Tung Lai Teahouse in Mongkok.

This is an old-fashioned teahouse with Xiangjiang characteristics.

The style of the teahouse is very classical, giving people a feeling of old age, but more of an antique flavor. Inside the teahouse, above the eaves, there are exquisite bird cages hanging, and various birds are chirping and chirping non-stop.

The guests in the teahouse were almost all middle-aged and elderly people, not even a young person could be seen. They were chatting around the table, or gossiping around the bird cage, and from time to time they laughed heartily.

, their sunset life was quite happy.

With a young man's appearance and a tall and burly figure, Yaoyang strode into the teahouse, looking a little out of place.

Many teahouse guests glanced at him unconsciously, seeming a little confused. It was strange that such a young man would come here to drink tea.

Yaoyang has always ignored the gazes of others. Director Stanley's experience in the past few months has made him very adaptable to living under many gazes.

Of course, the eyes may not be good or evil.

"It's a rare guest. He just moved to the neighborhood. What do you want to eat?"

Just as Yaoyang randomly found an unoccupied table and sat down, a man in his fifties and wearing a suit and leather shoes came over and greeted him warmly.

"Are you the boss?"

Yaoyang was a little surprised. Maybe he didn't expect that the boss here would be dressed like this. It didn't match the style of the store at all.

"Yes, people here call me Uncle Feng, or Fourth Brother."

The man in the suit responded politely, with a smile on his face, which was very impressive.

"Fourth brother? Are you worthy?"

Yaoyang's first impression of men was not a good one, because Si reminded Jiang Zhen of his mentor Long Si.

Fourth Brother was the title Long Si used to call him when he was in the world, and outsiders simply didn't deserve it.

“Secret barbecued pork, sauce-flavored pork ribs!”

Of course, Yaoyang didn't show any inappropriate behavior on the surface. He looked at the menu and ordered whatever he wanted.

However, the meaning of "rejecting people thousands of miles away" is obvious, and it is obvious that he has no intention of talking to Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng understood the situation, agreed, and left immediately.

Yayixie sat alone in his seat and looked at his watch. It was only 7:50 in the morning, and today was also Saturday, the day he had made an appointment to recruit Wenji.

wait!

Yaoyang sat quietly. In such a classic teahouse, he felt like he had returned to the days when he practiced martial arts hard in his previous life.

Regarding the memory of "Yao Yang", when he was practicing Jeet Kune Do hard, after his morning exercise every day, his favorite thing was to drink a bowl of hot soy milk and chat with some old people in a classic teahouse like this one.

That’s also helpless!

Lei Yaoyang is insane and is incompatible with the world of young people, so he can't talk to him at all. On the contrary, he is an old man and can have a few words with him.

In order to prevent himself from becoming taciturn, Yaoyang chose such a teahouse at that time to find someone to chat with.

Jiang Zhen didn't have any special intention in inviting Wenji here. He just passed by this place when he was shopping not long ago and took note of the name of this teahouse. He thought it was very good.

When I was on the phone with the operator, she just said it casually.

"Guest, what you asked for is here." Soon, the boss, Uncle Feng, came briskly carrying two plates and a steamer.

"Well? It doesn't seem like I ordered this, right?"

Yaoyang just took a look and found that there was one more dish.

"Guest, we rarely have strangers come to drink tea here. They are all old neighbors. It's rare to see new people. I'll treat you to this basket of shrimp dumplings. The shrimp dumplings we have here have been made for hundreds of years and are very famous."

Uncle Feng does have the appearance of a well-rounded businessman, smiling and talking.

"Shrimp dumplings, okay, thank you."

Yaoyang said politely and immediately started to use his chopsticks.

"Guest, call me if you need anything!"

He left at the right time and did not choose to chat with the guests while they were eating.

To be honest, the craftsmanship in this restaurant is really good. Yaoyang kept using his chopsticks and finished the three dishes in a short time.

At this time, I raised my hand to look at my watch again. It was already half past eight, which was already past the agreed eight o'clock.

"What does this mean? Could it be that Zhao Wenji can't come?" Eight-thirty, nine o'clock, nine-thirty... Time passed by, and many of the guests in the teahouse had left, but Zhao Wenji never showed up.

Yaoyang had already asked the boss to remove three dishes on the table at this moment, and put on a pot of tea, which he tasted slowly, not in a hurry, not in any hurry.

But I was already prepared in my heart whether to trick him or not.

Maybe it's because Jian Yaoyang is so special. Although he is young, he is as calm as an old man.

Uncle Feng came over again at this time, stood opposite Yaoyang with curiosity, and said:

"Guest, do you mind if I sit here?" "This is your shop. If you like, you can sit wherever you want!"

Yaoyang smiled slightly, indicating that he was casual.

I never expected to hear this sentence, but Uncle Feng disagreed a little and said seriously:

"If a guest sits in this seat, then it belongs to the guest within a certain period of time. Even the host cannot sit down at will without permission."

Well……

Yaoyang was stunned and looked at Boss Feng carefully, feeling that he was a bit too rigid.

Looking around this time, Yaoyang discovered that Boss Feng had a heroic face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was about 1.75 meters tall and stood upright, as if he was a soldier.

Wearing a black suit, he took care of it meticulously. It was obvious that he was a very structured person.

The most important thing is that Yaoyang also noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Boss Feng's right hand. It was very stiff and he didn't seem to be able to move freely.

"What? Is there something wrong with me that scared the guests?"

Boss Feng didn't mind being looked at by Yaoyang, but he was curious.

"If you want to scare me, I'm afraid no one in Xiangjiang can do it. Let's sit down and talk."

Yaoyang was slightly interested in this boss Feng, since the person he had to wait for hadn't shown up yet, so he just wanted to chat.

"oh?"

Boss Feng sat down, his expression became more curious, and asked:

"What kind of business does the guest do, and he speaks so loudly?"

"It doesn't really matter which line of work you do, what matters is whether the person has the ability! Uncle Feng, what do you think?"

Yaoyang did not respond directly, because he had a vague feeling that the boss Feng opposite him was not simple and did not look like an ordinary teahouse owner.

"You're right. A hero doesn't care where he comes from, so what he does doesn't matter."

Boss Feng nodded in agreement and asked, "Is the guest waiting for someone?"

"How did Boss Feng figure it out?"

This time, it was Yaoyang who was interested. After all, Yaoyang had not shown any impatience since he entered the teahouse. After sitting alone for so long, most people would not be able to tell what he wanted to do.

"Since the guest came in, he checked his watch five times in a row."

The boss explained.

"oh?"

Yaoyang's eagle-eyed micro-microphone became even more curious about Boss Feng and said:

"I'm afraid the average teahouse owner doesn't have such good eyesight and leisure, right?

"Didn't the guest say it before? What matters is not what you do, but what you have the ability to do. I, Feng Si, have no ability in my life, but my eyes are quite commendable."

Boss Feng smiled slightly and straightened his suit gracefully, as if he was very concerned about his appearance.

"What about the hand?"

Yaoyang communicates with simple words and deep words, testing the way.

"Is this hand the guest is talking about?" Uncle Feng raised his right hand. Yaoyang looked at it more carefully this time. The appearance of his hand was no different from that of ordinary people, but it was indeed very stiff. In other words, this hand was either sick or

There are injuries.

Nodding, Boss Jiang indicated that it was a good idea and said:

"If it's inconvenient for Boss Feng, you don't have to say anything!"

"It's just small talk, there's nothing we can't talk about." Boss Feng was very free and easy, and said without any embarrassment:

"When I was young, I was not very capable and was disabled. I lost my hands to eat, so I fell in love with eye training."

Just when Boss Feng and Yaoyang were having a good chat, suddenly, there was a loud noise at the door of the teahouse.

Click...chi...

It seemed like the sound of something hard falling to the ground was accompanied by the sound of the car's brake pads being violently worn.

Cough cough cough…
To be continued...