The young and young men in Sijiu City have different careers and careers, so they naturally have their own entertainment destinations on weekdays. But no matter how high or low the old and young men who are mingling with these young and trades are rich or not, they all have a common place - a teahouse!

The rich man entered the teahouse. The Tea Doctor wearing a green cloth gown immediately greeted him and shouted: "Hey, why did you come early today? The water on this big stove has not yet bloomed, but the water sitting on the small stove has just turned over the flowers. But you came by chance! Or prepare a private room for you and give you a pot of high jasmine? Or the little leaves of Longjing Ba?"

Liba, who was carrying the work, walked into the teahouse, carrying a large tin kettle, a short-dressed guy reached out and picked up the kettle worth about twenty pounds, and let the boiling boiling water high into the large white porcelain teapot. He rolled the flowers and waves of the high-moer tea, and delivered them to the thick wooden table with a thick porcelain bowl, and then put them on the shiny and shiny black and thick wooden table with a nice sentence: "How many of you guys should I bring a bowl of rotten meat noodles? Today's meat is stewed so authentic, and I use the best Nansauce!"

After that, no matter whether it is a private room, who can make two paragraphs of Lu Yu's "Tea Classic" joke on Lu Yu's "Tea Classic" or a young man standing behind the counter and constantly wiping teapots and tea bowls, he all pricked his ears and looked at the scene in the teahouse with his eyes open. He guessed that he should have snacks in the private room, and when he saw that he should add hot water in the teapot, he never had a teahouse greeting. Dr. Tea, the young man could always appear just right next to the teahouse just before the teahouse raised his hand and planned to shout.

Under such diligent service, no matter whether it is military or national affairs or street talks, the tea lovers, no matter whether they are high or low, all of them will take a sip of tea and slapped the table: "Have you heard of it?"

There is no need to deliberately find the person you tell me. There will be friends sitting next to you immediately, or tea lovers who only have a familiar face to answer the topic: "What did you hear?"

He slapped the table lightly again, and the person who raised his head to speak immediately became energetic, and his eyes widened and his voice opened: "Just what happened this morning! I heard..."

The audience around him immediately moved his body toward the person who spoke: "Would you like to tell me in detail?"

After that, from walking into the teahouse to sitting down, to drinking it up and down, it was almost like a pot of tea to replenish water three times. The teahouses either threw two big boys on the table and went out to carry out their work, or gently pressed two bills under the snack plate and then walked towards the restaurant opposite the street. Everyone, without exception, satisfied two completely the same desires - talking and listening!

In this way, those tea shops who have just seen or heard of some news have always arrived early in the teahouse with the most acquaintances and the most lively. When they saw that the people were almost there, they slapped the table and began the first step to become the initiator of the topic today.

As usual, in the most lively teahouse in the Songhe Tower, Zhushikou, the young man took off the door panel, and a few tea shops in long gowns rushed towards Songhe Tower in the street. Dr. Tea, who had gotten up a little late today, quickly tied up the belt on the green cloth gown, and smiled at the old tea shops: "Hey, my masters, I said, why did the pine branches burn so vigorously just after lighting them? It's really true that you know that your masters are going to come early?"

He raised his hand and threw out more than ten big boys. A tea chef wearing a long silk robe pointed at Dr. Tea and cursed: "I won't say that the tea in Songhelou is authentic or not. Just say that you don't have a tea doctor, you can go to the Tianqiao to speak crosstalk to support your family! You are the same, serve me!"

With a crisp voice, Dr. Tea immediately turned his face and shouted at the Songhe Tower: "There is a preparation for the eight-piece snack in Jing'an. It must be that Daoxiang Village just came out this morning! Let's have another pot of Xiaoyeer Longjing Ba, remember to pick up the rain before picking up the rain!"

Nodded with satisfaction, several tea lovers who had gotten up slowly walked into the private room of Songhe Tower. Before the quick-handed Dr. Tea brought the snacks and tea water, the tea lover in a long silk gown could not wait to slap the table gently: "Have you heard about it?"

Several tea lovers sitting at the Eight Immortals table immediately responded with interest: "What did you hear?"

He held his long nails and knocked on the clean Eight Immortals table. The tea chef wearing a long silk gown said mysteriously: "Just the dragon whip of Master Xiong, the head of the pole of Zhushikou, guess where did you hang it yesterday?"

Almost at the same time, he squeezed out from the nostrils of the other three tea guests and sneered: "Where can this be hung? There are eight streets around Zhushikou. There have always been some business transactions for money, and Mr. Xiong's dragon whip can be hung at the door! Otherwise......Which flower building has Mr. Xiong lived in at night, and that door has not been hung at the door..."

He waved his hands with a big smile, and the teacook in a long silk gown winked and pointed in the direction of Shuijing Hutong: "Shuijing Hutong, right in front of Na Jiuye's house, is now wearing the dragon whip of Master Xiong!"

A tea chef wearing a white jade ring on his hand shouted in surprise: "Na Jiuye of Shuijing Hutong? That's not..."

Smiling proudly, the tea shop wearing a long silk robe slowly continued: "The Qi family of Deshengmen, isn't your distant relative? Just say that the autumn insects in Sijiu City have not been left behind in all years, right? I will tell you this news today, is it worth the money for this pot of tea in the morning?"

The tea guest who rubbed the white jade ring on his fingers and had a look of nervousness on his face responded: "I can't write two words Qi in one stroke. Although the relatives of the Qi family in Deshengmen are really far away, no matter what, they are still relatives? I said, Mr. Mu, you spend a lot of money on the Qiuzhu Club every year. This matter... Can you tell me about it again? We don't mention this pot of tea. This afternoon, Yan Lailou, it's all my brothers!"

He slowly looked at Dr. Tea who happened to walk into the court and placed his snacks on the Eight Immortals table. Mr. Mu, wearing a long silk robe, seemed to have not seen the anxious look of the tea guest surnamed Qi, holding the tea cup in front of him and sipping the hot tea. Then he smiled with a rack: "This matter... I can't make a big deal! Anyway, I heard that Mr. Xiong took his subordinates and his group of helpers to go to the courtyard of the Siheyuan of Najiu. It was obvious that he was going to make an indictment! But after a meal, Mr. Xiong came out of the Siheyuan of Najiu's house with politeness, raised his hand and hung the dragon whip on the door frame of the door of the Siheyuan of Najiu's house!"

Although there were no other idle people around, Mr. Mu still leaned closer to the tea chef who was listening to his own words intently, lowered his voice and said, "I also heard that it was Mr. Xiong's fake monk who had a holiday with a new young man outside the pass from the pass, which gave Mr. Xiong a reason to come to ask for guilt! But later... Mr. Xiong slaughtered the big dog next to him with his own hands, and drove all his idle men out, and had a good chat with the young man outside the pass..."

The tea chef surnamed Qi, who frowned and wore a white jade ring, was squirming his mouth, but he didn't say anything!

According to the rules set by the gangsters who poked the pole and ate from all directions, once the dragon whip that symbolizes the authority of the pole leader hangs at the door of a shop, it means that the shop is being protected by the pole leader. Before the dragon whip is picked, any disrespectful behavior towards the shop will be regarded as a face-to-face provocation to the pole leader, and will also be retaliated by all the green gangsters in the pole!

A family like Na Jiuye can be considered a bone under Mr. Xiong’s chopsticks at most. How can he get Mr. Xiong’s protection?

Could it be...

Is it because of the autumn insect meeting?!

Looking at the frowning and contemplative look of the tea chef surnamed Qi, Mr. Mu reached out and grabbed a freshly baked snack and chewed it with a delicious taste.

Although Mr. Mu's wealth is not worth a quota at all among the wealthy families in Sijiu City, he still has enough money to drink tea and bathe every day and listen to the opera. He even has a few spare money to get involved in the ubiquitous gambling game in Sijiu City. If he wins, he can give a set of jewellery to the girl he raises in his house. If he loses, he will be able to deal with it by going home and shaking his face in front of the yellow-faced woman.

Anyone who likes to play a few tricks in various gambling games, in addition to being smart and unique in vision, the best way to grasp people is to receive news from all walks of life anytime, anywhere.

Just like ordinary people know, the streets of oil under Mr. Mu's hands are often thrown away a few small money to control their food and drink. If you really find useful news, then Mr. Mu's hands are never stingy in rewarding money!

As for this tea chef surnamed Qi, Mr. Mu had long known that he was relying on a few bits of food leaked from the fingers of the Deshengmen Qi family. Even the concierge of the Deshengmen Qi family didn't like him very much!

If you really listen to the news that you have just heard, why don’t you hurry up and apply oil to the Deshengmen Qi family and take the news you just heard to exchange for benefits?

After taking a sip of hot tea, Mr. Mu slowly reached out and knocked on the table: "I still heard...... the fake monk under Mr. Xiong has been beaten to Master Xiong, since he left the house of Master Na Jiu, he raised his hand to reward the fake monk with more than ten crispy shaves, and he beat the fake monk so hard that he spitted his back teeth and crawled out of Jingshui Hutong! If I really think about it carefully, how big is this friendship and how much benefit is it to be worthy of being Mr. Xiong in the street to beat the people in his pole like this? Hearing the person in Master Xiong's pole missed a sentence, saying that it was because... what is the Qikilling? Old people, I have a little knowledge... What kind of rare thing is this Qikilling insect?"

Afraid of a shock, the teacook surnamed Qi picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and suddenly poured the hot tea water into his mouth. He grinned and hugged Mr. Mu and the other two teacooks: "Old people, sit slowly, I have something urgent to do here, so I will take the blame first... and take the opportunity first..."

Pretending to not hearing Mr. Mu jokingly saying "I'm not going to leave at Yanlailou at noon", the tea chef surnamed Qi rushed out of the Songhe Tower and ran straight towards the huge house of the Qi family in Deshengmen.

Behind him, Mr. Mu, who was leisurely savoring the fragrant tea, sneered slightly, raised his eyes and looked at a wonton stall outside Songhe Tower. Next to the wonton stall, a green-skinned gangster who had eaten several bowls of wontons for free was lifting up his clothes and rubbing his greasy lips, and raised his foot to follow the tea chef in Qi...

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Chapter completed!