Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

imperial capital.

Walking out of the Xizhimen Coach Station, Yang Zhu sighed slightly as he looked at the messy alley houses around him, and at the gray sky that was slightly smoggy.

Tsk, after all, I still made an appointment with that guy Yuehui Poyun to meet offline. As for whether it was because I wanted to buy a production line, or just to satisfy my curiosity, I might not be able to say clearly.

Stopped a taxi: "Master, go to Wangfujing Commercial Street."

After putting down the liberation bag on his body, Yang Zhu caught sight of the driver looking at him from the rearview mirror, and smiled: "Please take Xidan North Street, and then turn to West Chang'an Street; or go around Xuanwumen West Street. Half a circle is enough."

The face of the driver in the front row suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: "Little master has been to the imperial capital before?"

Yang Zhu nodded with a smile: "I've been here once or twice, but I'm only familiar with these two ways."

The driver's expression was slightly embarrassing, and then he concentrated on driving.

Yang Zhu also had no intention of chatting at all, just staring at the streets and buildings full of urban and rural atmosphere outside the window in a daze.

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After getting out of the car, Yang Zhu looked at the Wangfujing Commercial Street which was being renovated, frowned, then took out his mobile phone and dialed out.

After a while, a thin middle-aged man in a suit came over and called Yang Zhu to a coffee shop not far away.

Entering this obviously European-style coffee shop, a middle-aged man with a rather literary style greeted Yang Zhu to sit down and stretched out his right hand: "Hello, I am Yuehui Poyun, my real name is Qin Xin, the manager of Yuehui International Trade Co., Ltd." Boss one."

A harmless smile appeared on Yang Zhu's face: "It's a pleasure to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Liuqian, my real name is Yang Zhu, and I'm an employee of the Quancheng Soda Factory."

Tan Xin looked at Yang Zhu, who was young but had a faint taste of old fritters, and frowned indistinctly.

This guy... is it really the six thousand afterlife who spends all day talking on the Internet, laughing and cursing?

But even though he was a little uncertain, Tan Xin, the host, still had a smile on his face and called the waiter.

"Xiao Yang, look, what do you want to drink?" Qin Xin settled down the realistic address between the two without any trace. Since today is likely to be a business negotiation, it is always better to take more initiative of.

Yang Zhu didn't seem to notice it, and said to the waiter with a smile: "Whatever, see what you are good at, just come up and do it."

It has to be said that the service level of the current imperial capital still needs to be improved; the waitress glanced at the liberation bag beside Yang Zhu, although there was a respectful smile on her face, there was inevitably a trace of contempt in her eyes, and she used mechanical The voice said: "Okay, sir, we recommend you to drink Blue Mountain coffee for the single product here and Mocha coffee for the fancy style. Which one do you want?"

Feeling the contempt of the waitress, I was a little tired of this "classic scene"; after sighing, Yang Zhu looked at the waiter with a half-smile: "Oh? Blue Mountain Coffee, are you sure?"

The waitress probably knew a little bit about coffee, her face froze, and then her tone weakened: "Then I'll order you a cup of mocha?"

Yang Zhu glanced at the foreign barista on the bar in the distance, curled his lips: "Forget it, mocha is too sweet. Since your store can make mocha, then... let's have a cup of espresso."

After a pause, the corner of Yang Zhu's mouth was a little joking: "Remember to ask your foreign masters to show some real skills and do it seriously. If they don't do well... I will scold them!"

The waitress looked at Yang Zhu's expression suddenly changed, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead, and then she hurried to the bar and started muttering to her foreigner.

Qin Xin looked at Yang Zhu with interest: "It seems that Xiao Yang knows coffee very well."

Yang Zhu laughed: "How do I know what coffee is? I usually drink tea."

Qin Xin was a little disbelieving: "Looking at your appearance just now, it doesn't look like you don't understand."

Yang Zhu laughed: "A senior told me before that if you want to pretend to be aggressive in the coffee shop, you should put on an inscrutable expression and order a cup of espresso!"

Qin Xin was stunned: "And then?"

Yang Zhu shrugged his shoulders: "Then pretend to taste it, and then act like it's hard to accept~"

As soon as the words fell, the waitress brought the coffee up, and then looked at Yang Zhu carefully.

Yang Zhu picked up the coffee and inspected it, tasted it, frowned slightly, then showed a hint of disappointment, and sighed expressionlessly: "Forget it, that's it."

The waitress was embarrassed, but she bowed several times in a row to apologize as if she was being pardoned, and then fled away.

Qin Xin was dumbfounded: "This is also possible?"

Yang Zhu said with a smile: "The so-called tea has no unique taste, and the taste is precious; this Italian coffee is the same. When it reaches a certain level, everyone has their own technique and taste preferences. It is difficult to really comment on its quality. But there are definitely not enough good baristas in China right now.”

Qin Xin shook his head, and gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Sure enough, it's six thousand afterlife, and it's a trick to fool people."

Yang Zhu felt his wariness, and after laughing it off, he also had some headaches. This guy is obviously a firm master. If I want to persuade him to help get a production line that I want, I am afraid that many methods will not be available.

"By the way, Xiao Yang, what's the matter with you asking me out this time?" After chatting about some common topics, Tan Xin brought the topic down to something serious.

Seeing this guy pretending to be confused with understanding, Yang Zhu didn't hide it: "Hey~ It's not about the production line, I'm dissatisfied with Mr. Qin, I've found many people but I can't help it, no, I can only be generous again Has the face come to you?"

Qin Xin frowned slightly: "Xiao Yang, it is said that the two of us hit it off online, but anyone who is within my ability will naturally help, but... this matter is not easy to handle."

When Yang Zhu heard that he didn't refuse immediately, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that his hunch was right, and he found the right person.

"Oh? Mr. Qin, it seems that you have a solution, but I don't know... What's the problem?" Yang Zhu showed a hint of admiration at the right time, and then fell into deep doubts, as if he couldn't figure out what is wrong with this world. Something can stump such a powerful person.

Seeing Yang Zhu's expression, although Qin Xin guessed that this guy must be acting, he couldn't help feeling relieved: "Xiao Yang, although our Yuehui International Trade has a lot of business at home and abroad, you want We can also find the source of the concentrated reduced juice beverage production line; but..."