Every industry has its own rules.

Generally speaking, the Chinese New Year holiday lasts for five days, starting from the 28th day of the lunar month until the 3rd day of the Lunar New Year.

Furthermore, there are many rules in hotels.

Because cooking is held on the New Year's Eve, some restaurants will push their opening dates to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

Of course, if you are doing business on your own and your family is not short of money.

For example, pawn shops and antique shops usually wait until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to open.

As for the one that opened on the second day of February?

To be honest, there are relatively few.

Because those who choose to open on this day are either using the dragon's raised head to suppress something, such as corpse-bearers, papermakers, etc., they will open on this day, because they need to use the dragon's energy to disperse

Dead air.

The other type is those who take the killing route, such as the ancient darts, martial arts halls, etc.

They opened on February 2, the day when the dragon raises its head, because they want to take advantage of the dragon energy on this day to express that in the new year, they will move forward bravely like a dragon raising its head.

Mr. Hong’s shop is a milk tea shop.

Although it does not have a history of hundreds of years, it can be regarded as a time-honored brand in this street.

But even for the old tenants of Wutong Street, at most they only know that Hongji Milk Tea Shop was not a milk tea shop before. As for what kind of business it was?

No one asked, and no one cared about it.

The man in front of me is not simple. Since the other party has revealed Mr. Hong's identity, it means that he is a member of the ancient martial arts circle, and his identity is very special, because the information about Mr. Hong is top secret.

No one who knows this news is simple.

The only troublesome thing is that it's not yet easy to tell whether the other party is a friend or an enemy.

So after a brief thought, the old man raised his eyebrows:

"Really want to drink?"

The bearded man nodded, with a smile on his face that made it hard for anyone to fault him: "Everyone says that visitors are guests. Hong Ji's family is considered to be a big one, so it's not like this rule is gone, right?"

"Boom!"

In a small shop of more than eighty square meters, the fan on the ceiling whirred, and the vegetable basket dropped to the ground with a dull sound.

After all, the old man is a master, and he still has some confidence, but he is temporarily confused about the other party's approach: "I wonder how old this guest is?"

Looking up at Mr. Hong, the bearded man said casually:

"I'm older than you, so just call me Mr. Guo."

Mr. Guo?

This is somewhat interesting. The word "sir" is not something that ordinary people can bear.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the old man's eyes flashed with thought.

Because in his impression, there seemed to be no such Mr. Guo, but this did not trouble the old man. He picked up the apron from the cashier and tied it on. The old man raised his head and glanced at the other person, and then asked:

"I wonder what flavor Mr. Guo likes?"

The bearded man's eyes were filled with memories. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I lived in a snowy area for a while when I was young, and the local butter tea impressed me deeply."

My surname is Guo. He is very strong. I would conservatively estimate him to be at the level of a grandmaster. He has been to snow areas when he was young.

His brain was running rapidly, and figures kept flashing through the old man's mind.

While brewing black tea, he said lightly:

"Sorry, Mr. Guo, I only have milk tea here, not butter tea."

In response to Mr. Hong's rejection, the bearded Mr. Guo shook his head with a plain look on his face:

"It's okay, just have a cup of tea to quench your thirst."

In five minutes, a cup of freshly baked milk tea will be ready.

Milk, black tea, and pearls cooked earlier in the morning.

Chen Changqing doesn't like pearl milk tea very much, but A Xue and May like it very much. Because pearls are troublesome to make, the old man usually boils a large pot of pearls for later use. Whenever he wants to drink, he just scoops out a spoonful of pearls.

As the milk tea was ready, the old man threw the half-used apron on the shelf at the cashier and walked over with the cup of milk tea:

"Mr. Guo, your tea is here. Please drink it after you finish it. I don't know why you came, but I am just the owner of a milk tea shop now."

There was a "click" sound.

The Zhibao lighter was blazing, and Mr. Hong took out a cigarette from the special small box.

Mr. Hong, who never smoked on weekdays, lit up his eyes at this moment.

As a puff of blue smoke sprayed out of his nose, the old man stared intently at Mr. Guo in front of him.

The sharp eyes are like a sharp knife, piercing the opponent fiercely.

The aura of the Grandmaster level is very strong. Although Mr. Hong is not a great Grandmaster like Chen Changqing, what he lacks is not the "Tao", but insufficient physical strength to deduce his own path. This is also a problem that troubles most Grandmasters.

Because in this world, treasures of nature, materials and earth are too rare.

Even a monster like Chen Changqing will be killed by this level, let alone Mr. Hong.

Just facing Mr. Hong's sharp eyes, Mr. Guo's eyes were calm and fearless, and he calmly drank the milk tea in the cup with a look of approval: "The tea is good, the taste is light but not dissipating. Do you have a family?"

The old man frowned and stared at the other person:

"I was romantically involved when I was young, but unfortunately I had no heirs."

He was not sure how strong the bearded man in front of him was. The only thing he knew was that he was unfathomable.

However, the next moment, the bearded man's words made Mr. Hong's face change slightly:

"It seems that you have a good relationship with your apprentice."

With a raised brow, Mr. Hong's expression changed a bit, and he pretended to be surprised:

"Can this be seen?"

The bearded Mr. Guo shook his head. He was born with a big frame.

Even when sitting on a chair, it still feels like a terrifying giant beast.

But I don’t know why, but the other person’s face looked a bit unhealthy and sickly.

Facing the old man's question, the bearded man casually placed the milk tea on the table and explained with a serious look:

"It's not about watching, it's about drinking!"

"Everything in the world has its own rules. For example, when you see ripples on the lake, you will subconsciously think of the wind. From your tea, I taste the taste of family. Are you waiting for someone? Is it your apprentice?"

Subconsciously frowning, the old man curled his lips, looking a bit regretful and self-deprecating:

"He won't come today."

If others saw the regret and sadness in the old man's eyes, they would probably say "don't let waiting become a regret."

But the bearded man shook his head, looking unmoved:

"It's not important. What's important is that you have him in your tea."

Taking a deep breath, the old man couldn't help but frown, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes:

"I have a normal relationship with him. Since you investigated here, you must have discovered that he rarely comes here."

However, the mysterious Mr. Guo shook his head and directly exposed Mr. Hong’s lies:

"People's feelings are mutual. If you have him in your tea, he will naturally have you in his life. I think you should know very well that you can't deceive me with this kind of thing."

After he finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on the bearded man in front of him.

In an instant, the atmosphere became solemn.

It felt like two armies were at war, a dangerous and serious confrontation. A domineering and strong breath rose in the old man's body. With a deep breath, the cigarette held between his fingers was crushed:

"Does it have to be this way?"

The bearded man shook his head and stood up.

Sitting on the chair before, this mysterious Mr. Guo gave people the impression of a giant beast, but now when he stood up?

He is a full two meters tall, with a thick frame and thick beard, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Even Mr. Hong's eyes couldn't help but look a little more solemn.

As Mr. Hong finished speaking, Mr. Guo stood up and shook his head, with a look of regret:

"I'm sorry, this matter has nothing to do with you, and it actually has nothing to do with your apprentice, but the world is like this, and no one knows what will happen in the future. People are like this, and countries are like this. The world is full of unknown dangers everywhere.

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Chapter completed!