Huhua President

"I just find it difficult to change a piano piece without expression and tempo marks into a violin piece with a g-string focus." Although she smiled, Lin Zhenhai could see a trace of stiff questioning, but she didn't understand it deeply. Ask, everyone should have memories that he doesn't want to mention. If he chooses to forget, why bother to care about it and pursue it hard.

"I'll take you to a teahouse later," Lin Zhenhai said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Teahouse? Is it very special?" Chen Fangrui asked. You must know that Singapore's teahouses are famous, so there is no need to fight for them.

"You will know when you go, I guarantee you will like it!" Seeing Lin Zhenhai's confident expression, Chen Fangrui nodded with half-belief.

The teahouse in Lin Zhenhai’s mouth is a small shop called Baoluo, which should be no different from a traditional teahouse. It’s a place where men often stay, chatting gossip, chatting about homework, listening to books, and watching pipa.

"Go in!" Lin Zhenhai took Chen Fangrui's hand to the single-room Accord upstairs, it was indeed very neat and clean.

Lin Zhenhai ordered a pot of Dahongpao, and Chen Fangrui felt that the atmosphere in the teahouse was indeed a little different, and the name was also quite strange, "Why is this teahouse called an all-inclusive teahouse? Does it mean all-inclusive?" She asked Lin Zhenhai .

"It seems that you really guessed it!"

Most of the guests in the teahouse were very excited, talking loudly, and arguing fiercely. Chen Fangrui looked through the gap in the door curtain, and they seemed to be dressed as scholars and politicians. Most of them were very elegant, and some even looked dressed gorgeous.

"The guests in this teahouse are quite unusual!" Chen Fangrui took off her hat and said.

"Hmm!" Lin Zhenhai opened the curtain, pointed to a man wearing a satin mandarin jacket with his back facing them, and said, "This is the famous tea merchant Hu Weizhong, and sitting next to him is a teacher of the Chinese Studies Department of Jurong City University."

Before Chen Fangrui was surprised, the person who came in from the door surprised her even more.

The person who came in, Chen Fangrui, never thought it would be Han Feng! "How could it be him?" Chen Fangrui asked Lin Zhenhai with a puzzled look.

"Why can't it be me?" Han Feng said while sitting in the chair, "I can be regarded as half of the owner of this teahouse, not to mention that Zhenhai and I have a very close friendship, and when an old friend comes, he should come out to say hello."

"This teahouse is the ancestral property of Han Feng's family. His father's generation is already the fourth generation. Back then, Kang Youwei's bus letter was held here, and it was quite famous for a while!"

Han Feng added some tea to Chen Fangrui's tea cup and asked without looking up: "Why are you free to come here today?"

"Take Fangrui around and think you're good here, so I brought him here." Lin Zhenhai and Han Feng's tone and expression are so familiar when they talk, it seems that it is not just as simple as an acquaintance and friend, it seems to be with Gongsun Yingwei I have never seen Han Feng let go like this.

"Okay, you two drink, I'll look elsewhere." Han Feng went out and put down the curtain, while Chen Fangrui was still staring at his back in a daze.

"You and Han Feng..."

"Are you asking about my friendship with him?" Lin Zhenhai interrupted her.

Chen Fangrui nodded. It seemed that during the last assassination incident, she felt that the relationship between the two was not so simple. Han Feng seemed to be Lin Zhenhai's confidant, close friend, or more identity, more important cooperative relationship.