The Cold President's Best Master

Just as these white-collar and pink collar workers were amazed, the waiter came over with a cup of coffee just now.

His attitude had suddenly changed from arrogance and rudeness to respect and humility. He bent down, respectfully put the cup of thick coffee on the table and said, "Sir, please take your time! Sir, what else can I do for you?" he also winked at Lu.

Lu Chong almost threw that cup of hot coffee on his face. Madder, an old man, is disgusting!

Those white-collar workers in the coffee shop all paid attention to the thick and dark coffee and talked about it one after another: "this is the dead expensive and rotten Cat Shit coffee. It doesn't look like much!"

"Yes! It looks so dark, not as good as my cappuccino!"

For Lu Chong, the comments of these people are not as good as the noise of flies and the buzzing of mosquitoes. Flies and mosquitoes are noisy. He will clamp them with chopsticks. For these people, he doesn't pay attention to them or put them in his ears.

As if there were no one else, he picked up a spoon and stirred it in the thick coffee.

His movements are rhythmic, like a master playing the violin, elegant and soothing, as if the whole world were in that cup.

With his gentle stirring, one special aroma floated out of the cup, refreshing.

The aroma was very strong. After a while, it filled the whole cafe.

The customers who just ridiculed cat excrement coffee were all attracted by the strong aroma. They all smelled such mellow coffee for the first time in their life. They all raised their noses and kept smelling, as if they were dogs.

These white-collar workers smell the coffee in front of them. They thought it was very fragrant. Now, compared with the aroma of Cat Shit coffee, what the hell is this? There is no aroma of coffee! No wonder they sell so cheap!

Just now, the woman with heavy make-up and colorful looks like a failed woman. Jiao Yan's eyes looked directly at the Cat Shit coffee in front of Lu Chong, with envy in her eyes.

The smooth haired Wang Fuguan saw that his girlfriend wanted to drink Cat Shit coffee very much. Although he thought it was very expensive, he might as well take the 1000 yuan to play with a chick, but if his girlfriend needed it, he had to be satisfied, otherwise he would not be comfortable. He could only say to the waiter, "give us two cups of Cat Shit coffee, too!"

He took out two stacks of money from his wallet and handed it to the waiter.

After handing the money to the waiter, he proudly looked at other white-collar pink collars and found that there was no envy and jealousy in their eyes when they looked at him. He was very lost and suddenly remembered that some things, the first person was a genius, the second person was a mediocre, and the third person was a fool.

He felt as if he were the fool.

Moreover, he also felt that compared with Lu Chonggang's method of showing his deposit with his mobile phone, the way he took out two stacks of cash was not deep at all, but very earthy. He didn't expect to be compared with a dead migrant worker he despised at all!

The waiter soon brought as like as two peas of two cat feces, the same coffee as Lu's just like that.

Strangely, these two cups of coffee don't have the smell just now. They smell no different from ordinary twenty or thirty yuan coffee.

"Is it because there was no stirring?" Wang Fuguan recalled Lu Chonggang's actions and tried to stir cat excrement coffee gracefully and gently.

But no matter how he stirred it, the cup of Cat Shit coffee in front of him was still like an ordinary twenty or thirty yuan coffee, without the strong aroma just now.

Wang Fuguan's face suddenly sank and shouted, "waiter, come here, what's going on? Why doesn't our cat shit coffee have the smell just now?"

The waiter smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, although the cat excrement coffee was pulled down by the civet, it has been processed and has no particularly strong aroma. It is like this!"

Wang Fuguan looked at Lu Chong's cup of coffee, and then at the coffee in front of himself and his girlfriend. He was furious: "what is this! What you brought to the migrant worker has a strong aroma, and there is no aroma for us. You said, did you fool us with more than ten pieces of bad coffee!"

The waiter was very confused and innocent. The original smell of Cat Shit coffee was very weak. If it didn't smell good, it wouldn't smell as strong as Lu Chong. He didn't know how Lu Chong made the aroma. He could only say innocently: "Sir, as like as two peas, you can't treat us differently."

Wang Fuguan was as like as two peas: "farting, how exactly the same, it is so fragrant, and it is not fragrant at all. I want to say a word!" do I take out two million of the deposit slip at once, and you will give me real cat feces coffee?

Just when Wang Fuguan was unreasonably entangled, Lu Chong had finished drinking the cat excrement coffee in the cup, put down the cup and looked at Wang Fuguan disdainfully: "Hey, teach you three idioms, imitate! Learn to walk in Handan! Laugh generously!"

Wang Fuguan glared at Lu Chong: "what do you mean?"

Lu Chong sneered: "there are a lot of coffee bases in this cat shit coffee. Only by putting those bases out can they give off mellow fragrance. Even if you don't know this, you can learn to drink Cat Shit coffee. Isn't it just a mockery? Learning to walk in Handan makes you laugh generously!"

"You!" Wang Fuguan was ashamed and angry. He didn't expect that he was a senior white-collar worker. He drank coffee every day and was reduced to learning to drink coffee with a broken migrant worker hillbilly, and he didn't learn anything. He was ashamed to be lost at home in front of so many white-collar workers in the CBD. What a shame!

At this time, someone clapped at the door of the cafe.

A middle-aged man came in. He was wearing a yellow Tang suit, short and fat. He always had a harmless smile on his face. He suddenly looked like an uncle selling steamed stuffed buns in an alley.

But he was such a nice looking person. When he came in, the originally noisy Cafe suddenly quieted down. In particular, the arrogant and wild Wang Fuguan just now was like a mouse seeing a cat. He was so frightened that he trembled and quickly lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man in Tang costume.

Several waiters in the cafe saw the middle-aged man in Tang costume come in and quickly bowed down and shouted, "boss!"

It turns out that the middle-aged man in Tang costume is the owner of the cafe. No wonder he will decorate the cafe a little like an antique teahouse, giving people a sense of time dislocation.

The cafe owner smiled at Lu Chong: "my shop has been open for six years. Tens of thousands of people have come here to drink coffee, but none of them know coffee. Unexpectedly, I met one today!"

He went directly to Lu Chong, sat opposite him, smiled and asked, "my name is Cheng Sanjiang. I'm the boss of this cafe. I don't know what you call my little brother?"

Cheng Sanjiang always had an approachable smile on his face. He didn't discriminate against Lu Chong because he was ragged, which made Lu Chong feel good.

Lu Chong smiled and said, "my name is Lu Chong!"