In addition, Wang Hai is also a master of gardening. It is said that this elegant garden was designed by Wang Hai!
Of course, if you want to build such a beautiful garden, the cost must be astronomical!
Rumor has it that all the funds for the construction of Yayuan came from Song Changji!
And it was precisely because of this that Song Changji became Wang Hai's guest, and then monopolized the business of Jiangnan Weaving Bureau. From then on, he soared to the sky, becoming the first cloth merchant in Jiangnan, and also becoming the richest man in Jiangnan!
At this moment, the owner of Yayuan, Wang Hai, who was wearing a dark blue robe, was sitting in a pavilion, burning incense and playing the harp. The sound of the harp was crisp and clear, like silver beads falling on a jade plate. It seemed that even the birds on the surrounding trees were attracted by the harp.
Attracted by the sound, I stopped and listened, completely forgetting myself!
At this time, Wang Zhong, the steward of Yayuan, walked over. Although his steps were not slow, his steps were very light as he was afraid of making any noise and affecting the master's playing of the piano.
He stopped outside the pavilion and waited until Wang Hai finished playing the piece and had no intention of continuing. Then Wang Zhong cautiously said, "Sir, Boss Song is waiting in the concierge to ask for a meeting. He said, sir, sir
He has found the guqin he was looking for."
"Yeah?"
After hearing the news, Wang Hai's face lit up with joy: "Let him come over."
"yes."
Wang Zhong took the order and left.
Not long after, under the guidance of Wang Zhong, Song Changji came over, holding an antique wooden box in his arms.
"Eunuch Wang."
Arriving in front of the pavilion, Song Changji bowed and saluted.
"Boss Song, you're welcome."
Wang Hai smiled slightly: "Come in and sit down, I just made a pot of flower rock tea with snow water, let's have a taste."
"Thank you, father-in-law!"
Song Changji raised his head, smiled flatteringly, walked carefully into the pavilion, and sat down opposite Wang Hai.
Wang Hai picked up the teapot and wanted to pour tea for Song Changji.
When Song Changji saw this, he immediately stood up in fear and reached out his hand to pick up the teapot: "How dare you let your father-in-law pour tea? What a shame!"
"Boss Song, you don't have to be polite, just sit down."
Wang Hai did not give the teapot to Wang Hai. After pouring the tea, he said: "Try it."
"Thank you, father-in-law!"
Song Changji sat down again, picked up the tea cup with both hands, took a careful sip, and immediately praised: "The aftertaste is obvious, the mouth is full of fragrance, and it also has a special rock bone flower fragrance. It is really good tea!"
"Hahaha......"
After hearing Song Changji's comment, Wang Hai laughed proudly: "Boss Song is a person who understands tea!"
Song Changji knew that Wang Hai liked these elegant things, so he climbed up the pole: "Song himself has drunk a lot of famous tea, but the taste is so good. After drinking one cup, he will not be able to taste the taste of meat for three months.
This is a very good tea, but this is the first time I have tasted it in my life! Please tell me, father-in-law, what kind of tea is this?"
This flattery made Wang Hai very comfortable, and he smiled even more happily: "Boss Song, although you have a lot of money, you really have no place to buy this kind of tea!"
"Oh? Is this imperial tea specially provided for the palace?"
Song Changji pretended to be surprised!
"No!"
Wang Hai shook his head gently, smiling playfully.
Wang Zhong, the general manager of Yayuan, seems to be a loyal and honest person as his name suggests, but in fact he is also a good person. He knows how to please the master, so he interrupted: "Boss Song doesn't know, this kind of tea is not a variety on the market.
, but my master made it himself, don’t you have no place to buy it?”