Extraordinary people are destined to have extraordinary places. Montreal is such an extraordinary person. After sitting down, he skillfully washed and made tea. There were undried brushes and rice paper on the desk behind him.

"I like Chinese elements very much, especially Han Dynasty culture." Montreal poured tea for Ge Zhen and said with a smile: "In my spare time, I can write calligraphy and draw a few landscape paintings. The ones hanging on the wall are what I wrote and what I painted, haha."

Hearing this sentence, Ge Zhen looked surprised.

When he came in, he saw the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, which were very charming, but he didn't expect it to be written by a foreigner.

"Mr. Montreal has a deep study of Chinese culture, and his skills in calligraphy and painting are very good!" Ge Zhen praised.

This is not a false praise, but a sincere praise, because people write really well, and this level is probably not even achieved by many so-called calligraphy masters in China.

"The graffiti is not worth mentioning." Montreal smiled and said, "Mr. Ge Zhen, please have tea."

Ge Zhen picked up the teacup and took a sip and swallowed it. He suddenly felt the fragrance of his lips and teeth, and the charm was indescribable.

In fact, in addition to drinking, he also drinks tea. Dahongpao has also drunk it, but it is definitely not as authentic as here.

"Is this mother tree tea?" Ge Zhen asked.

Montreal nodded mysteriously: "It's too hard to get the mother tree tea in Dahongpao. I tried my best to get that little bit."

Damn, I got that little bit?!

The tea leaves of Dahongpao Mother Tree make a difference in the organization every year. I know that you entered Mayao Prison to complete the task of rescuing Notting. In addition, I also know your ambitions. Of course, your ability can support your ambitions, but—" Montreal paused and stared at Ge Zhen's eyes: "Some ambitions cannot be supported. According to the Chinese, you often have to meet noble people. Now I am your noble people, and you can speak your dreams."

"I want to be the boss of the dark web." Ge Zhen said.

"That's just this little dream?" Montreal said in surprise: "That's just a human trafficking organization. Do you just want to be the boss of humans and snakes? My friend, can your dream be a little bigger... Of course, I don't intend to despise your dream, but because this dream is too small and is not worthy of the painting you sold to me. I can't let my friend suffer such a loss, but I take advantage of it!"
Chapter completed!