It wasn't that Meng Chaojun was willing to accept other people's things, it was clearly Duan Qingqing who did it for him.
"What kind of good tea is it?"
Now, Kuang Hong really became interested in this tea.
Duan Qingqing wasn't someone who accepted just any gift, if it wasn't of a certain quality, she surely wouldn't accept it.
"The name of this tea is also nice, it's called Ye Guangqu."
Duan Qingqing took out a dark red tea caddy, "You haven't heard of it, have you? I heard it's a type of Da Hong Pao that has become very popular in the last two years."
Kuang Hong remained unconvinced, "Many teas that are hyped up to sell at high prices are actually just so-so in taste, good enough to fool fools and the newly rich, but truly knowledgeable people wouldn't buy them."
"This one really isn't like that," Duan Qingqing said. "Although it's very expensive, the output is genuinely very limited, and it's not that easy to come by. Guess how much this caddy I'm holding is worth?"
