"There are only more than 20,000 clouded leopards in Nepal, which are endangered species. They live at the foot of the Himalayas on the Nepal side for many years. In order to resist the severe cold, the fur of the clouded leopard is extremely warm and cold-resistant, and it can also be waterproof. The skin on its lower abdomen is called one of the softest furs in the world. It is usually only used to make luxury goods, such as ladies' handbags worth more than 100,000 yuan per person, or the seat cushions in super luxury cars. For example, a set of sister Yun's sofas may require more than 20 clouded leopards."

Song Baojun talked freely, and the maid brought two cups of tea with a tray. The tea was served in a white porcelain cup, clear and green, and the fragrance was remote and fresh.

"This tea looks pretty good."

Yun Qingni looked at him with a smile, as if she was trying to compare: "How is this tea?"

Song Baojun took a sip and then poured it all over. The hot tea in his mouth was slightly scalded, and it felt slightly astringent. Then a rich fragrance surged into his throat. The tip of his tongue slowly ripped with sweetness, which was very delicious and had endless aftertaste.

"This tea is rare. The specialty stone tea in Turtlejiu County, Guangnan Province grows on the stones of Turtlejiu Mountain, and is only a few hundred acres. It is difficult to plant and collect, so it is not easy to get. It tastes good than traditional famous teas such as Longjing and Biluochun, but its reputation is not obvious and rarely known to the world."

Yun Qingni really widened her eyes: "This Shiba tea was brought to me a few days ago and I realized that there is such a good tea. Mr. Song is really profound."

"I don't know what Sister Yun is asking me for. It's too joking to just call me for a cup of bland tea. As soon as I heard Sister Yun summoned me, I rushed from Chazhou University and went through fire and water. From the morning to now, I have lost dozens of kilograms. Do you think you're cooking pig scalp, eggs and tomatoes and other meals for me?"

Yun Qingni's face turned red and she smiled and said, "No wonder Mr. Song said that, it was because I was rude. Please follow me. Dinner is ready, let's talk while eating."

Passing a corridor full of famous paintings and fakes from around the world, a checkered table in the middle of the neat and clean restaurant is placed with flowers and fruits. A few bright red apples are placed in a clear pure crystal plate, and the delicate roses are blooming.

On the left is a metal candle holder that burns twenty-four candles, divided into five layers. The details of the golden mount box outline the Baroque style patterns. Song Baojun smelled that it was a whale oil candle produced in Norway, and there was almost no smoke smell when it burned.

The warm candlelight reveals an unspeakable magnificence in the warm atmosphere.

A maid stood at the door and bowed to the two of them, Yun Qingni said, "Serve the food."

The maid pulled the chairs for the two of them, put on napkins, and then left in small steps.

Song Baojun couldn't figure out why she suddenly asked her to go to school to invite her to her house for tea and dinner, so she had to sit down as she said, straighten her back, with a serious expression, and pretended to be very gentlemanly.

Sister Yun sat opposite the otakus. In the light shaking candlelight, she saw a layer of yellow dizzy on her face, which was particularly three-dimensional. Her long eyelashes showed a shadow on her face. Her eyes seemed to be gems, and her lips looked even more red and beautiful. She was such a first-class beauty.

"Mr. Song drinks?"

"I am a beer lover." Song Baojun is not very particular about alcohol and does not have the conditions to taste it. According to his personality, as long as he eats and drinks, he can do it.

Yun Qingni smiled and said, "Sorry, there is no beer, why don't you drink the red wine bar. I have a bottle of Languedoc red wine that I have been hiding for 1996 years and has not yet opened."

The ones served were formal French cuisine, first of which was an appetizing dessert, a plate of temptingly colored cream ice cream, decorated with two tender red cherries, which melted in the mouth, sweet but not greasy.

Yun Qingni ordered the maid to bring the wine and said, "The night before yesterday, I listened to Mr. Song's "Requiem" played by Mr. Song in the auditorium of Chazhou University. It was very amazing and made me feel a lot of feelings. I have been feeling uneasy these days, and there is no one to talk to me. The brothers in the company... Uh, colleagues, colleagues and I don't have much common language, so I took the initiative to invite Mr. Song to have a meal and chat. Isn't it strange?"

"As long as you treat me to a meal, you can do it anytime." Song Baojun swallowed the ice cream that was only the size of an egg in half, and added, "It is best to have enough pounds, big fish and meat, so that people can eat enough."

Finally, the maid sent fried foie gras sauce, Bordeaux onion soup, stewed potatoes, mint lamb chops, butter roasted snails, beef stewed with red wine, roasted scallops and other dishes, which promptly relieved Sister Yun's embarrassment.

The 1996 Languedoc red wine was packed in an ice bucket. The dark brown bottles complemented the crystal ice cubes, giving off a hint of white mist, and the appearance was exquisite and beautiful.

The maid poured wine in her goblet and half-beared and left the door.

"Mr. Song, cheers. Thank you for being with me." Yun Qingni raised her glass to invite her.

With a "ding" sound, the cups clinked, and the eldest sister's smile was very warm, like the candlelight.

Song Baojun took a small sip very elegantly, and the wine slid between his teeth and then sent it into his throat. It felt pretty good, and then a voice in his mind started to curse.

"What? Is this wine OK?" Yun Qingni found that the otaku's face was strange.

Song Baojun hesitated and said, "I, I'm not intentionally offending. This wine is not the Languedoc red wine from 1996. It's slightly sour and sweet when it enters the throat, and it's a bit sticky in bitterness. It looks like a wine made from grapes produced in Pingxi Province. The year is probably last September."

Yun Qingni's face darkened.

Song Baojun thought it was broken this time, and it was all because of the literary personality that he had to show off his secrets. He hurriedly said: "This, this packaging is good. Look, the bottle is very beautiful, and the French printed on it is also very standard. Languedouk... Oh, he printed it wrong. French languedoudo was printed in Chinese pinyin langeduoke. I said why does it feel weird..."

Yun Qingni's fingers trembled, her face looked extremely ugly, as if someone had been applying ink on her face. She picked up the phone and dialed it out, and said coldly: "Scar Six, what happened to the bottle of wine your aunt's classmate's niece gave me last week?"

There were only Song and Yun in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was elegant and quiet. They sat face to face. Song Baojun could hear clearly the answer from the other side of the phone.

"No, nothing, sister, what's wrong?" The other party's voice was a little panicked.

Yun Qingni said: "Your niece said that she brought me a bottle of 800 euros of wine when she came back from France. She didn't expect that she would get fake products from Pingxi Province. Haha, your niece begged me for services like this?"

The man hurriedly said, "Sister, no, no, no, I really don't know. She dares to fool you, I must teach her a lesson!"

Yun Qingni said lightly: "No need, I will ask Xiaoshan to investigate the matter about your niece lied to me, and I hope you won't get involved."

"Big, sister, I'm wrong. Then, that woman dares to do such a scandal that both humans and gods are angry. I, I slap her to death! I, I will send you a hundred bottles of French wine tomorrow."

"I only like to drink beer." Yun Qingni hung up the phone and found that Song Baojun was stunned at him, and couldn't help but chuckled: "I'm so embarrassed to make Mr. Song laugh. That was my colleague, who was reckless in doing things, and he was deliberately joking with him."

Song Baojun put a whole piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it, and pretended to ask inadvertently: "What does the eldest sister's company do?"

Yun Qingni returned to calmness and tranquility: "Import and export trade, small business. Thousands of people are messy, and I don't know much about management, and I often make jokes. The method of relieving anxiety that Mr. Song said last time was very effective. I tried it for about ten days and it felt really good. This is also one of the main reasons why I want to chat with Mr. Song."

Song Baojun carefully observed the emotions reflected by the other party's expression and said carefully: "But it seems that the problem has not been solved yet, right?"

"Yes, I still feel a lot of worries, I feel uneasy, I often can't sleep well, and I always have nightmares. Mr. Song, you are an expert, what should I do?"

Song Baojun swept all the food on the table and lit a cigarette and said, "This is very simple. The pressure comes from the external environment. Your company is not well managed, the squeeze of competitors, and the many problems of colleagues have accumulated a lot of pressure for a long time. As long as the company is managed well and the business is booming, your problem will naturally be solved."

"It's that simple?"

"But IMHO, you don't like to manage this company." Song Baojun's second finger was holding a cigarette butt and gestured, trying to express his meaning: "You don't like this kind of life in your subconscious mind, so you resist it, but this company is your hard work that cannot be ignored, and it has inconsistent conflicts, which leads to many difficulties now."

Yun Qingni snatched her hair, her expression was not very natural: "Mr. Song is indeed well-known. He can see the core of the problem at a glance. The company's affairs are my biggest crux of the moment."

"You are just escaping the fact that you are inferior." Song Baojun took a sip of cigarettes, looked at the other person with a bright look, and said, "It's like a high school student encountering a complex problem when doing homework. He can't solve it and doesn't want to pay attention to it, but the problem is there that makes him bored. Over time, he simply hated the entire subject of mathematics. In fact, it's just because he is clumsy, lazy, and weak in perseverance. People often have an escape mentality for problems that they cannot solve."

The example of Song Baojun's metaphor hit the nail on the head, Yun Qingni blushed and said slightly crampedly: "Okay, I'm too inferior."

Song Baojun wiped his lips with a napkin very elegantly, saying: "Suffering and torture are always the most important part of life, and they cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided. At the same time, pain and torture are the driving force of human evolution. Even the big man at the top of the pyramid has his own troubles. If you don't want to manage the company, then you will face new difficult choices."

Yun Qingni still felt that his theory was too obscure and looked at him in a daze.

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~(To be continued.)
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