Chapter 858 Shocked to hear about the clan elders meeting
Come out of Qingcheng Entertainment Headquarters.
Su Mu made phone calls first.
There was something cold on the other end of the phone:
"Boy, what's wrong with you?"
Su Mu said with a smile:
"Uncle, are you busy, old man?"
Wang Changhe cursed angrily:
"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."
Su Mu said:
"I want to see him."
Wang Changhe was a little dissatisfied:
"The old man has been working for twenty hours straight and is taking a rest. Please don't disturb him. If you have anything to say to me, I can't solve it and I will convey it to you."
Su Mu smiled and said:
"No, it's urgent."
Wang Changhe paused and said calmly:
"Then let me ask you."
Two minutes later, Su Mu received a string of encrypted numbers on his mobile phone.
This is a coordinate.
After a major purge, the current situation in the imperial capital has finally stabilized, and it is naturally inconvenient for Su Mu to expose his whereabouts.
This is the tacit understanding between him and Su Yunkai.
If there is nothing important, he will go home directly.
But asking for instructions through Wang Changhe illustrates the problem.
Therefore, it must be handled according to the highest level of confidentiality.
There is a secret connection code between him and Su Yunkai that only the two of them know.
These codes represent the coordinate location. Only he and his grandfather know where it is. Even if others know it, they cannot decipher the correct location.
This is not a spy drama.
The heads of state of every major country in the world have their own set of intelligence channels, but the ones between Su Mu and Su Yunkai are just more advanced.
More than an hour later, Su Mu drove an inconspicuous black car into an alley and drove directly into a courtyard.
He parked the car and entered the garage, but he did not get out of the car.
A few minutes passed.
The entire garage suddenly and slowly fell silently.
What appeared in front of Su Mu was an underground tunnel.
We drove along the dim tunnel for more than twenty minutes.
Su Mu had already changed to another car, drove out from the underground garage of another building in the imperial capital, and merged into the traffic flow.
The car passed through most of the imperial capital and arrived at a certain old city in the west.
The whole area is full of old bungalows with gray walls and gray tiles, and old yards.
A few minutes later.
Su Mu appeared in the back garden of a certain courtyard.
There was a small tea pavilion in the garden. Su Yunqi was sitting on a hardwood chair, but there was a person lying on the chair opposite.
If it’s not Zhuo Buli, then who is it?
Seeing Su Mu, Zhuo Buli shouted with a half-smile:
"Headmaster, I heard that you are living a very cool life recently."
Su Mu walked up angrily and sat down on the railing of the tea pavilion.
No one even prepared a chair for him.
In the tea pavilion, there is a set of antique and exquisite tea sets on the small tea table, and a wisp of fragrance is constantly floating.
Su Mu was not polite either.
He poured himself a cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then said:
"Grandpa, prepare twenty or thirty kilograms of tea for me. I will use it a lot."
Su Yun opened the car and smashed the tea cup in his hand.
This kind of big red bag tea is extremely expensive, priced at 300,000 yuan per gram. It is priceless in the market and can only be found in the six thousand-year-old tea trees in the southeast.
Moreover, unlike other teas, Dahongpao is picked in June and July, but the best time to drink it is at the end of the year, in November and February.
This stuff is roasted slowly and slowly, which not only tastes good, but also maximizes its health-preserving effects.
Now is the best time to drink.
Lao Banzhang, who loves 88,000 people the most, is not even considered trash in front of this kind of tea.
As long as anyone is qualified to drink this kind of tea, it is no longer a question of tea.
A story happened in the Imperial Capital a few years ago.
There was a big tycoon from another province who organized a game in a high-end club, and then he showed off and boasted about how awesome he was. All the tea he drank was 88,000 old class seals, and he boasted with joy and saliva flying around.
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There was a very inconspicuous young man at the table. After hearing this, he couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and came to this rich man. In front of a large table of people, he stretched out his hand and opened his mouth.
Then he spit out a big mouthful of old phlegm.
He even held it forcefully and made the other person swallow it.
Before leaving, the young man smiled contemptuously:
"I just stole the old man's Dahongpao and drank it. There is still a little aftertaste in my mouth. I want you to try what is good tea."
When a rich man is humiliated, he cannot let it go.
As a result, that night, the rich man was so frightened that he fled. In the end, it was said that he emigrated overseas and never dared to come back again.
That young man was none other than Su Mu.
Those thousand-year-old tea trees grow on the cliff, with armed police standing guard around the clock, and they are dedicated to the inland sea. As Su Yunkai's identity, his quota for a year is only about ten or twenty kilograms.
Leaving aside those given as gifts and those treated as guests, the old man himself could drink very little.
In addition, there is a grandson who is worrying about me, so it would be a waste if there is nothing to do.
"If you want tea or not, just say it if you have something to say, and fart if you have something to say."
Su Mu smiled at Zhuo Buli:
"Brother Zhuo, look, someone is disrespectful to Headmaster Tianxing."
Su Yun opened his hand and shook it.
Zhuo Buli didn't even look at Su Mu, and said with a smile:
"Is your skin itchy?"
Su Mu quickly flattered and said:
"I have great news. Hey, master, how are you going to reward me?"
In this world, only Su Mu knows who this obscure master is.
The anger will be repaid, and the eyes of the heart are smaller than the nose of a needle.
The people in the sect hated him so much that their teeth itched.
If you offend him, you must pay attention to the safety of yourself...and your wife.
Because if I'm not careful, my wife will lie down on her father-in-law's bed.
They will also be photographed and spread throughout the ancient martial arts world.
This is one of Zhuo Xian's most commonly used routines.
Not to mention that Su Mu still doesn't know Zhuo Buli's true strength until now.
Even if he could crush Zhuo Buli, the psychological pressure Zhuo Buli put on him from the time he was a baby until he was fifteen years old made him see Zhuo Buli like a mouse seeing a cat.
That thing cannot be explained by strength.
If there is one person in this world that Su Mu is afraid of.
There is and only Zhuo Buli.
Moreover, Su Mu had a feeling.
He couldn't fathom the depth of Brother Zhuo's strength.
Even when facing his grandfather Su Xuanji, he didn't feel this way.
Although he knew that Su Xuanji was definitely far more powerful than Zhuo Buli, Su Mu dared to fight Su Xuanji but not Zhuo Buli.
Zhuo Buli turned his head and glanced at Su Mu lightly.
Su Mu quickly smiled, then straightened his mood and said slowly:
"Feng Qinghuang is a member of the Elders Association."
Su Yun opened his hand and shook it.
The small egg-sized teacup in my hand clinked and smashed to pieces.
The teapot and teacups on the coffee table are a set, as thin as paper, and were used exclusively by emperors hundreds of years ago.
It is no exaggeration to say it is priceless.
What Su Yunkai can use to entertain Zhuo Buli must be his most valuable treasure.
This thing is probably the same thing in the world.
A tea cup was smashed and Su Yunkai was immediately heartbroken:
"My Chenghua Doucai!"
There was once a Chenghua Doucai chicken cup that was auctioned for a whopping 200 million yuan.
That is the emperor's royal wine cup.
Su Yunkai smashed this tea cup, but it was not inferior to that chicken pot cup.
When Zhuo Buli heard the words "Zong Lao Hui".
The tea cup he was holding in his hand also shattered with the sound.
Su Yunkai felt like he had been stabbed again:
"Master Zhuo!!"
My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
This pair of master and apprentice must have been sent by God to torture him.