"Gulp gulp...."
Zhou Juelun drank one cup after another, downing three-times the milk tea in one breath. He licked his lips contentedly, still looking like he wanted more.
Zhang Menglong had several black lines appear above his head. With such a drinking method, no wonder he had gotten so fat. The talented and good-looking Zhou from his school days had long since disappeared.
"Sorry, this milk tea is just too delicious," noticing Zhang Menglong's gaze, Zhou Juelun also seemed a bit embarrassed, "maybe I drank a little too much?"
Zhou Juelun also knew that this Da Hong Pao tea had a yearly yield of only one kilogram. Calculating at 10g per brew, the annual yield could only brew a hundred times.
One should know, the people eyeing this Da Hong Pao tea included not just entrepreneurs and tycoons but even some highly placed national figures. Even with Zhang Menglong's wealth, managing to get a few dozen grams a year was already quite impressive, right?
