Seeing the man walking over, I immediately felt inexplicable nervousness mixed with excitement. Was he looking for us to do business? After all, anything unknown is full of attraction for a child.

Compared to my excitement, Old Man Jiang was much calmer. He didn't even look out the window. He just picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

The young man came over, sat down, and made a face at me, which made me laugh. I thought to myself that this man looked like a hooligan, and he was not a bad person.

"Uncle, it's really rare for you to be in this situation, bringing a baby with you to run a business." The young man was very enthusiastic and started making daily routines as soon as he came. As he was talking, he took out a pack of Hongtashan, smoked one and handed it to Jiang.

Old man.

Hongtashan! High-end cigarettes! Although I come from a small mountain village, I still have some knowledge. In the village where I live, people are willing to smoke red plums during the holidays. Whose house is this? Who suddenly comes out with a pack of Hongtashan to drive a pile (

Smoking), that would definitely be enough for the people in the village to talk about it for a day or two, speculating on the 'story' behind it.

I thought Old Man Jiang would take it. He usually smokes a dry cigarette occasionally, right? But Old Man Jiang didn’t even change his expression. He blocked the young man’s hand from passing the cigarette, took out his dry cigarette stick, and said:

"No, I'm used to smoking this."

There was a hint of embarrassment on the young man's face. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only watch in silence as Old Man Jiang lit up the tobacco. Within a moment, the smell of tobacco leaves that I was so familiar with slowly rose up here.

.

Smelling this smell, the young man sniffed strangely, took a few deep breaths, and said with a hint of surprise: "Uncle, your dry tobacco leaves are extraordinary. When you smell it,

It's mellow and has a medicinal smell, are there any special spices added to it?"

"Do you understand this?" Only then did my master's expression change slightly.

The young man scratched his head and said: "I can't say, my master is good at this. I smell it a lot and listen to him talk a lot, so I understand a little bit. In fact, this dry tobacco is more powerful than cigarettes."

, just good tobacco leaves”

I lay down on the table out of boredom. I wonder if my relative is a talkative person these days? Looking at other people, they would simply decide whether to trade or not in a few words.

"Want a couple of sips?" Old Man Jiang handed over the tobacco stick.

The young man took it unceremoniously and took two puffs of it with a very addicted expression.

Old Man Jiang took the tobacco stick and said calmly: "I saw you swallowing your saliva just now."

"Ahem!" When the young man heard this, he choked immediately. I was used to it. My master's other abilities were nothing more than his ability to suddenly open his mouth and stifle people to death.

After the young man finished coughing, Old Man Jiang asked: "Who is your master?"

"Ma Ronggui, nicknamed Ma Dudu, have you heard of it, sir? By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Cao. Just call me Cao Er. I am my master's second apprentice." It turns out that the young man

His name is Cao Er.

"Ma Dudu? Ma Dudu, who sees jade with one eye, is more poisonous than two eyes. Ha, he is a person who understands jade." Old Man Jiang took a puff of dry cigarette, and his expression was quite good when talking about this man.

calm.

"Do you really know my master?" Cao Er was surprised and murmured: "The method master taught me to judge people is really accurate. I can find a knowledgeable master at the first glance. In this case,

Uncle, let’s not talk more. I don’t even bother to ask you whether you are sexy or not. Is it an open item or a private item? Let’s go out to look at the goods?”

Old Man Jiang shook his head, took out a cigarette leisurely, and said: "No need, you don't know my reputation, so you can go ahead."

"Uncle, please don't look at my young age. I have been with my master for twelve years. I have done a good job for as long as I can, if not a hundred." Cao Er did not give up, he was a veteran of the world.

A few words convinced him that Old Man Jiang might have something really good.

"I'm too lazy to lie to you. This thing in my hand is not even famous by your master. Just go ahead." Old Man Jiang was not moved at all.

Cao Er was a little anxious next to him and gritted his teeth. Cao Er said: "Uncle, you can't say that. Let's just treat it as an unkind request from me. You must keep that thing of yours. I'll call my master."

, it won’t take long, at most half an hour, I’ll definitely be there.”

Old Man Jiang was noncommittal.

Cao Er ran out in a hurry. With my sharp eyes, I saw several teahouse waiters standing downstairs with slightly surprised expressions, and one hurriedly went upstairs.

"Master, are we just waiting here for his master to come?" I don't know what kind of medicine Old Man Jiang sells in his gourd.

"I told you, his master doesn't see any reason for this. I'm fishing for a big fish. The value of someone who comes to me is different from someone else who takes the bait on their own. Just wait." Old Man Jiang was mysterious.

Unpredictable.

Pretending to be sophisticated, I muttered secretly in my heart and stopped asking.

Twenty minutes passed by in a flash. What is surprising is that since Cao Er came and chatted with us for a few words, our table became extremely lively. Almost every two minutes, someone came over to strike up a conversation.

Almost all of them are those words, open goods? Colored goods? Private goods? New goods? Rough stones?

Anyway, no matter what those people asked at first, Old Man Jiang dismissed them with just one sentence: "You can't see this thing."

As soon as we sang, everyone in the teahouse noticed us, and even some of the sellers began to ask others, where did Old Man Jiang and I come from, and what kind of stuff are we carrying in our pockets?

At this time, Cao Er also came back, panting from running. When he arrived at the door of the teahouse, he didn't rush in. Instead, he waited respectfully at the door and let someone walk in first.

The man who walked in was an old man with sparse hair that was combed back to his scalp. He was wearing a pair of tinted glasses that were relatively rare at that time, and a short-sleeved Tang suit made of white silk.

The taste of an old scholar.

As soon as he entered, the teahouse immediately became much quieter. Almost all the "Chuan Chuan" running around asking for goods fell silent and looked at this man with a bit of respect in their eyes.

When he followed Cao Er to our table and sat down, there was a whisper of discussion around him.

"Master Du took action personally. This is something that is unlikely to happen in a year or two."

"I just said that the old man has a 'heavy weapon' on him."

"Master, this is the uncle. He said that I can't see what he has on him. Master, you may not be able to see it either, so I invited you here." Cao Er fanned Ma Dudu diligently, fanning one side at a time.

Said.

Ma Dudu was not angry at all. He just looked at Old Man Jiang and said, "Maybe I really can't see your goods, but I am a greedy person. There is also a saying that you will live until you are old and learn until you are old. I want to underestimate you."

Old man, please go to the second floor and let me take a look at your goods and learn from them, okay?"

What Ma Dudu said was polite, but the unconvincing meaning in his words was serious. This person who is running in the world and standing in the industry actually values ​​his reputation more than anything else.

Heavy.

At this time, a middle-aged man with an unimpressive appearance came downstairs under the guidance of the teahouse waiter and walked straight to our table.

Old Man Jiang muttered: "What a fool, I didn't come down early or late, and I only came down at this time, causing me to sit for more than an hour. This is more embarrassing than my butt."

The words were not loud, but everyone at the table heard them. Ma Dudu just said with an ugly face: "There are still those who want to stop the nonsense. It seems that there are good products, and there are no rules here.

"

Ma Dudu could do this, but Cao Er choked on his saliva and coughed. His master didn't care what Old Man Jiang said. After all, his "status in the world" was there. Cao Er was shocked when he heard this.

Yes, he is the owner of this teahouse, a well-known figure in the field of receiving goods in Sichuan Di'er, and the former "laobaozi" of this underground business, Yun Baochun, who is also Yun Baozi's only son - Yun Xiaobao.

Such a person, this man doesn't take others seriously at all, and dares to joke that his face is bigger than his butt? How courageous.

After the horse came in alone and sat down, people still dared to comment. But when the middle-aged man came downstairs and sat in front of us (the seat given by Cao Er), people didn't dare to comment. They just looked inquiringly.
Chapter completed!