Lao Chen came to the capital with three tubes of tea.

A tube of tea is seven biscuits, tied with a rope, and looks like the one carrying the big biscuits.

Sitting on the bus, Lao Chen, who wore four pockets, was despised. When he arrived at Zhike's site and hadn't seen the situation clearly, an old lady wearing an armband came forward and stopped him.

"Blind stream, oh, what about you, old blind stream, don't go this way, here are all farms, why? Come out of the village, and still want to do farm work?" People in Forty-Nine City have always said no. It's forgiving, especially when you encounter someone you despise, you have to ridicule as much as you can.

Old Chen Tangtang, a factory leader, was regarded as a blind stream, and he was framed as a peasant.

Of course, he was a farmer before, but he is now a distinguished factory leader.

Lao Chen suppressed his anger, first pulled away the hand of the old lady who wanted to pull him, and said: "The tea cakes I carry are worth thousands of dollars. If you tear the package for me, you will have to pay. "

The old lady shook her hand, and immediately became annoyed: "You say thousands of dollars are thousands of dollars? Your family has a famine?"

In recent years, there was a famine in the house, and it was very hated. Old Chen simply didn't stop it, and looked at each other fixedly, waiting for her to tear the package.

The aunt of the neighborhood committee touched Lao Chen's tea bag with her hand, but she didn't dare to tear it apart.

She stood close enough to see that Lao Chen did not bring flatbread. As for whether it was tea, whether it could have thousands of dollars, she didn't believe it, but she didn't dare to gamble.

Thousands of dollars, at this time, it is a terrific concept.

Not to mention, the TV sets that have entered thousands of households, but have not yet entered everyone's homes, are worth about one thousand yuan. Although there are better and more expensive ones, there are still many people who save a thousand yuan just to buy a TV set.

"You outsiders, even ran to the capital to blackmail." The aunt of the neighborhood committee didn't do anything, but she yelled out loud.

She stared at Lao Chen fiercely, and said in her heart: You dare to be so prosperous if you are a blind streamer.

In the alley, a few young people quickly ran out.

In order to solve the high unemployment rate, the government has thought of many ways, one of which is to set up various street factories. The best thing to do in this regard is naturally the capital city. Young people who can’t find a job actually have nothing to do in the street factories, but they can’t stay away from the factories. They just wander around the streets every day.

Hearing the noise this moment, a few people immediately surrounded Old Chen.

"My credentials." The hero didn't suffer from the immediate loss, and Old Chen slowly took out his credentials and dangled in front of a few people.

"The director of the Kun@明茶厂..." The young man standing in front told him about his position. If he said blindly, he naturally disappeared.

"I'm here to find Zhike Biotechnology Company, do you know where it is?" Old Chen didn't bother to care about with the aunt of the neighborhood committee, or that he had nothing to care about.

"What are you looking for Zhike for?" The aunt of the neighborhood committee is still very vigilant.

Old Chen waved his hand and continued to move forward.

The provoked aunts are not forgiving... The ability of the aunts to work is indispensable to maintain relatively good security conditions.

Old Chen was annoyed, and finally found a public phone and called Zhike's office to end the needless entanglement.

However, the story of tea cakes worth thousands of dollars was spread out unexpectedly.

"How can the director of the tea factory deceive people? I have seen with my own eyes that there are so many tea leaves in people's houses, all of which are one loaf and one loaf." The aunt returned to her site, and naturally had to carry out a certain degree of today's story. Art processing.

City life is so colorful, how can we not add some exciting things?

The aunt kept describing the tea cakes she saw, and even the packaging on it was very eloquent.

In order to achieve this effect, she made a special trip to the tea garden.

In front of Yang Rui, the real 80-year-old tea just showed its original appearance.

"In the previous Pu'er tea market, everyone most recognized Yiwu. Fu Yuanchang, Tongqing, Tongxing, and Song Pin in my hand, were the business names known as the Four Masters of Yiwu." Lao Chen experienced several twists and turns. , I finally saw Yang Rui, and after a few words, he took out his tea cake and pried it up.

Drinking tea and chatting is a behavior pattern that tea customers have long been accustomed to.

The tea cakes of Pu'er tea are made by pressing tea leaves. For ordinary tea leaves, you don’t need to be too particular about them. Just pry them up and make up enough of them.

However, for precious old tea, it cannot be so hastily.

Lao Chen took the tea leaves on the tea cake one by one.

In this way, the tea leaves that are brewed will not have broken leaves, and the filtration step is omitted, and the filter utensils can be avoided, which destroys the fragrance of the tea leaves.

"My mention of tea was leaked from the warehouse in the early years. With good luck, I found a few mentions of red ticket Song Pin. In that year, this was also the best Yiwu." Old Chen proudly introduced a few words and said again. "There is only so much left in my hands for 80-year-old tea, not to mention the red ticket Song Pin. It is rare that Professor Yang likes Pu'er tea, so we will meet friends with tea..."

Yang Rui could only nod stupidly.

Not to mention the price of Pu'er tea, the old tea in the 1980s is extremely rare. Especially under the conditions of the 80s, this is really a good thing that can't be bought.

The tea soup made from old tea is as thick as amber, which is completely different from the tea in the middle of five years and ten years.

It smells that although the tea has a weak fragrance, when you drink it in your mouth, there is a strong tea temperature.

"I don't know how to drink, but it tastes good." Yang Rui obediently admitted that he didn't know tea.

Old Chen was a little disappointed. He had hoped for a more propaganda answer.

"When this tea is finished, we will drink other teas. If you drink too much, you can compare them." Old Chen finished, and said: "It can make Nobel Prize winners like it. Our tea, this is my best hope."

"I liked tea in the first place, otherwise, I would not offer to buy tea. By the way, I want to buy more tea, don’t know if it’s okay?" Yang Rui didn’t know tea before, but that doesn’t mean he won’t do it in the future understand. All in all, it's right to save now.

Compared with the constantly depreciating cash, the things that are inseparable now are not at a loss.

Lao Chen didn't just come to sell tea. While making tea, he said: "The sellers, of course, want to sell them. If you want to buy as much as you want, I will send them to you."

"How much do you have? I want to ask for more." Yang Rui asked.

Old Chen smiled: "We are the largest Pu'er tea factory in China, Menghai and Xiaguan, together with us, basically take most of the output of Pu'er tea, you can say as many as you want."

"There is always a number." Yang Rui asked again.

Jiang Zhijun coughed and said, "Professor Yang is a scientist and likes numbers."

Old Chen said disdainfully: "Let me put it this way, if you want 100 tons, I can bring it for you."

"Then I want 100 tons." Yang Rui said with a single sentence, Lao Chen couldn't speak from ear to ear.

"We..." Old Chen didn't know how to answer.

"Pay with one hand~lightnovelpub.net~Deliver with one hand." Yang Rui knew that the cash flow of state-owned enterprises nowadays is tight, so he quickly proposed an exciting plan.

Lao Chen was immediately irritated and said: "100 tons, even if you are cheaper, 5000 yuan a ton is indispensable, 100 tons can be 500,000."

500,000. If you put it in 2015, you will be able to buy a red ticket for Song Pin. In other words, the old tea that Lao Chen has just opened is worth so much.

Yang Rui now has a lot of cash in his hands, not to mention his US dollar assets. Adding up the profits of removing iron ketones and coenzymes, and excluding the expenses of the Huarui laboratory, the distance to exceed 100 million is a matter of blink. Assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars are a lot in any country.

As far as RMB assets are concerned, his gymnasiums are all daily gains, not to mention that Huarui Pharmaceutical is occupying the domestic infusion market at an unprecedented speed. The income of over 100 million yuan has long been there. As for the profit, it only depends on when he stops expanding.

In addition to these assets, the stamps Yang Rui had saved before and the courtyard houses he bought were all at a level of superior value-added. Buying 500,000 tea leaves was really drizzle.

Yang Rui took out a suitcase from behind and said: "There is exactly 100,000 yuan in it, which is considered as a deposit. You can ship it tomorrow."

Old Chen has seen a refreshing one, never seen such a refreshing one, and asked in a daze, "Do you really want 100 tons?"

"There's more." Yang Rui said, paused for a moment, and said, "But it's better."

"I'll organize the delivery when I go back." Old Chen opened Yang Rui's suitcase, looked at the money in it carefully, and left a receipt before saying this. He didn't talk about more goods. In the past few years, there are many situations in which only the deposit is given or the final payment is returned. He has to try it first.

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(Sanqi Chinese)