Zhonghai City.

After Chen Mo came back, he called Zeng Qiufang and asked her to help contact the bosses of the construction companies, saying that he had found a project that could be done for them.

Zeng Qiufang naturally agreed readily and made an appointment to meet at a place called Taifeng Teahouse.

Taifeng Teahouse is right outside the ancient town, a three-story antique building that looks very stylish.

When Chen Mo entered the teahouse, there was immediately a teenager wearing the clothes of an ancient waiter, a white towel on his shoulders, and a long-mouthed copper pot in his hand, and he brought Chen Mo to a small table.

Chen Mo looked at the time. It was a while before the five o'clock agreed with Zeng Qiufang, so he decided to just have a tea here.

I ordered a pot of top-quality Wuyishan Dahongpao, which costs 1,888 yuan per pot. It seemed to be the most expensive in the store. Chen Mo slowly tasted tea alone and looked at the scenery outside the window.

After a while, the young man who poured the tea brought Chen Mo a portion of dried fruit and a snack, saying that this was given.

After Chen Mo said thanking, he took out more than a dozen hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them over: "Tip!"

The waiter was shocked at first sight. It was rare to order a pot of top-quality tea worth 1,888 yuan. Unexpectedly, this young customer was so generous. He gave a tip of more than 1,000 yuan, which was worth his half-month salary.

The young man immediately thanked Chen Mo Qianen with a grateful look on his face!

Just as he was leaving with the money, the guest at the next table spoke, "Hey, hey, waiter, why don't you give him food?"

The person who spoke was a man in his forties, with a fat figure, a big face and a thick neck, like a big winter melon.

Opposite him was a thin man with a dark spot on his face. He was not young anymore, but his figure was a little thin, which gave people a sarcastic feeling.

There was a pot of light green tea on the table of the two. In the transparent glass teapot, the tips of light green shoots floated in the water. It seemed that green tea such as Longjing or Biluochun should be.

After hearing his words, the waiter turned around and said politely: "Sorry, the boss, our store stipulates that only by ordering the most expensive tea that costs 1,888 yuan per pot can you give snacks and dried fruits! You ordered 88, so there is nothing to give!"

When Da Donggua heard this, she was immediately dissatisfied and said, "If you spend less money, you are not your customer. I often come to your store. I have come more often than a poor man who only comes once, so I will call your boss and I want to tell him!"

"That's right, a little boy is treated better than us. How did you open this store?" The man with dark spots on his face also said angrily.

When the waiter got angry, he was a little frightened. They just did things according to the regulations in the teahouse, and they would not have thought that this would offend the customers.

Moreover, judging from the arrogant look of the customer, it seemed that he knew the boss. The waiter had no choice but to nod apologetically and said, "Okay, the two bosses wait a moment, I'll go find our boss now."

As he said that, the waiter turned and left.

Chen Mo was sitting drinking tea while sitting a little angry. It was such a big deal. He could get caught in the shooting if he came to drink tea. What luck would he be?

Chen Mo glanced at the big winter melon and said angrily: "What does it have to do with you when I drink my tea? What do you compare with me?"

When Da Donggua heard that Chen Mo dared to contradict him, she immediately said, "Boy, what did you say? Even if I dared to mess with me, don't want to mess with me, right? What's wrong with me? Do you think you can show off in front of me with two small money?"

"What's wrong with me showing off even if I have money? If you don't agree, you can show off even if you don't agree. I'm more expensive to drink tea than yours. I give you more tips than you. Why don't you agree?" Chen Mo said to him disdainfully.

Da Donggua became angry when she heard this and cursed: "Fuck, you still dare to pretend to be rich in front of me. Do you know who I am? I am the manager of Zhonghai Lin's Mineral Water Factory. I can earn thousands of yuan in a minute, but can't afford a pot of good tea?"

After saying that, he took out two vouchers from the briefcase he carried with him, then lit a fire in the sandalwood burner on the table, and then lit a cigarette for himself.

After spitting a circle, Da Donggua looked at Chen Mo proudly and said, "Do you know what this is? The investment coupon I just exchanged from the bank is 100 yuan per piece. It will appreciate a lot in two years when I hold it in my hand. I just use two cigarettes. Can you do it?"

The guy with dark spots on his face next to him complimented: "Manager Ma, you are a person with status and wealthy like this. He is just a little slut with a few thousand yuan to show off. How can he compete with you?"

At this moment, the waiter from the teahouse came back, and an old man with sparse hair was following him. He looked like he was in his sixties.

The old man came to the table of the big winter melon and immediately smiled and said, "Oh, isn't this Manager Ma of Lin's Mineral Water Plant? What wind has blown you. Go to my small teahouse to have tea. The radiant radiance is shining, welcome!"

When Da Donggua saw the boss coming out, she looked arrogant and said with a big mouth: "Welcome? I don't look like it, right? The waiter in your store said that I consume less, and said that I am not qualified enough, so I don't deserve to eat the dried snacks and fruits that I give you?"

"What's this?" The old man pretended to be angry and said to the waiter: "Why don't you go and give Manager Ma a copy? I've neglected my customers and see if I won't deduct your salary!"

Hearing this, the waiter had to turn around and leave immediately to prepare the things.

When Manager Da Donggua Ma saw that the boss was very complimenting to him, he nodded with satisfaction, "You are better off doing things, I will take care of your business in the future."

The old man immediately smiled and nodded, and said politely: "Thank you, Manager Ma."

In fact, he had already started to curse in his heart: this fat idiot, who is like a winter melon, orders the cheapest tea every time he comes, and even pretends to be very rich. It's so disgusting.

However, he is a businessman and opens the door to welcome guests. Everyone is polite and respectful, but he can't show it when he thinks about it.

When Manager Ma saw that the snacks and dried fruits were quickly served on the table, he was very satisfied and said to the teahouse owner: "The boy opposite actually pretended to be a rich man in front of me. I look very annoying. Drive him out!"

"this……"

The teahouse owner looked at Chen Mo and then Manager Ma, saying, "You are all guests who come to drink tea. It's a bit difficult for me to drive the guests out, right? They also spent money to spend money, so I'm afraid I can't do that."

"He spends a few," said Manager Ma angrily: "I have a few small money to show off. His **silk style, he ordered a pot of 1888 tea and gave a tip of more than 1,000 yuan. I have seen a lot of kids like him. After drinking the tea later, I'm afraid he doesn't even have to take a taxi, and maybe he has to take the bus home. He dares to pretend that he has money in front of me. Okay, don't you rush me!"
Chapter completed!