Chapter 772 Blood Tea

Lin Chunlan seemed to enjoy Jiang Han’s technique very much. When Jiang Han massaged her legs, she still didn’t forget to tease Jiang Han with her toes.

In fact, Jiang Han had an impulse in his heart to grab Lin Chunlan’s ankle and throw it out the car window.

After all, this little girl is too rough.

But Jiang Han knew his ultimate goal, no matter what, he still suppressed his inner reluctance.

After arriving at the teahouse, when Jiang Han saw the situation in the teahouse, he had some feelings about the Zhang family brothers and sisters.

Because there are people drinking blood tea everywhere in the teahouse.

This street is an old street, surrounded by teahouses, which can be seen everywhere. In addition to teahouses, there are also many restaurants, hotels, and bathing pools. According to Lin Chunlan, these places for people to rest There are also blood teas sold everywhere.

Blood tea has penetrated into almost all walks of life.

Of course, like many industries, this teahouse is also divided into grades and grades. High-end teahouses have a grand appearance, interior decoration, furnishings, and luxurious and beautiful furniture. They are divided into private seats and scattered seats. The interior furnishings are exquisite, and all kinds of furniture and utensils are available.

When the guests drink blood tea, there will be a special waiter to serve them. They can order food and drinks, and even ask girls to serve them, such as sitting in hot water, or doing tasks such as rubbing their backs and shoulders.

The Sanzao is a large room with separate beds and kangs, and there are small tables beside it. Not so comfortable anymore.

The mid-range teahouses have copper beds or wooden beds for guests to lie down and drink blood tea, but there are no waiters. If the guests are not too messy, they can also order wine and meals. This kind of teahouse is the most.

The low-end teahouses are shabby and messy. The dark room and the stale air are absolutely unacceptable to normal people.

Lin Chunlan said that in the Golden City, opening teahouses is an extremely profitable industry, and it can be said that it is making a lot of money every day, but not everyone can open it. Most of the teahouses are famous local Rogue bullies, that is, a group of people who eat black and white, they are inextricably linked with local officials, and to put it bluntly, they all have backers.

As long as the foreigners give enough money, they usually turn a blind eye.

Of course, if ordinary people open teahouses, it won’t take long before they can’t keep going and close down.

The place with the most teahouses in the Golden City is a few alleys outside the main city gate. This place is not far from the Great World, and there is an accommodation area next to it.

That’s why many women who come off work from Dashijie, sometimes if their pockets are tight, will come here to make tea for others to earn extra money.

Naturally, people like Zhang Manman don’t need to come here. She is an oiran and a popular actress, and she is not short of money.

The blood tea leaves in the teahouse are all handled by wholesalers. These people who wholesale cigarettes, on the surface, have legal livelihoods as a cover, and have a close relationship with the local police, and they all have a unified The signboard, that is, the alliance of the three tycoons was used as a cover.

Lin Chunlan glanced at Jiang Han, and she said: “This teahouse of ours is not only for people to drink tea, but also for supply. When customers want tobacco, it is all done by my staff. Delivery to your door.”

“Most of the tea drinkers are locals, although there are foreigners, but there are a few, Miss Chunlan does such a thing, it won’t feel…” Jiang Han slapped sideways.

Chunlan laughed and said, “Will I feel ashamed? Don’t make a fuss… Drinking tea is a kind of fashion nowadays, ranging from foreigners, dignitaries, literati, down to five elements and eight works. Ordinary people of all walks of life, drinking tea has already become an indispensable item in the social arena. When you go to discuss business and build relationships with people, you often invite them to a teahouse and talk about things while drinking blood tea, just like inviting guests to dinner today. Generally, if you don’t drink tea, people will think you are sick.”

“Pure sex.” Jiang Han went against his will for the summer vacation.

As Lin Chunlan walked ahead, while a group of people around were drinking tea listlessly, she also explained.

It is said that some upper classes and some literati in the Golden City are very addicted to tea, but it is inconvenient to go to the teahouse, for fear of losing their identity and face.

So these people’s homes have prepared tea and tea sets for themselves or guests to enjoy at home.

When rich people come to have guests, if they don’t provide tea sets for the guests to enjoy, they will be considered by others as a lack of etiquette and a lack of hospitality.

The homes of these people have high-quality blood tea leaves. It is said that the production process is complicated and delicate, and the people under Lin Chunlan will also deliver them to the door on schedule.

Once this blood tea is addictive, it is absolutely difficult to quit, and most people cannot do it.

When the tea addiction comes on, saliva, nasal mucus, and tears flow together, yawns constantly, the whole body is weak, sallow and emaciated, like a sick ghost. Once these people have no money to drink tea, in order to make money to buy tea, they often use unscrupulous means.

From the beginning of changing and selling the property, until the bankruptcy of the family, selling children and daughters, and finally having nothing, fending for itself.

After the shopkeeper brewed a cup of blood-colored tea, he smiled and said, “Brother Jiang, why don’t you take a sip?”

“Let’s talk about it later.” Jiang Han Said.

But at this moment, a man in ragged clothes came to the door of the teahouse. Take a sip! Tea dregs are fine too!”

“Fuck you, last time you bastard owed me five oceans and you haven’t paid me back, now you want to come over and pay on credit again?! Come on, Throw him out with a stick!” the shopkeeper scolded.

A few guys came up, just like catching a chicken, picked up the guy and threw it outside.

Let that man play and roll around, but the people around him just ignore him.

“Those women are.” Jiang Han said.

It turned out that in the corner of the teahouse, several women tied their hands and feet, bowed their heads on one side, looking very nervous.

One of the middle-aged women curled up in the crowd with a seven or eight-year-old girl in her arms.

The shopkeeper said with a smile: “That’s the family of the tea drinker. They can’t afford tea, so they mortgage their children and mother-in-law here, and return the half-baked tea. Dai Li hasn’t come up yet, so we have to send them all to the dark alley.”

The dark alley…

Jiang Han knew about it, after all, he went to ten When the young master’s house, one of the three Taibao’s, passed through that alley, there were some hard-working women in it.

(End of this chapter)