I'm not the underworld

Chapter 62 Purple Cloud Pavilion

The teahouse is located on the second floor in a relatively quiet street. From the side of the alley, Chen Yifan who appeared at the entrance of the teahouse lobby immediately attracted the attention of many customers.

At this time, the people in the teahouse were either middle-aged men in suits or leather shoes, or elderly people in casual clothes. All of them had ruddy complexions, square foreheads and wide eyes, and it was obvious at a glance that they were all rich and powerful.

"Sorry, little brother, did you go to the wrong place? Our Ziyun Pavilion only accepts members." Before Chen Yifan walked in, a young man in a teahouse uniform rushed over and reminded him politely.

Although the young man was polite, his words inevitably meant seeing off guests.

Chen Yifan never knew that there was such a place in Longshui County. It looked like a quaint tea house, but it was still a membership system?

"That's right, Qiu Yuan asked me to come to Ziyun Pavilion to look for him!" Chen Yifan spared his head and said, then took out his mobile phone: "Wait a minute, I'll ask again."

At this time, after hearing his words, behind the ancient inn-like counter on the left side of the entrance, an old man in his fifties wearing taupe loose casual clothes looked over.

The old man's name is Sun Qin, and he is the owner of this teahouse. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looks gentle, but most of the guests in this teahouse know that this Sun Qin was a ruthless person when he was young.

One of the three major groups in Longshui County was established by him alone, but later he left the gang to his son Sun Yao early and opened a teahouse for the aged by himself. It was also through the convenience of the teahouse that he made friends with many people from all walks of life .

Hearing Chen Yifan's words, Sun Qin hurriedly came out from behind the counter, raised his hand and pushed away the clerk in front of Chen Yifan, and asked Chen Yifan respectfully: "The little brother is talking about Qiuyuan, but is it Daoist Qiuyuan? Elder?"

"He belongs to the Southwest Taoist Association. I don't know if he is an elder or not." When Chen Yifan heard that someone recognized him, he put down the phone he hadn't had time to dial, and looked up.

"Since this is the case, it seems that the little brother is indeed the person that Qiu Yuan is waiting for, please follow me!" Sun Qin raised his hand to lead the way.

"Thank you!" Chen Yifan thanked him politely, and followed Sun Qin into the room.

Qiu Yuan was not in the lobby, but in a private room.

There is an elegant ancient painting hanging on the wall in the middle of the private room, and there is a tea table in the middle. There are three people sitting around the tea table, talking about something.

Qiu Yuan sat on one side of the tea table and took the lead, while another man and a woman sat on the other side of the tea table.

When he opened the door and came in, the man and woman turned their backs to Chen Yifan, he could only tell from the clothes on their backs that they were a man and a woman.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Qiu Yuan who was facing the door suddenly raised his head.

When Sun Qin saw it, he was ready to explain.

But before he could say it, Qiu Yuan got up and turned out from behind the tea table, and came to Chen Yifan respectfully.

He lowered his head and said, "Senior! I'm sorry, I was waiting for you here, but I received a call from them halfway, asking for my help. I have a little friendship with their old master Mi, so I let them come here first."

Because Chen Yifan was only sixteen and suffered from long-term malnutrition, his original height was only 165.

He started practicing kung fu recently, and his stature has grown rapidly, and now he is only about 168, which is a bit shorter than Qiu Yuan.

Qiu Yuan leaned over and lowered his head to talk to him, really staring at Sun Qin and Qiu Yuan's two guests.

What is the identity of this plain-looking boy?It was worth Qiuyuan's humble waiting.

Could it be, which Flying Dragon is from the expensive place in the capital?

That's not right, Qiu Yuan called this kid a senior, but it doesn't make sense at all!

Could it be, is it an expert disciple who came out of a deep mountain and an old forest?

Looking at Chen Yifan's rustic attire, is it possible?

So, looking back, a man and a woman at the tea table, wearing a black gauze dress, a white pearl necklace, solemn makeup, a graceful and luxurious woman with an elegant temperament could not help but ask curiously: "Grandpa Qiu, where did this little gentleman come from?"

Hearing Qiu Yuan's explanation, Chen Yifan raised his head and glanced at the two people at the table.

A woman in her twenties, with a strong scholarly temperament, is very attractive.

But look at her clothes and jewelry, which are very expensive at first glance. They are people who are usually not dare to get too close when you meet on the street.

Next to the woman is a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s, with a dignified face in Chinese characters and a well-knit suit. He also looks like a successful person. Judging by his age, he looks like the woman's father.

But seeing how respectful he was to the woman beside him, he should not be the woman's father.

"It's okay, anyway, I'm just here to get the money, so I'll leave!" Chen Yifan looked away and said to Qiu Yuan.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the mouths of everyone present twitched again.

Came to get money from Qiu Yuan?Take it and leave?He also said it so directly and confidently, isn't it a bit arrogant!

"Since the senior is here, why don't you sit down and have a rest, look at the money, do you want a check, a transfer, or cash, or..." Qiu Yuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Chen Yifan's words, so he nodded and asked.

"Transfer the money!" Chen Yifan said, and then told Qiu Yuan about his online banking.

"Senior, please sit down, I'll transfer the money right away!" Qiu Yuan invited Chen Yifan to sit down at the tea table.

"No need, I'm leaving now!" Chen Yifan didn't know how to drink tea, and when he saw that Qiu Yuan had transferred the money to him, he waved his hand, turned around and walked out, making Sun Qin who brought him in stunned.

"Senior! Sit down and chat before leaving!" Qiu Yuan shouted hurriedly, he wanted to ask Chen Yifan for advice.

"No, you can receive guests!" Chen Yifan shook his head without stopping.

Originally, it was Qiu Yuan who begged Bai Lai to invite him to come and sit down, otherwise he would just send the transfer account number over. Now that he has guests, Chen Yifan has no intention of staying.

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"Why did this kid just leave?"

"Hey, let me just say it! Such a young boy, how could he know Daoist Qiu? Was he driven away?"

"Tsk! Boss Sun took him in personally. I'm afraid it will be troublesome now. Isn't it boring to lie to Boss Sun?"

Walking to the lobby, seeing Chen Yifan coming out alone, several men in suits who were discussing business in the lobby couldn't help laughing and discussing.

Of course they had heard of Qiu Yuan's name, but in their identities, they didn't have the chance to come forward and say a word.

Seeing Chen Yifan, a yellow-haired kid who opened his mouth to look for Qiuyuan as soon as he came, and let Sun Qin bring him in, he felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing him come out now, he felt a little gloating.

Soon, though, they stopped laughing.

After reacting, Sun Qin hurriedly chased him out, took out a membership card from the counter, caught up with Chen Yifan and said, "Mr. Chen, this is our Ziyunge membership card. You are welcome to come and have a seat whenever you have time!"

"No, I don't know how to taste tea. I think you have some good tea here, right? It's a waste to drink it for me." Chen Yifan glanced at the wealthy guests in the lobby and shook his head.

"It's free!" Sun Qin insisted on stuffing the membership card into Chen Yifan's hand, and smiled.

He didn't know Chen Yifan's identity, but since Qiu Yuan respected him so much, it must be worthy of friendship.

(End of this chapter)