Teahouse, as you can see from the name, is a place for drinking tea.
China produces tea, but the development of tea culture is not as good as that of the island nation.
In China, areas with strong tea culture development are limited to a few tea-producing areas. In island countries, although tea culture originates from China, it integrates daily life behaviors with religion, philosophy, ethics and aesthetics, becoming A comprehensive cultural and artistic activity, it is not only about material enjoyment, but also through tea ceremony, learning tea etiquette, cultivating temperament, and cultivating people's aesthetics and moral concepts.
A series of tedious procedures made it extremely troublesome for Yan Murong, who was accustomed to drinking everything in one gulp.
"squeak-----"
The wooden sliding door was pushed open from the outside, and then Mitsui Toshiaki and Mitsui Hidetoshi appeared at the door.
After Yan Murong gave the mobile phone to Mitsui Toshiaki, Mitsui Toshiaki rushed home to find Mitsui Hidetoshi to get angry. Finally, at Mitsui Hidetoshi's request, the arrangement for this meeting at the tea house was made.
After waving the woman in charge of making tea out, Mitsui Hidetoshi sat cross-legged opposite Yan Murong, staring at Yan Murong closely with no concealment of the hatred in his eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't have that kind of special hobby," Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Handsome with disgust.
Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need to play any more nonsense. Yan Murong knows very well that tonight, either Mitsui Hidetoshi will die or he will finish playing.
"hey-hey,"
Mitsui Yingjun smiled instead of being angry, stared at Yan Murong with burning eyes, and said, "To be honest, I admire your method. You were able to convince my brother to help you deal with me."
"Persuading him," Yan Murong glanced at Mitsui Toshiaki who was sitting there drinking tea with an expressionless face, and chuckled, "I'm not convincing him, it's you who is forcing him - let me tell you the truth, Although you are a little smart, what you did is really stupid."
"I'm stupid, haha," Mitsui Hidetoshi laughed, "Do you think you are the only smart person in the world?"
"I didn't say I was smart," Yan Murong shrugged nonchalantly, "But at least I'm not stupid - you see, I all know that you found someone to plant your father's poison. I also know that you are going to attack Toshiaki Mitsui, am I right?"
"Can I deny it?" Mitsui Hidetoshi sneered.
"Okay," Yan Murong nodded, "but since you are here today, is there any need to deny it?"
"Okay, I don't deny that everything you said is right," Mitsui Hidetoshi said frankly.
Even though he had known Mitsui Hidetoshi's thoughts for a long time, when he heard him admit it in person, Mitsui Toshiaki's eyes couldn't help but dim, and the hand holding the tea cup shook, and he didn't even notice the hot tea dripping on his hand.
"Is this true?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked in a trembling voice as he put down his tea cup.
"Didn't you hear it already?" Mitsui Hidetoshi sneered, "How about it, my dear brother, do you have any questions?"
"Why do you do this? Isn't father good enough for you?"
"Be good to me, hehe, my father is very good to me," Mitsui Hidetoshi said with a crazy look on his face, "Ever since you were a child, all you have received are praises, and all I have received are abuses. You can take charge of Mitsui Consortium and become Mitsui As for me, the next head of the family, I can only be a useless person waiting to die - why, I am the eldest son of the Mitsui family, and everything should belong to me."
"All of this is supposed to belong to you," Toshiaki Mitsui sighed, "but what have you done, eating, drinking, having fun, picking up girls? Do you think your father will let you manage the family?"
"That old guy forced me," Hidetoshi Mitsui roared.
"That's enough, he is our father, you should respect him," Toshiaki Mitsui shouted coldly.
"Respect, haha, don't tell me anything about respecting morality or anything like that. In the face of rights, these things are of no use at all ----- Oh, by the way, let me tell you a secret by the way. It's not just me, even ours My aunt and your most beloved sister are all on my side,"
"You-----what did you say,"
Mitsui Hidetoshi's words shocked Mitsui Toshiaki.
My sister, the sister I have always loved the most, actually stood with him.
"Hey, after all the calculations, I still can't make it right," Yan Murong sighed from the sidelines. He could guess what Mitsui Hidetoshi was thinking, but he couldn't guess who would be standing next to him.
Mitsui Kozakura.
That little girl left a pretty good impression on him, she was delicate and kind--at least on the surface, she didn't seem to have such ambitions at all.
"By the way, I want to tell you another piece of good news," Mitsui Hidetoshi said with a sneer without answering Yan Murong's words, "You are smart, and I am not stupid either. Mitsui Toshiaki, after tonight, whether it is the Mitsui family or the Mitsui Consortium, they will all It only belongs to me,"
"What did you do to your father?" Mitsui Toshiaki was shocked. He suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbed Mitsui Yoshiaki's collar, and yelled.
"Look, now you are disrespecting my brother," Mitsui Hidetoshi gently pulled away the hand on his collar and said in a calm tone, "I praised you for being smart just now, why did you suddenly become stupid? , What can I do to that old man, the most I can do is send him to see God,”
"Hey, what a beast," Yan Murong shook his head again and sighed.
"Brother," Mitsui Toshiaki calmed down, looked up at Mitsui Hidetoshi and said solemnly, "This is the last time I call you brother,"
As soon as he finished speaking, the teacup in Mitsui Toshiaki's hand hit the floor.
"Click,"
Debris flew everywhere, and light green tea spilled all over the floor.
"Are you sending a signal?" Mitsui Hidetoshi sneered and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. The few people you brought should have gone to report to God by now,"
"You bastard," Mitsui Toshiaki was furious. No one had broken in for so long, and he knew that the few people he brought must be in trouble.
"Haha, you're right, I'm a bastard," Mitsui Hidetoshi laughed, "Unfortunately, only bastards can live longer ----- Since your people can't come, why not just look at my people how,"
As he said that, Mitsui Hidetoshi also grabbed a teacup and threw it to the ground hard.
"Dengdengdeng-----"
As the tea cup fell to the ground, there was a rush of footsteps outside. Then, the wooden sliding door was violently destroyed from the outside, and a dozen men in black costumes poured in from the outside.
"Now, all my people are here," Mitsui Hidetoshi stood up and looked condescendingly at the dull-looking Mitsui Toshiaki and Yan Murong, who was sitting motionless drinking tea, and said, "Why don't the party start now,"