Xuan Mo looked at the "talents" before him, his heart practically bursting with delight. These days, the one thing there was no shortage of was suckers with money and nowhere to spend it—or rather, investors. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, please calm down. Please, calm down. Let's sit down and have some tea first. We can discuss things slowly, slowly."
As he spoke, Xuan Mo somehow produced a complete tea set, conjured a stone table out of thin air, and began brewing tea right there without the slightest hesitation. His technique and bearing were so refined that anyone who didn't know better would have thought a tea ceremony grandmaster had descended upon them.
Wang Weiguo and the others exchanged glances. This kid really didn't treat himself like an outsider. Still, who could blame him, when he had such abilities? Just based on the Move Mountains and Fill Seas technique he had demonstrated earlier, never mind drinking tea—even if he asked them to work like oxen and horses for him, they would have to think carefully before refusing.
"Young friend, about that business you mentioned..." Feng Zhenghao couldn't help asking.
"No rush, no rush." Xuan Mo leisurely poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feng Zhenghao. "Have some tea first. I picked these Thousand-Year Snow Lotus petals from the summit of Kunlun Mountain. You can't drink tea like this anywhere else."
Feng Zhenghao accepted the cup and took a light sip. A refreshing fragrance immediately filled his heart and lungs, as if every pore in his body had opened. The comfort was indescribable. He had lived for most of his life and seen all kinds of treasures, but this was truly the first time he had ever tasted tea like this.
"Excellent tea! Excellent tea!" Feng Zhenghao