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 discussing things around the bird cage, and from time to time they laughed heartily. It was obvious that
, 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 pleasing to people.
"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 barbecue 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.
As for the memory of "Yao Yang", when he was practicing Jeet Kune Do hard, after his daily morning exercise, 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 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 wrote down 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 here to drink tea. 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 mind 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 vaguely felt 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 entering 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 briefly and deeply, 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 the 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 a 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...
Soon, a forty-year-old man who looked extremely free and easy, with messy hair, a loose and loose suit that didn't fit at all, as if he was wearing someone else's clothes, and a pair of slippers on his feet, entered the teahouse.
In the man's hand, he was carrying a black windshield board.
"Boss, who is the boss?"
After entering, the man stood at the door and shouted carelessly. His behavior was extremely free and easy, almost to the point of "doing whatever he wanted", which attracted frequent glances from the teahouse guests.
Of course, Yaoyang and Boss Feng couldn't continue chatting.
Boss Feng apologized and greeted Yaoyang:
"Guest, I'm sorry."
After Yaoyang waved his hand indifferently, Boss Feng stood up, straightened his suit, and faced the man.
"I am the boss here. I wonder what the guests need?"
Boss Feng's behavior is a bit strange. His strict manner, whether it is his clothes or his words, seems to be a certain habit.
"You are the boss!"
The man looked at Boss Feng and had the same first reaction as Yaoyang.
Surprised:
"Isn't that right? The boss of a teahouse like this is like you? Shouldn't it be more casual?"
“There is always no conflict between casualness and neatness!”
The boss's answer was interesting and he smiled instantly.
"Well…"
The man was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to get angry. After all, Boss Feng's words were a bit of an allusion to his attire.
I never thought about it. After being stunned, the man slapped his forehead, gave a thumbs up and said:
"You're right!"
Then, he immediately resumed his rogue appearance and asked loudly:
"By the way, boss, let me ask you, around eight o'clock, is there a man with a dull face, an extremely arrogant and hateful appearance, wearing colorful clothes, and walking like a man worth 25,800 yuan, coming to drink tea?
Is he gone now? Is he still there?"
puff……
Boss Feng hadn't replied yet, and many tea patrons who had been listening to the commotion couldn't help but laugh. The man's description was so interesting that Uncle Feng was also amused and said with a smile:
"I haven't seen the man you mentioned. All the people here are old neighbors, and there are no customers like you mentioned."
"Not coming?"
After hearing what Boss Feng said, the man screamed like a lunatic, and said unabashedly with an unhappy face:
"Since that bastard Liangkun dares to play tricks on me?"
"Jiangkun?"
"Jiangkun?"
Upon hearing this name, Boss Feng and the tea guests had no reaction.
Next to him, Yaoyang suddenly shouted:
"Recruitment with a large academic record?"
"oh?"
When the man heard the shouting, he looked left and right. When he saw clearly that it was Yaoyang calling him, he said doubtfully:
"Brother, do you know me?"
"You really have a great academic record?"
Yaoyang was extremely surprised when he saw that the man actually admitted it, and confirmed again.
It’s hard not to be surprised. This Wenji move is really weird. He is dressed more like a Young and Dangerous boy than a serious person. The key is that the clothes haven’t been washed for who knows how long. They are very dirty and messy. He doesn’t even have the most basic hair.
Take care of.
Who would hire such a lawyer? Would such a lawyer be the representative lawyer of one of the four famous groups mentioned by the big guys?
Boss Feng saw that the person who came seemed to be the person Yaoyang was waiting for, so he stopped caring and went to the kitchen.
And Zhao Wenji swaggered towards Yaoyang. He stopped in front of the table and said:
"I'm not, are you? Do you want me to show you my ID card? Liangkun asked you to wait for me, right? Where are the others? Are they gone?"
In just one sentence, Zhao Wenji's quick wit was revealed.
He easily guessed that Yaoyang was called by Liangkun, but because he didn't know about Liangkun's imprisonment, other predictions were not accurate.
"Zhao Dazhuang, let's sit down and talk!"
After confirming the identity of the visitor, Yaoyang stood up to greet him gracefully and motioned for Wenji to sit down.
Zhao Wenji looked at Yaoyang carefully, pulled out the stool, sat down without ceremony, and said hesitantly:
"Are you Liangkun's younger brother or his eldest brother? Looking at you, you look more like the eldest brother than the younger brother. But I know Jiang Tiansheng!"
"To be honest, I am a Stanley prison guard, and my current identity is the director of correctional services. Liangkun is my friend. He asked me to find you because he wants your help to analyze his current case."
Yaoyang didn't mind the ridicule in Zhao Wenji's words, which were half truthful and half false.
It was completely different from what Liangkun described in prison a few days ago, that he was kind to Zhao Wenji. After hearing Yaoyang’s words, Zhao Wenji’s tone was both thankful and relieved:
"Liangkun, that bastard went in? God is really wise! He still wants to ask me to help him?"
Well……
Yaoyang was so shrewd. As soon as he heard this, he knew that Zhao Wenji had absolutely no affection for Liangkun, let alone any debt of gratitude.
Yaoyang couldn't help but feel embarrassed and curious, and asked:
"Why did you react like this to Zhao Dazhuang? Didn't Liangkun say that he is very familiar with you and is very close to you?"
"Familiar. If we were really familiar, he wouldn't ask for 50,000 yuan just because he helped me out last time. This bastard, I knew he was up to no good. I thought he wanted money.
, I didn’t expect that he would want me to fight the lawsuit for him without any negotiation.”
Zhao Wenji spoke angrily, with absolute confidence in his tone. It seemed that it would be more difficult to file a lawsuit against him than to ask him to give money directly.
"Yeah, this bastard Liangkun has really been guessed by me. After standing up for others, he cheated them. It's not like the so-called favor he said."
After hearing this, Yaoyang cursed secretly in his heart. He didn't know how to talk about money laundering.
I originally thought of building a good relationship with Zhao Wenji first and getting a feel for him, but in this situation, it’s a no brainer!
But at this moment, Zhao Wenji seemed to be interested in Yaoyang and said:
"Are you a Stanley prison guard? The one guarding Liangkun?"