"Mr. Jian." Gao Leng picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Jian, and handed it to him after the smell cup was buckled: "How far do you want to make your tea?" ”

"Hey, it's not like I want to, I can do it. To tell you the truth, I can't do it. Mr. Jian shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and took out a few unbrewed Yunnan wild tea on the coffee table, put it in his mouth and chewed it. ”

"Mr. Jian, have you learned all the productions in various places?" The old hanger asked.

"Of course not." Mr. Jian shook his head and spread his hands with a wry smile, only to see that his entire palm was slightly black, revealing the astringency of tea leaves, and it was full of calluses. Most of them are wearing Buddhist beads and drinking tea with a book. At first glance, his hand is the hand of a roasted tea man: "I have inherited the process of planting, picking and roasting various wild teas in our Yunnan region, as well as our process of fermenting tea. Tea everywhere has its own merits, the real old tea people are craftsmen, practicing the bitter cold in winter and boiling the heat in summer, how can this craft be so easy to learn? ”

The real old tea man, but one of the few craftsmen in the empire, there is no one.

Nowadays, there are almost no young people who are really willing to inherit the craftsmanship of these old tea people, they are hard, tired and not profitable, it is better to make fake big red robes, and the market is not competitive, who will do it?

"But I have found all the ancient varieties of tea seeds from all over the world, and I also know that they are planted like this, and I have also seen a lot of old tea people who are still alive in various places." Mr. Jian sighed: "I originally wanted to make the tea of the empire well, I want to let the current people, people who understand tea know our good tea, our native and ancient way of making tea, although the yield is not high, but the taste has its own merits." It's a pity"

It's a pity that Mr. Jian has ambitions and actions, but he is overwhelmed by today's impetuous market.

What is submerged in the general manager? What is submerged is the thousand-year-old tea art of the Yang Empire.

A smile appeared on Gao Leng's face, and Mr. Jian's answer made him very satisfied.

"What are you going to do if you can't keep this teahouse open?" Gao Leng asked again.

"I won't give up tea if I can't go on." Mr. Jian turned his face sideways and didn't look at Gao Leng, but the inciting nose reflected the sadness and stubbornness in his heart: "When I am poor, I will go back to my hometown in the mountains to continue to grow tea and roast tea, this craft is not lost, I let my son learn, my grandson learn!" They don't learn, and I break their legs to make them learn! There are some things that cannot be measured by money, and I have no ability to carry forward this craft, and I must not lose it! It's my dream. ”

Many people will have dreams. In order to dream on the road of running, like a fool, I fell, got up, fell again, and got up again.

Mr. Jian did not make some fakes in front of the market like others, in fact, he could choose another way, while operating his good tea, and at the same time, like other teahouses, he also got some fakes that others could not see, shoddy, at least to maintain the operation. There is always someone who will taste his good tea.

But he wouldn't.

Stubborn, Mr. Jian is extremely stubborn in this regard. In his eyes, good tea is good tea, and bad tea is bad, and there is no room for adulteration. Such people seem destined to be eliminated from the market.

But nowadays, impetuous people often ignore the most important point: the real tea masters are extremely stubborn and insist on making good tea.

It is precisely because of that persistence, because of that stubbornness, and because of the arrogance that is not like today's mass market that he will become a giant.

Adapt to the market? It is precisely because too many people conform to the market that the tea of the empire has become famous in the world, and it is precisely because too many people conform to this impetuous market that so many craftsmen's craftsmanship has been lost.

Gao Leng looked at the stubborn and sad tea craftsman in front of him, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart, and a voice sounded in his ears: Such a craftsman is worthy of support.

"I don't believe it, good things can still be buried?!" Mr. Jian's eyes burst out with a firm light: "My generation can't carry forward the really good tea of the empire, I keep this technology, one day, one day, someone will think of the real good tea of our empire, and there will be someone to make a small amount of but traditional handmade tea!" ”

"Yes, good things don't get buried." Gao Leng smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Jian, you don't have to wait until 'one day', just today, I brought you a project, please smile." ”

When Mr. Jian heard this, he was stunned, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Gao Leng's hand, and asked a little unresponsively: "Why, Mr. Gao is not Mr. Gao, your company wants to order our tea?!" ”

Good companies often have an investment in tea hospitality, and the company's customer list is an excellent order for the teahouse.

"No, the average business can't afford your good tea." Gao Leng shook his head, Mr. Jian's face darkened when he heard this, he also knew that his handmade tea was the best tea, and companies generally did not buy entertainers, they were all private collections or gifts for tea tasting.

"My friend is having a party, buy you some tea." Gao Leng said.

"Oh, that's right. Thank you. Mr. Jian was disappointed for a while, but he still said gratefully: "Mr. Gao can think about my teahouse business, thank you so much." What kind of tea is your friend going to buy? I give a seven-percent discount, the cost price. ”

"What's your best tea?" Gao Leng asked.

"There are a lot of them, and there are rare top wild teas everywhere." If you can say that the top tea, it is of excellent quality.

"How much?"

"This" Mr. Jian hesitated a little, gritted his teeth: "The top ancient species Mengding Yellow Bud, I have fifty grams, 300,000 yuan, and the price of other top teas is almost the same." ”

After a few words, Lao Hang took a sip of tea in his mouth and almost didn't squirt out.

350,000 grams?!

"Mr. Gao, in fact, friends don't need to use my top-notch tea to entertain customers, after all, I find an old craftsman to fry it personally, and only a dozen grams can become top-notch all year round. If your friend is a VIP at the banquet, it is also very high-grade with our ordinary ancient species, which I personally fry, and sell about one or two thousand small pots in the teahouse, you want, I cost the price. ”

One or two thousand and one small pot sounds very expensive, but it is really not expensive for tea drinkers.

The cost of manual frying is very high, not to mention the value of this ancient tree, which is basically losing money and making money.

"In this way, you bring all your top-notch teas, and you can see how much you take, I estimate that they should all be sold out at the banquet site." After thinking about it for a while, Gao Leng said loudly.

"Sold out?!" Mr. Jian's back molars almost flew out in fright: "This is the treasure of my town store, the ancient tea that has been accumulated for many years, and the value of millions of dollars is almost million, it is all my belongings, no, it is all my ancestral belongings!" ”

"yes, probably not enough." Gao Leng nodded: "For the other ones you said can make a pot for one or two thousand, let's get 500,000 quick money." ”

"Five hundred thousand?!" Mr. Jian was stunned and directly stunned.

"500,000 is not enough." Gao Leng shook his head and thought about it: "I still have to give it away, one million, plus your top-grade ancient tea, it is estimated that it is enough." ”

This is equivalent to moving out the entire store of Jianzong.

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