After Qin Anyi left Wang Yiran's community, she took a taxi and called Weidong. After learning that Wei Dong's father, Wei Qinghai, was still working in the municipal party committee building, he told the driver his destination.
Wang Yiran had already greeted him in advance. Wei Qinghai should have known that he was going to see him today, and he probably would not have arranged other meetings to take up his time. Just thinking about it made him feel that he was really awesome, making all the squad leaders in the city look up to him.
Wait, this kind of treatment is not too high.
Sitting in the back seat of the taxi and looking at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, Qin Anyi's mind was still filled with the scenes of yesterday's battle with Miura Daichi.
Now that I think about it carefully, there is really no merit in the entire battle. Apart from the successful sneak attack at the beginning, Qin Anyi basically did not show any other advantages.
Even when one of Miura Daichi's legs was temporarily disabled, he was only able to suppress the situation, but was unable to turn his advantage into a victory.
This made Qin Anyi a little alarmed. He had always believed that skills were not important and that only strength was the overriding foundation. However, after the battle with Miura Daichi, Qin Anyi knew that his idea was wrong.
Although power can overwhelm everything, skills can often turn decay into magic!
If a person's power is ten, then through powerful skills it is even possible to exert the power of twenty!
Just like Miura Daichi's sword-drawing technique, when the last move of Four Directions Slash was executed, Qin Anyi clearly felt a kind of confinement that he could not resist at all. With the exquisiteness of Miura Daichi's sword-drawing technique, Miura Daichi was at least as good as Gao him.
It is possible to win even when strong players of different levels fight against each other!
If Miura Daichi hadn't held up his power and used the sword-drawing technique when he was at 100% power from the beginning, he would definitely be the one who died now!
It's just that... if I want to learn skills, ordinary fighting skills are not within the scope of consideration at all. At least it must be a forbidden skill that can mobilize all the energy and spirit like the sword drawing technique.
There should be someone inside the Dragon Riders with this kind of secret... Once the affairs of the Tianxia Group are settled, let's go back and ask Yiran.
While I was thinking about it, the taxi had already parked on the street outside the municipal party committee building.
Qin Anyi paid the fare, walked to the guard room and said his name and the person he was looking for.
After a while, after receiving a notification from the guard room, Shen Hongbing walked out of the municipal party committee building.
"An Yi, you came quite early. Let's go. The secretary is waiting for you in the office. He is very happy to know that you are coming to see him." Shen Hongbing greeted Qin Anyi enthusiastically and led Qin Anyi into the municipal party committee building.
Several guards in the communication room looked at Qin Anyi's back with stunned expressions, and they all speculated about Qin Anyi's identity.
This was the first time that they had seen Shen Hongbing, the first secretary of the municipal party committee, be so close to others. Even when facing other members of the Standing Committee, Shen Hongbing would always treat them with a reserved smile, not to mention that this was a person who only looked like this.
Young people like students?
"An Yi, the secretary is waiting for you inside, so I won't go in." Shen Hongbing took Qin Anyi outside Wei Qinghai's office and knocked on the door, then opened the door and let Qin Anyi in.
"Uncle Wei is so excited." Qin Anyi entered Wei Qinghai's office and found that Wei Qinghai was not sitting at the desk, but on the sofa playing with the tea set on the coffee table opposite, and seemed to be making tea.
The room is full of fragrance, this tea is really the best tea.
Wei Dong sat on the side with an upright posture, as honest as a good student.
"Haha, if you have nothing to do, just make some tea. Great people have taught us that we can do it ourselves and have enough food and clothing. There are many things that are completely different when you do them yourself and when others do them for you."
Wei Qinghai smiled and said: "Sit down and try my skills."
Qin Anyi bowed and sat next to Wei Dong. Wei Dong immediately winked at Qin Anyi. However, Qin Anyi turned a blind eye and calmly thanked him and took a cup of tea from Wei Qinghai and took a sip.
"Well, not bad, the aroma is refreshing, the entrance is sweet and smooth, and the texture is quite good. There is an aftertaste in the throat. This is the authentic Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain. I'm afraid it was picked from the six mother trees, right?" Qin Anyi smacked his lips and praised.
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"Oh? An Yi still has research on tea?" Wei Qinghai's eyes lit up and he asked curiously: "There are really very few people your age who understand tea. Like you, you can tell with just one sip of taste.
It’s the first time I’ve seen such a variety.”
Qin Anyi smiled slightly and did not explain anything. The strange knowledge in his brain is not memorized in vain. If anyone in the world has the broadest knowledge and knows the most fields, Qin Anyi says that no one dares to recognize him.
First.
The accumulation of millions of books of all kinds is definitely no joke.
Although he still lacks some practical experience, from a purely theoretical perspective, Qin Anyi is definitely a master-level figure in many fields.
"These tea leaves are indeed picked from those six mother trees. A friend of mine gave them to me. They only gave me two taels in total. Take advantage of your tea leaves today and let the boy Wei Dong have a taste. Even though they are chewed by cows.
Peonies, he can’t taste good or bad either.”
As Wei Qinghai spoke, he also passed a small teacup to Wei Dong.
"Dad, what you said is wrong. It doesn't matter whether you drink or not. What matters is whether you have drunk or not. The mentality of Chinese people has never been about whether they understand these things. It just depends on whether others don't have these things.
They have." Wei Dong shook his head and took the cup, and followed Qin Anyi's example and took a careful sip.
But just like Wei Qinghai said, except for the slightly bitter taste, he didn't understand anything about it.
"Haha, picking and selling Dahongpao from the mother tree has been banned. A few years ago, Dahongpao from Kowloon Nest appeared on the auction market, and a mere 20 grams of tea sold for a sky-high price of 200,000 yuan. Who is your friend?
But it's unusual. The Dahongpao produced by the mother tree in a year is less than one pound, so he just gave you two taels."
Qin Anyi took another sip and said leisurely.
Weidong next to him was startled and almost dropped the tea cup in his hand: "An Yi, what are you talking about? This thing costs 10,000 yuan per gram?"
"That was a few years ago. At that time, Dahongpao from Kowloon Nest could still be seen occasionally on the market, but now it has completely disappeared, so it is no exaggeration to say that this thing is a priceless treasure now."
"Damn it, I'd better stop drinking." Weidong said as he put the teacup in his hand directly back on the coffee table.
Although he is not short of money to spend, he does not have any too extravagant habits, especially tea. If he drinks a few hundred yuan a pound, he will not feel it is a waste at all, but if he drinks a drink worth ten thousand yuan a pound,
It really made Wei Dong feel uneasy.
"He's worthless. He just drinks it when he takes it out. If he doesn't drink it into his stomach, he's just a dead thing even if he has one million grams per gram." Wei Qinghai scolded him.
"Yes, the so-called price of this thing is just what everyone puts up. As long as money can buy things in this world, they are not truly valuable things." Qin Anyi smiled slightly and said.
"Okay, what you two want to say, just say it quickly. Don't always use me as a buffer. Sooner or later, I will be stabbed to death by you." Wei Dong rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"Haha, An Yi, are you interested in the idea I mentioned before?" Wei Qinghai stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.
[Author's digression]: Ahem, the update is finished, I am guilty. The website has been upgraded, and I have just been able to access the author's backend... I bow.
But since I skipped work on Saturday in the middle of working overtime and ran home to update, please forgive me.
Bow again, after updating, I will continue to work hard overtime... All the children who work overtime on Saturdays were KFCs with broken wings in their previous lives...