At this moment, Cheng Guang's heart was beating violently, and Cheng Guang's mother was shaking with excitement. From today on, her position in the Cheng family will be second only to one person and above ten thousand people.
Cheng Meng's eyes were dim and lifeless.
As Cheng Guang's partner, Wang Wei was also ecstatic. With Cheng Guang's help, his subsequent plans would be very easy to implement. The Lin Group would be in his pocket!
Old Master Cheng took a breath and continued, "Xiao Guang, I think you should go out to study during this period..."
As soon as Old Master Cheng got to the key point, he was interrupted by an accident. A palm-sized transparent plastic bag was thrown onto the table in front of Old Master Cheng.
This scene scared everyone present. Who was so bold to throw something in front of Old Master Cheng like this?
The three disciples of Old Master Cheng looked at the person who threw the thing.
"Birthday, a birthday present for you." Zhang Xuan pointed at the plastic bag.
At this moment, almost everyone in the main house looked at Zhang Xuan with eyes wide open, their eyes full of disbelief, who is this person, too bold!
"I said Lin Qinghan, this surname Zhang, you don't care, look at what he does!" Wang Wei's mother slapped the table and scolded. Although her words were scolding, her eyes were full of joy. The surname Zhang, you are really a brainless person!
"Junior, you are a little too ignorant of etiquette, right?" Ning Changhe looked at Zhang Xuan with displeasure, "Are you from the Lin family?"
"Lin Qinghan is my wife, Cheng Qing is my brother, this bag of tea is prepared for you by my wife and Cheng Qing, accept it." Zhang Xuan pointed to the tea leaves on the table, and his tone was full of a sense of command.
"What a joke, who do you think you are, my grandfather said to accept it?" Cheng Guang strode over and grabbed the transparent plastic bag on the table.
Ning Zhou sat aside, watching this place like watching a play, a trace of haze flashed in his eyes, and a sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.
"You ignorant thing, if it weren't for your relationship with the Lin family, you'd have a hard time today, take your stuff and get out!" Cheng Guang grabbed the transparent plastic bag in his hand and was ready to throw it at Zhang Xuan's face.
"Wait!" Old Master Cheng, who had been speaking calmly, suddenly exclaimed at this moment, and his cloudy eyes stared at the transparent bag.
To be precise, Old Master Cheng was staring at the tea leaves in the bag.
There weren't many tea leaves in that bag, but they were all distinct and of the same size.
Each tea leaf was a long strip of one centimeter long and half a centimeter wide. There were countless lines on the tea leaves, like the meridians of the human body, messy, but attracting people's attention.
Old Master Cheng looked at the bag of tea carefully, and suddenly, his eyes widened, and his voice unconsciously rose several tones.
"This is... Golden Gourd Tribute Tea Root!"
"What!"
Mr. Cheng's words made the three disciples around him exclaim in unison, with disbelief in their eyes.
Golden Gourd Tribute Tea Root!
Golden Gourd Tribute Tea! What is Golden Gourd Tribute Tea? In the eyes of ordinary people, they may only think that this tea is expensive. After all, it was reported in the news that one hundred grams was priced at 350,000 yuan, and that was more than ten years ago.
A long time ago, this tea was specially supplied to the court. Later, as a second-level cultural relic of Yanxia, it has been collected in the Forbidden City. It was sent back to the South Province in 2007. At that time, the insurance amount for this tea alone reached 19.99 million, which shows how precious it is.
This tea is compressed and looks like a pumpkin. The center of this tea is called the root of the tea.
The root of the Golden Gourd Tribute Tea is not something you can buy with money now. Even if you pay 100 million, it is impossible to buy one gram!
Because this tea is not sold at all.
Cheng Kuang had heard from his friends a few years ago that whenever a country had a major diplomatic event, it would take out a little bit of Golden Gourd Tribute Tea root and pair it with Golden Gourd Tribute Tea leaves to entertain foreign guests.
Those who could be entertained by this kind of tea were all foreign ministers of some country, or even the top leaders of the country!
And now, in front of him, this bag that was the size of an adult's palm was full of Golden Gourd Tribute Tea roots!
"Where did you get this...?" Cheng Kuang took the bag of Golden Gourd Tribute Tea roots from Cheng Guang with trembling hands. He knew too well what this meant.
Zhang Xuan did not answer, but just glared at Cheng Kuang. This glare frightened Cheng Kuang so much that he shivered. He suddenly realized that he had asked too many questions. Since the other party could take out the Golden Gourd Tribute Tea root, where did this tea come from? How could he be qualified to ask.
Cheng Kuang trembled with his hands and was about to return the bag of tea to Zhang Xuan when he heard Zhang Xuan's voice.
"Accept the gift, and don't refuse it. Isn't there a test in your Cheng family?"
"Yes, test, test." Cheng Kuang nodded repeatedly.
The head of the Cheng family, a man who can cover the sky with one hand in Xixia Province, is now trembling in his heart. If the people present knew what Cheng Kuang was thinking, they would be shocked.
Although the people present didn't know what Mr. Cheng was thinking now, they could see that Mr. Cheng cared a lot about what the young man took out. It should be something very precious.
They looked at Zhang Xuan and then at the table of the Lin family. Some people speculated that this young man should be a gift on behalf of Cheng Qing. Cheng Qing seemed to be irrelevant, but how could he really give up the huge Cheng family business?
Zhang Xuan left Mr. Cheng with a smile and turned away.
Mr. Cheng was shocked. The young man who took out the root of the golden melon tribute tea was Sylvia Lin's husband. When did the Lin family climb such a big tree!
The Cheng family and the Lin family are old friends. Old Master Cheng has always believed that his family is much stronger and more prestigious than the Lin family. But now, he doesn't think so anymore. Because of the existence of this young man, he knows that his Cheng family is nothing compared to the current Lin family.
What kind of identity does a person who can take out such a bag of golden pumpkin tribute tea root have? Old Master Cheng didn't even dare to guess!
"Xiao Guang, sit down first." Old Master Cheng waved to Cheng Guang, signaling him not to stand.
Cheng Guang's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition, "Grandpa, you..."
"Sit down first." Old Master Cheng said again, and then his eyes no longer looked at Cheng Guang, but at the Lin family's table, and put it on Cheng Qing, "Qing'er, you rarely come back once, why don't you come and sit, are you still angry with grandpa?"
"Grandson dare not." Cheng Qing picked up a glass of wine and drank it, without showing any respect.
"Ah." Old Master Cheng sighed, "Back then, there were many misunderstandings between your father and I. He was a stubborn child. Not only did he leave home on his own, but he also caused suffering to you and your mother. So many years have passed, and my old bones are about to be buried in the ground. Even if there are any misunderstandings, they should be resolved. Please help me tell your stubborn father to go home quickly. After all, he is the eldest son, and the Cheng family will have to be handed over to him in the future..."