When Song Wen came to the other side, he adhered to the principle that the visitor was a guest, and it was not easy for Huang Guoliang to speak outside, so he invited him inside to make tea.

Making tea has always been a way for people in Nanzhou to treat guests.

A cup of clear tea, the fragrance of tea is lingering.

Huang Guoliang put the tea made by Song Wen to his nose and smelled it, then took a sip, nodded, and said, "No, good tea. Is it Wuyi Dahongpao?"

In the 18th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, the son Ding Xian went to Beijing to take the exam. When he passed by Wuyi Mountain, he suddenly got sick and had unbearable abdominal pain. He happened to meet a monk from Yongle Zen Temple in Tianxin. The monk took the Dahongpao tea he had stored and drank it with him. The pain stopped. After passing the top scorer, Ding Xian came to thank him and asked about the source of the tea leaves. After learning that it was picked from three tea trees in Jiulongke, he took off his body and wore Dahongpao three times around the tea tree, and draped it on the tea tree. The tea leaves were green and red as red as fire by Dahongpao. When people saw it, they called Dahongpao. So since then, the tea trees and the tea produced were all called "Dahongpao".

The tea produced in Dahongpao was sweet and mellow. It smelled like it and brought the fragrance of osmanthus. Ding Xian liked it very much, so he took it back to the capital in tin cans. After returning to the court, he happened to the queen get sick and hundreds of doctors were ineffective. Ding Xian took out the can of tea and offered it to him. After drinking it, the queen gradually became healthy. The emperor was very happy and gave it a piece of red robe. He ordered the top scholar to go to Jiulongke to put it on the tea tree to show his favor. At the same time, someone was sent to take care of it, and all the teas were collected and made for tribute, and he was not allowed to hide it privately. From then on, the Wuyi rock tea Dahongpao became a tribute tea exclusively for royal enjoyment, and the reputation of Dahongpao was spread by the world.

Because Dahongpao is rare, in the early days of liberation, zhèngfu personally sent the People's Liberation Army to manage and then transferred it to the local farm. For more than 30 years, the farm has sent reliable workers to specialize in guarding and managing. Every year, 3-4 leaves are picked to open the noodles and fresh shoots, and then dried green, cool green, make green, stir-fry green, stir-fry green, stir-fry green, re-kneaded, roasted, pick, pick, re-roasted, re-roasted, and re-fired. The best annual output of Dahongpao finished tea is less than one pound.

Of course, the Dahongpao that Song Wen brewed was not the tea trees located in Jiulongke, Wuyi Mountain, but were later cultivated as the mother plant with those tea trees. Besides, he couldn't afford it. At the auction of the 7th China Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao Tea Culture Festival in 2005, 20 grams of Dahongpao mother tree tea was sold at a sky-high price of 208,000 yuan.

Now I can’t buy it even if I have money, because Wuyishan has decided to implement special management of old tea trees and stop picking Dahongpao mother tree tea to ensure its good growth.

However, the Dahongpao that Song Wen soaked is also good now, and they were all picked from the descendants of those mother trees. Although the taste is not as good as that of the mother trees, it retains the taste after all.

This tea was given by Chi Wannian when he came. Song Wen felt it was good and took it out to make it. Otherwise, he used to use tea bags, which were made of powder made of the leftover branches of tea leaves. The tea bag tasted good, because they were all branches picked up by good tea, and the taste was similar to the taste of good dishes. The most important thing was that it was cheap, only ten yuan per pound. Anyway, he had no requirements for tea, as long as it was not bad. Now, if there was good tea, I would brew it, and then continue to brew his tea powder after brewing.

After hearing Huang Guoliang's words, Song Wen nodded and asked again: "Uncle Huang, if you have anything to do, just say it. Can I help me as much as possible?" Why do you say that he and Huang Xiaojun are also friends.

When I heard Song Wen call him Uncle Huang, Huang Guoliang always felt a bit like he was calling him a weasel, but now it sounds like he is calling him Uncle Huang, which feels good.

Huang Guoliang did not respond to his words, but just looked at him.

After a while, he patted his shoulder and grinned, "Good boy, I didn't expect you to manage trees too. Even the two dying trees that Lao Qiao family and Zeng Xin can cure. It's really nothing to say. You guys have a future."

Song Wen curled his lips, feeling that this was old-fashioned, and then he thought that something was wrong. He knew it was normal for him to manage the tree for Chi Qiaosheng, because Huang Xiaojun was his niece, but how did he know about managing the tree for Zeng Xinyong?

"How do you know that I gave Zeng Xinyong a tree?"

"Hmph, no one in Nanzhou City now knows that you have managed trees for him. Yesterday, the guy didn't know what crazy he was going on. He called people everywhere to see his treasure tree, and said that it was you who cured it. It seemed like the whole world knew that it was you who cured it." Huang Guoliang said disdainfully while drinking tea.

He is a bear, why did he tell others?

Song Wen cursed secretly. People say that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, so he belongs to this type. He feels comfortable at home, so why do you do to manage trees for others? Is it tired or not? It’s not that I have no money to spend. At the beginning, I had to tell Zeng Xinrong that he should not tell people that he was managing trees. Now that he is famous, it may not be a good thing. Just like now, this guy in front of me is probably because of the tree.

"Do you know Zeng Xinyong too?" Song Wen asked strangely.

"Who doesn't know him? This guy has been selling trees everywhere in recent years and has made a fortune. I don't know how many people are jealous. I heard that I have climbed up a high branch again, otherwise there would be no order for this small-leaf sandalwood tree? After the accident of this tree, I don't know how many people are waiting to see him laugh at him, so I hope he will pay for his money and buy his foundation. I didn't expect it to be destroyed by you."

"These people are too immoral, so what about this?"

"Or what, who wouldn't be jealous of rich people? I'm also jealous of them. I said why didn't I get lucky to dig a small-leaf sandalwood tree? We don't ask for the same thing as him, it's okay to be thirty centimeters!" Huang Guoliang said regretfully and enviously.

Song Wen looked at him with disdain and said, "It's just a broken tree, as for you to be so jealous?"

Huang Guoliang almost got angry to death.

"The broken tree, you and I will never spend all the money sold for that broken tree."

"Impossible?" Song Wen said in surprise.

Huang Guoliang felt that telling him this was simply playing the piano with a cow, so he didn't want to continue talking. He took a sip of tea and asked, "How much has Zeng Credit given you?"

"It's too vulgar. It's all the best you can give me. What's the point of saying?"

"You are not vulgar, otherwise why are you making money? You are afraid that others will know?"

"What's there to be afraid of? It's not a lot." As he said that, Song Wen compared his fingers.

Huang Guoliang looked at one of his fingers and said tentatively: "One million?"

"It's almost the same when you go to rob the bank, two zeros or ten thousand less."

When Huang Guoliang heard this, he slapped the coffee table with his palm and was furious: "Ten thousand? Zeng Xin raised that bitch, so he would be embarrassed to take out this little money? No, I have to talk to him, and at least he would have to spit out a million." As he said that, he took out his cell phone and wanted to call.

Not to mention Song Wen’s relationship with his niece, he would not let him suffer any loss by curing his elder brother’s stomach problems. Besides, he had something to ask him for help.

When Song Wen saw it, he quickly stopped him.

"Uncle Huang, no, really no, thank you."

"Do you know how much that tree is worth?" Huang Guoliang said to Song Wen.

"Don't know?" Song Wen shook his head.

Huang Guoliang compared a finger.

"Ten million?"

“Add another zero.”

"One hundred million? Isn't it possible?" Song Wen's eyes suddenly shook when he heard this.

"How is it impossible? This is my rough estimate. If I have to see that it is not only the price. You must know that rosewood is a product of sandalwood, and small-leafed rosewood is also a product of jing. The so-called "ten sandalwood nine empty" is rare. This time, Zeng Xin used his luck to dig a 40-centimeter small-leafed rosewood. I don't know how many people would envy. Moreover, the small-leafed rosewood grows slowly, only three centimeters thick every hundred years, and only a hundred or even thousands of years can it grow into a vegetarian. Forty centimeters have never heard of it. It can be regarded as a rare gift from heaven. Forty centimeters grows only three centimeters a hundred years. How many years does this small-leafed rosewood take to grow like this?"

"Three centimeters, forty divided by three, almost equals thirteen, plus two zeros, good guys have been there for thousands of years."

"The old rosewood that has been alive for thousands of years is not available in the country and even the world. In other words, the value of this tree is not only the tree material itself, but also the intangible assets brought by the reputation of this millennium small-leaf rosewood."

"What famous assets does Yike Tree have? You're thinking too much, Uncle Huang."

"I think too much?" Huang Guoliang said, pointing to his nose.

Song Wen glanced at him and thought to himself, isn't that the case?

Huang Guoliang saw his expression and said sadly: "You! Like Xiaojun, they are not business-related information. When Xiaojun graduated from university and went home to study planting orchids. When he saw that no one bought it, he actually rode a tricycle to sell on the street. You said that every girl's family had never done rough work, and she stepped on a pile of orchids to sell on the street with tender skin and tender flesh. It was so shabby to see it. If it weren't for Chi Qiaosheng later, with his help, her company would have collapsed long ago, and she would have met her orchids online on her orchids who were full and had nothing to do?"

Song Wen didn't expect that when he changed the topic, he talked about Huang Xiaojun, but he was a little curious and asked, "What Orchid Net?"

"It's a flower lover exchange website she created, called Xiaojun Lanhuawu."

"Oh." Song Wen nodded, thinking that he could go and take a look another day.

Huang Guoliang glanced at him, glanced at him, and thought to himself that the purpose of his visit today was considered a matter of his own.

"By the way, what's going on with the intangible asset you just mentioned?" As he said that, Song Wen became interested in the small-leaf red sandalwood tree.

"Think about it, that little-leafed red sandalwood tree that has been for thousands of years can be said to be unique. If anyone buys it back and planted it at home, his status will invisibly soar? Now that people are rich, they want to tell others that they are rich. This tree is not luxurious, but elegant, just in line with the wishes of those people. Besides, with this tree, no one will worry about borrowing money from others. At worst, he can dig out the tree. So this tree is not just a tree, but also a Feng Shui tree that accumulates wealth. Do you know?"

Song Wen glanced at him and thought to himself that he could blow it. A broken book could make it a Feng Shui tree that attracts wealth and treasures.

However, after hearing his mouth full of words for a long time, he still didn't know what he was here for, so he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Huang, what do you want me to do for you?"
Chapter completed!