look, looking at this suit and leather shoes, I thought brother Shan Gang invited some big star to the teahouse for tea, can you sign it for us?"

Su Chunfeng laughed and scolded: "Get out!"

"You don't call me when you come back, you're so mean!" Li Zhichao blamed.

"I just came back this morning, okay?"

Zhao Shangang smiled and asked: "Zhichao, what you mean by this is that you blame Chunfeng for going to me first after returning from the capital, and not you first, right?"

"Yes, mine is not, fine a cup!" Li Zhichao laughed, waved his hand and said: "Boss, serve us tea, the old rules... Biluochun!"

A faint response came from downstairs outside: "Wait!"

It was past ten o'clock in the morning.

The teahouse, which is not in good business condition, is deserted.

There are only guests in this elegant room—the frequent customers of Jinming Teahouse.

Maybe it's because the teahouse is not well managed and there is no high income. The old professor Feng Pingyao, who retired from the provincial university and stayed at home, took the teahouse as a daily pastime. Together with his wife, he was both the boss and the assistant. It is reluctant to hire one or two service staff who make tea and pour water.

After a while, Old Professor Feng, who was thin and not tall, came in with tea in his dark exercise uniform.

On the dark brown wooden Eight Immortals table, there is a ready-made white glazed ceramic tea set, an induction cooker for boiling water, and a bucket of mineral water beside the window. These are very common things, but nothing special.

Old Professor Feng boiled water and made tea...

The process is still very ordinary, nothing special.

It's just that the indescribable temperament exuded by the silver-haired old professor Feng makes people calm down for no reason. Watching him do these things meticulously and meticulously, smelling the curling steam gradually pervades The elegant tea fragrance in the room gave rise to a feeling of being in a pavilion by a secluded lake among the green mountains and green waters, and there was such a secluded celestial being who brewed a pot of tea for them.

After a pot of tea was brewed, Old Professor Feng said in a calm tone with no expression on his face, "You can make three brews, and then change the tea leaves. Just call me when the time comes."

"Hey, Mr. Feng, you are busy." Zhao Shangang stood up respectfully and said.

Old Professor Feng was not too polite, he seemed to be taken for granted by Zhao Shangang's respectful attitude, he nodded slightly, turned around and walked out, but when he turned around, he glanced at Su Chunfeng intentionally or unintentionally, his seemingly cloudy eyes There was a flash of light in his eyes, he stopped and smiled and said, "Are you Su Chunfeng from Pingyang City who was admitted to Beijing University?"

"You are old, do you recognize me?" Su Chunfeng was surprised, and stood up with a slightly respectful look.

On the way before coming here, he heard Zhao Shangang deliberately tell about that the owner of the teahouse used to be a professor at the provincial university, and Zhao Shangang respected this kind of learned old man very much.Similarly, Su Chunfeng also respects this old man who did not pay attention when he entered the teahouse just now, not only because the other party used to be a professor, nor because the other party is old, but because of the old man's temperament The aura makes Su Chunfeng, a sorcerer with a very high level of mental state, very clear that this is an old man with profound knowledge in Chinese culture, a man of great Confucianism, and a person of high morals and prestige in life. Reasonable, awe-inspiring righteousness in the heart, burst out with the outside.

"Your friend has a loud voice. I heard him reveal your identity just now when I was downstairs." Feng Pingyao said flatly: "It is a blessing to be able to study in Peking University, and you are the pride of our Pingyang. You need to know how to apply what you have learned, and learn what you have learned for good... In your capacity, it is better to have less contact with friends like Mr. Zhao. In addition, since you are talented and talented, in the future, whether you are a scholar, an official, or a businessman, you will be able to rely on With what you have learned at Peking University, you can show your ambitions, as for heresy things, there is no need to practice, and it is not beneficial."

Su Chunfeng's heart trembled, and he bowed and said, "Thank you for your teaching, old man."

Feng Pingyao stepped out, as if he hadn't said anything.

"This old man is really weird. He doesn't look like a boss or a clerk!" Li Zhichao muttered with displeasure on his face, "No wonder his shop is always deserted and there are no customers. Even if there are customers, he will be driven away by his attitude." I ran away, thanks to Brother Shan Gang, who is brave and not as knowledgeable as this old man... If it wasn’t for Brother Shan Gang, you are willing to come here to drink tea, and this is the only teahouse in Pingyang City, so I wouldn’t come here.”

Zhao Shangang didn't care much about what Feng Pingyao said just now, he smiled and said: "Those who are capable are qualified to teach others. The old professor is a gentleman, and he is probably used to educating people in this life."

Su Chunfeng nodded and said, "Shan Gang, this old gentleman has prejudice against you, why do you still like to come here?"

"Have some literary spirit!" Zhao Shangang said very vulgarly.

Su Chunfeng couldn't help laughing, but he knew in his heart that Zhao Shangang's casual joke, maybe he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't know, in fact, he was right - often drinking Feng Pingyao The tea made by a well-educated and Confucian gentleman can definitely get the so-called "cultural atmosphere".Moreover, Su Chunfeng is more aware that just now Feng Pingyao advised him that it is not necessary to practice heresy things, and it is not beneficial. In fact, the meaning is not to warn him not to follow people like Zhao Shangang to learn the skills and ways of life of the underworld, but... Feng Pingyao Get to know him and learn the technique!

There are techniques.

There is a door.

Literary has literary reason, has literary spirit.

The truth of knowing things!

The awe-inspiring righteousness conveyed by the text!

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