Wan Feng held the tea cup in his hand and looked at the tea liquid in the cup.

The tea liquid is light yellow and exudes a refreshing fragrance, and the room is filled with fragrance.

Obviously this is good tea, otherwise the Han Guang family would not have mysteriously dragged him here.

It's a pity that Wan Feng really doesn't have any research on tea ceremony. Even if it's not as stupid as a cow chewing peonies, it's not far from that state.

"Third brother, what kind of tea is this? It smells really good, like a lover's hands."

"Good tea! It's more than a hundred pounds per pound."

More than a hundred pounds per pound? One dollar per tael, how dare you call this good tea?

You want to say that one hundred taels or more is just fine. What's going on with this one pound?

"No! It's one tael more than a hundred." Han Guangjia felt that he had made a mistake and quickly corrected it.

This is almost the same, the difference is just one word, and the realm is as different as clouds and mud.

Green lanterns illuminate the windows, setting up tea to listen to the snow falling.

Wan Feng recalled a poem written by an unknown ancient for no apparent reason.

There are green lanterns, windows, and tea, but where is the snow?

Where is the snow coming from now in July? There is the sound of rain hitting the screen window outside.

it's raining outside.

The green lanterns and windows, setting up a cup of tea and listening to the sound of rain, are in line with the current artistic conception.

Wan Feng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. This was exactly like Han Guang's family, that's how he drank.

Unexpectedly, this guy from Han Guang's family actually walked in front of me while drinking tea. It's hard to say what kind of taste he could taste. At least he looked like he could see the mountains in a small way.

According to Wan Feng's habit, he has long been bored, but now being led by Han Guang's family is so awkward.

Watching Han Guangjia drinking tea with his eyes closed, Wan Feng was very unhappy. If you just drink it in one gulp, it would be over. What does it mean when the tea liquid is rolling in your mouth?

"Third brother! Do you think this tea liquid looks like urine? What would it feel like to hold a mouthful of urine in your mouth?"

"Pfft!" Han Guangjia spit out the tea he was tasting in his mouth, and then coughed violently several times.

That’s right! I’ll let you pretend again!

Wan Feng felt secretly happy.

"I will never drink tea with you again." Han Guangjia said fiercely.

"Hahaha! After all these years, you still don't know what my virtues are when drinking tea, and you still pretend to be cool in front of me. If I'm not disgusted, who are you?"

"If I want to drink tea with you again from now on, I'll be like Bang Chui. You kid doesn't smoke or drink. Why did I hang out with you in the first place?"

"Third brother! Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Han Guangjia shook his head: "I forgot."

"Ah! You can forget this? I remember it clearly. It was getting dark that day. I came back from other places and hired a tricycle. You were standing there like a stupid pillar at the Erdao Bridge. Maybe

Thinking about life."

As soon as Wan Feng said this, the Han Guang family remembered.

The first time I met this guy, I went to a small shop to have a drink, and then this guy lectured his nephew Damu Mu.

"When you said it, I really remembered it, as if it was yesterday." Han Guangjia had a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Yes! How many years have passed in the blink of an eye, seven or eight years, right?"

Han Guangjia nodded.

"Do you want to do something else? I'm looking for a franchise factory now."

The Han Guang family shook their heads: "Pull them down, now I'm still worried about my people. There are more than a dozen people getting married this year, and I haven't figured out where to live."

"Is it a problem if you don't have a house to live in? Build it! You invest in building some residential buildings and sell them to them at cost price. I can cover this. I know the cost. The cost of a building with one square meter is more than 120 square meters now.

Their houses only cost 18,000 yuan, and these people only need to tighten their belts and save it in two or three years."

"But where should we build it? We don't seem to have much space left in Jiangwei."

"There is still a piece of land in Dongshan Community. It is estimated that a community can be built. The savings will probably be expanded to Liu Tun or Huang Hui."

"It seems that this is the only way. I have to find a way to help these people solve their housing problem."

Han Guang's family has no intention of expanding his business territory, at least he is now earning millions a year.

But Yang Jianguo, Han Meng, and Zhao Gang have nothing now. Although they work as senior instructors in security companies, their annual salary is only RMB 80,000.

If Wan Feng didn't go out and wander around, their source of income would be this little money.

They are now approaching their forties, so it's time to arrange a way for them to get money.

Wan Feng plans to talk to Yang Jianguo and the others tomorrow and help them set up a small business that can generate hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

Luan Feng's birthday party finally came to an end at ten o'clock. Zhang Xuan and Liang Hongying helped Luan Feng carefully down from the second floor, one on the left and the other on the right.

Judging from Luan Feng's rosy face, this guy had a pretty good birthday this year.

Wan Feng took Luan Feng's arm from Liang Hongying and helped her go out and get into the car.

"Ah! I had so much fun tonight. If you hadn't held me back all the time, I would have had even more fun."

Wan Feng drove, while Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan sat in the back seat chattering.

"And you said! Don't you know what's going on? You're still jumping around like everyone else. If something happens to you while jumping, let's see if he beats you to death."

"No! He won't fight."

"I'm going to keep you here to look good!" Wan Feng said fiercely from the front.

She really jumped and fell, and she couldn't be beaten to death!

"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup and calculate your due date."

"Is it okay not to go?" Luan Feng pouted and muttered. She really didn't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

"No! This has to go."

This woman doesn’t even like to go for prenatal check-ups, so this is a light punishment.

Early the next morning, Wan Feng called Zhao Gang.

Yang Jianguo and Han Meng are now in Heihe, and he is the only one at home.

Zhao Gang drove Wan Feng, Luan Feng, and Zhang Xuan to the county hospital for examination, which lasted all morning.

Luan Feng is in good health and her expected delivery date is from the end of August to September.

On the way home after the inspection, Wan Feng and Zhao Gang, who were sitting in the passenger seat, had a conversation.

"Brother Zhao! Are you thirty-nine this year?"

"thirty eight."

"No, we met in 1994, and you were already in your thirties then."

"That's nonsense. That's Brother Yang. I was only twenty-nine that year, and Brother Yang and Han Meng were both thirty."

"Then I misremembered. You are already forty now. I thought about it yesterday and planned to let the three of you start a business together to earn some pension money."

"Opening a business? None of the three of us seem to be good at it."

"If you are not good at it, just produce the product and sell it to me. It doesn't require any innate IQ for such a simple thing."

Logically speaking, the three of them should have done it long ago, but they were unwilling.

It's no longer possible if you don't want to now. They are getting older and the number of times they go out with you will definitely decrease in the future. How can they do business without a meal?
Chapter completed!