Chapter 808: A true craftsman is worth supporting!

"Zong Jian." Gao Leng picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Mr. Jian. The smelling cup was buckled and handed it to him: "To what extent do you want your tea to be?"
"Hey, it's not what I thought, I can do it. To be honest, I'm so bad." Mr. Jian shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand to take out a handful of unsoaked wild Yunnan tea on the coffee table. , Chewed it in his mouth, and a big man’s eyes turned red and said:
It’s a pity, the real wild tea of ​​ancient species, the wild tea preserved in various places, the ancient method of fried tea, will be lost, lost. That's it!"
"Chief Jian, have you learned all the productions from various places?" the old lady asked.
"Of course not." Mr. Jian shook his head and spread out his hands with a bitter smile. He saw that his entire palm was slightly black, revealing the astringency of tea, and it was full of calluses. Now an owner who runs a teahouse, his hands There are not many cocoons. Most of them wear Buddhist beads and sip tea with books. His hand looks at the hands of the tea roaster: "I inherited the craftsmanship of all kinds of wild tea planting, picking and roasting tea in our Yunnan region, as well as our fermented tea craftsmanship. Teas in different places have their own merits, real old tea Everyone is a craftsman, and those who practice hard in winter and endure the scorching heat in summer, why is this craft so easy to learn?"
The real old tea man, but one of the few craftsmen in the empire, there is no one who walks.
Nowadays, there are almost no young people who are really willing to inherit the craftsmanship of these old tea people. They are bitter and tired and do not make money. It is better to fake Dahongpao, who is not competitive in the market.
"But I have found ancient tea seeds from all over the world, and I also know how to grow them. I have also met a lot of old tea people who are still alive everywhere." Mr. Jian sighed, "I originally wanted to use the imperial tea , Do a good job, I want people nowadays, people who understand tea to know our good tea, we are born and raised in the ancient way of making tea, although the yield is not high, but the taste is different. Unfortunately..."
It is a pity that Jianzong is ambitious and has taken action, but he is overwhelmed by today's impetuous market.
It is more than Jianzong who is flooded? What is submerged is the tea art of the Yangyang Empire for thousands of years.
A smile appeared on Gao Leng's face, and Mr. Jian's answer made him very satisfied.
"If your teahouse can't go on, what are you going to do?" Gao Leng asked again.
"I won't give up tea if I can't go on." Mr. Jian turned his face to ignore the high cold, but his inciting nose reflected his inner sorrow and stubbornness: "When I am poor, I will go back to my hometown on the mountain and continue to grow tea. Stir-fried tea, this craft is not lost, I let my son learn it, my grandson learn it! They don’t learn it, I break their legs and I want them to learn it! Some things can’t be measured by money, I don’t have the ability to develop this craft. , And must not be lost! This is my dream."
Many people have dreams. In order to dream of running on the road, like a fool, fell, climbed, fell and climbed again.
Jianzong didn’t make some fakes in front of the market like other people. In fact, he could choose another way, while operating his good tea, and at the same time making some fakes that others could not see, just like other teahouses. Well, at least maintain operations. Someone will always taste his good tea.
But he was unwilling.
Stubborn, Jianzong is extremely stubborn in this regard. In his eyes, a good tea is a good tea, and a bad one is a bad one. There is no room for adulteration. Such people seem destined to be eliminated by the market.
But now impetuous people often overlook the most important point: true tea masters are extremely stubborn and persistent in making tea.
It is precisely because of that perseverance, that stubbornness, and the arrogance that is not like that of today's mass market, that makes him a master.
Follow the market? It is precisely because too many people conform to the market that the imperial tea has lost its reputation internationally. It is precisely because too many people conform to this impetuous market that so many craftsmen have lost their craftsmanship.
Gao Leng looked at the stubborn and sad tea maker Jian Zong in front of him, and was moved in his heart, and a voice rang in his ears: Such a craftsman is worth supporting.
"I don't believe it, good things can still be buried?!" Jian Zong's eyes burst with a firm light: "My generation can't carry forward the real good tea of ​​the empire. I keep this technology, one day, one day Some people will think of the real good tea of ​​our empire, and someone will make traditional handmade tea with a small amount!"
"Yes, good things will not be buried." Gao Leng laughed and stretched out his hand: "Jian, you don't have to wait until ‘one day’. Just today, I brought you a project, please accept it."
When President Jian heard this, he was stunned. He quickly stretched out his hand to hold Gao Leng's hand, but he couldn't respond and asked: "Why, President Gao...Does your company want to order our tea?!"
Good companies often have an investment in tea reception, and the customer list of the company is an excellent list for teahouses.
"No, ordinary companies can't afford your good tea." Gao Leng shook his head, and Mr. Jian's face became darker when he heard it. He also knew that his handmade tea was the best tea, and companies would generally not buy it. Entertaining people are private possessions or gifts of tea.
"My friend has a party, buy you some tea." Gao Leng said.
"Oh, that's it. Thank you." Mr. Jian felt disappointed, but he still said gratefully: "Zong Gao can think of my teahouse business. Thank you so much. What kind of tea does your friend want? I offer a 30% discount on the cost price. "
"What is your best tea?" Gao Leng asked.
"Many, there are rare top-level wild teas everywhere." If you can say that the top-level tea, it is of excellent quality.
"how much is it?"
"This..." President Jian hesitated and gritted his teeth: "The top ancient species Mengding yellow bud, I have 50 grams, 300,000 yuan, the price of other top teas is almost the same."
After a while, Lao Diao almost squirted a sip of tea in his mouth.
Three hundred thousand and fifty grams? !
"Mr. Gao, in fact, friends don’t need to use my top-quality tea to entertain customers. After all, this is the kind of tea that I personally fry with an old craftsman. It takes only a dozen grams throughout the year to become a top-quality tea. If your friend is a VIP, use us Ordinary ancient species are also very high-end. They are all fried by me personally. They are sold in teahouses for about one to two thousand small pots. If you want, I will cost you."
One, two thousand and one small pot sounds very expensive, but it's really not expensive for tea tasters.
Mr. Guangjian’s hand-frying cost is very high, not to mention the value of this old tree, and he basically loses money.
"In this way, if you bring all your top tea, you can figure it out. I guess it will be sold out at the banquet." Gao Leng said aloud after thinking about it.
"Sell...sold out?!" Mr. Jian’s posterior molar almost flew out in shock: "This is the treasure of my town shop. I have accumulated ancient tea left over for many years, and it adds up to several million. The value of it is all my belongings. No, it is all the belongings passed down from my ancestors!"
"Yes, it's probably not enough." Gao Leng nodded: "You said that one or two thousand can make a pot, so let's make half a million quick cash."
"Five...ten thousand?!" President Jian was stunned and immediately dumbfounded.
"Five hundred thousand is not enough." Gao Leng shook his head and thought for a while: "I have to give it away, one million, plus your top ancient tea, it's probably enough."
This is equivalent to moving out the entire Jianzong store.