Dozo America

When the plane landed in Beijing, Zhen Fan's itinerary was not kept secret because he had to cooperate with the promotion of several brands. When he was at the airport, he was surrounded by reporters and fans. The airport had to send extra security to ensure Zhen Fan's safety.

There were not many people at the airport to pick him up. There were only Feng Daran, Cheng Hu, and a sales deputy general manager sent by JL Automobile, who introduced himself as Qin and Jianhua.

Reporters swarmed in, desperately trying to squeeze in, but were stopped by the security guards. They could only hand over the microphone from afar and ask questions loudly, trying to attract Zhen Fan's attention, but Zhen Fan remained silent the whole time.

, and Kristen was not prepared to answer any questions, so the two of them were always under the care of security.

After getting into the car that Feng Daran and the others drove, Melissa sat in the passenger seat, urged the driver to drive, and left the airport in a hurry. However, Zhen Fan smiled the whole time and waved and interacted with the fans, which actually won their support.

cheers. So when Zhen Fan’s car left, they all applauded to see him off.

"I have arranged a unique reception banquet for you!" Feng Daran and Zhen Fan are old friends. He did not politely greet Zhen Fan and said directly, "There are not many people, just a few of us. I guarantee you will like it when you go."

That place.”

Zhen Fan smiled. Since Feng Daran said yes, the place must be good. Feng Daran is quite picky, so what he likes must be good. He smiled and said: "If you say so,

I’m really looking forward to it.”

The car drove around the city a few times and then entered an alley. There was a courtyard in the alley. It looked like a Taoist temple. Someone actually built the Taoist temple into the alley. When Zhen Fan got off the car, he couldn't help but

I couldn't help but feel surprised. It seemed that the owner of this Taoist temple must be a rich and powerful person in the capital. Or he had a close relationship with a powerful person.

After a few people got out of the car, Feng Daran led them in. At the door was a little boy dressed as a Taoist boy, wearing a Taoist robe. He was a little boy of about six or seven years old, wearing a hat, and his eyes were rolling. He looked quite happy.

I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh, it seemed really interesting.

After entering, there is a three-story building inside. From the outside, it looks like a Taoist temple. There is a man dressed as a Taoist priest at the door. He looks to be in his seventies or eighties. He does not take a whisk or beat his head.

.When he saw Feng Daran and Cheng Hu, he laughed and stretched out his hand,

The three of them shook hands and said hello to each other, and nodded to Melissa and the vice president of jl as a greeting. The vice president of jl also nodded repeatedly, with a smile on his face, as if he had received a great honor.

De. Melissa had that professional smile on her face.

After the greetings were completed, the old Taoist priest walked up to Zhen Fan, and then solemnly gave Zhen Fan a standard Taoist priest's bowing ceremony. With a serious face, he said: "The poor Taoist Qing Yuzi has bowed his head!"

"Zhen Fan!" Zhen Fan smiled and dodged slightly. Instead of accepting Taoist Priest Qing Yuzi's bowing ceremony, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with Qing Yuzi. Qing Yuzi was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake Zhen Fan's hand.

He shook his hand and looked at Zhen Fan with some confusion. Without saying anything else, he led Zhen Fan and others in.

After entering, I realized that there was a different world. The decoration of the house was very exquisite. There was only a portrait of Chunyangzi above the lobby. This was not a Taoist temple, but a hotel. Inside, stood a slim waitress wearing a cheongsam with her white thighs exposed.

Some waitresses walked across the hall from time to time, which made Zhen Fan burst into laughter.

When Qing Yuzi saw Zhen Fan's expression, he couldn't help but lead them upstairs and said with a smile: "My Taoist inheritance is a Taoist, even that Lu Chunyang is. The Taoist ancestor who cultivated Taoism and became an immortal is an informal person.

A person of trivial matters, drunkenness, sex and wealth

He was a man of equal temperament and had the ambition to conquer the world. As a descendant, I did not inherit any of his achievements, except for his wine, sex and wealth. I opened this 'Tao Restaurant', and my friends in the capital gave me face.

It’s still relatively prosperous.”

Zhen Fan laughed when he heard it, and then said: "It's very good, and it suits my taste. I like it. When a man walks in the world, he should have a lot of wine, sex, and wealth. I also admire Chunyang Daozu very much."

"As he said that, he followed the man and strode upstairs.

After Qing Yuzi walked to the third floor, he led several people into a private room. This private room was very elegantly decorated. The wooden windows and doors were carved with patterns and painted in dark sandalwood, which looked antique. The walls

Hanging on it is a sentence from the poem "Flowers in the Rain" written by Chunyang Taoist Patriarch: Penglai is willing to accept the immortal's move, but who knows how to meet the immortal guest.

The table here is also the Eight Immortals table, which is square. The stools placed there are also stools. There are two people sitting on one side and eight people sitting on the four sides, which exactly corresponds to the number of the Eight Immortals. Qing Yuzi invited everyone to sit down and asked Zhen Fan and

Kristine was in charge, and she sat on the side to accompany her. Melissa and JL's deputy general manager Qin Jianhua also sat on the side. Cheng Hu and Feng Daran sat at the bottom, opposite Zhen Fan and Kristine.

sit.

Christine was somewhat interested in this kind of table and seats, and looked at them from time to time. At this time, Qing Yuzi clapped her hands, and suddenly the door of the private room opened, and a group of charming waitresses wearing cheongsam and exposing their thighs left carrying dishes.

When I came in, a table was immediately filled.

They were all mountain side dishes, with some exquisite venison, black goat and other game meats, and a catfish soup. The aroma suddenly filled the entire private room, making Feng Daran and Cheng Hu couldn't help but twitch their noses.

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Another waitress brought a bottle of wine. Zhen Fan looked at it and couldn't help but laugh. It turned out to be his h?c?d. This kind of wine rarely comes around because there are not many sold in the United States. Many people

After they were auctioned, they were all treasured, so Zhen Fan couldn't help but laugh and looked at Qing Yuzi.

When Qing Yuzi saw Zhen Fan looking towards him, he smiled and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhen's wine is very famous, so I tried my best to get two bottles. I drank one bottle by myself, and there was still half of it left. This bottle has not been opened yet.

, just waiting for you to come over and open it. Xiao Feng and Xiao Cheng are both good-mouthed people."

Qing Yuzi said, opened the bottle of wine, then poured it for everyone personally, raised the glass and said: "It's rare that a distinguished guest is here today. I've finished this bottle of wine. I still have half a bottle. If it's not enough, just use me."

I can use Taoist Temple's Guxu Wine as a substitute, but it's just not as good as Brother Zhen's wine."

As soon as several people clinked their glasses, Qing Yuzi drank it all in one gulp. He drank the same thing as he drank white wine. Cheng Hu, Feng Daran and Qin Jianhua also drank one gulp after another. Zhen Fan looked at Chris.

Ting and Melissa, obviously he knew that Westerners like Christine and Melissa rarely drank like this.

Who would have thought that Christine also raised her wine glass, raised her head, finished it in one sip, and then looked at Zhen Fan and smiled proudly. The meaning is obvious, even I drink like this, don't underestimate me! Meili

The same goes for Sha. He drank one cup at a time without any ambiguity. Zhen Fan was speechless for a while, and then he drank it all. Qing Yuzi quickly filled up the cup for everyone.

Qin Jianhua couldn't sit still and refused to let Qing Yuzi pour the wine. He had to pour the wine for everyone. To be honest, he was already a little flattered to be entertained by Qing Yuzi, and Qing Yuzi also

Don't argue with him, let him carry the wine bottle and pour wine for everyone.

After two rounds of drinking, everyone only talked about the food and drinks, and didn't talk about anything else. Even Qin Jianhua, the vice president of JL, didn't dare to say much. They just drank, and Zhen Fan didn't talk about anything else. He just talked to everyone.

Talking about wine and food slowly started to get messy. There was nothing substantial, it was just nonsense.

A bottle of wine couldn't stand up to this kind of drinking, so I finished it in a while, and then I took half the bottle from the old Taoist priest. After two rounds, I finished it again, so I took another Taoist priest's Guxu wine, which was pretty good.

, it is white wine, the alcohol content is not high, about 30 degrees, but Kristen and Melissa are not used to it.

But I still gritted my teeth and learned to drink it one cup at a time. Fortunately, this wine is no better than blended wine or high-grade pure grain wine. It has a soft entrance and some aftertaste, which is not too difficult for the two ladies.

After finishing the drink, the old Taoist priest wanted to arrange a massage room for Zhen Fan and the others. Cheng Hu and Feng Daran readily agreed. Zhen Fan had no choice but to follow the local customs and let the old Taoist priest make arrangements. However, he did not expect that the old Taoist priest was seventy or eighty years old.

He also understands this kind of enjoyment, and judging from his body, he is quite strong, so he can understand it.

The massage room is on the second floor. Two ladies arranged one room, one for Zhen Fan and the old Taoist priest, and one for Feng Daran, Cheng Hu and Qin Jianhua. After the arrangements were made, the beautiful waiters led people into the room.

Then they all put on their massage uniforms and started massaging everyone.

Zhen Fan knew that the old Taoist priest must have his own ideas for this arrangement, so he remained silent and did not take the initiative to talk to him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on enjoying the massage service of the beautiful woman.

After more than an hour, the beauties had finished massaging the two of them, and they were so tired that they were sweating a little and breathing heavily. The old Taoist priest waved his hand and asked them to leave. He turned over and

Zhen Fan faced each other and said with a smile: "How do you feel, Mr. Zhen? The waiters here have been strictly trained. They can identify acupoints very accurately and have moderate strength!"

Zhen Fan also turned over, lying face up to the sky and said with a smile: "Not bad, this is probably the only one in the capital, there are very few such good techniques!"

When Qing Yuzi heard this, he was very proud and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm not bragging. I am the only one in the capital that is the most authentic. Uh... I have a doubt in my heart. I wonder if Mr. Zhen can clear it up for me?"

"You want to ask about Taoism?" Zhen Fan smiled. The old Taoist priest finally couldn't help but talk in this direction, so he nodded and said, "Ask, I'm afraid you already know that I am a Taoist.

Yes, just seeing you hiding h?c?d, I know you can sense the Taoist energy in it!"

The old Taoist priest nodded quickly, and then said to Zhen Fan: "This... wine was really brewed by you yourself? Including the vitality of this Taoist family is also you..."

"Yes!" Zhen Fan nodded and said, "Is there any problem?"

The old Taoist priest immediately stood up, walked in front of Zhen Fan in a few steps, knelt down and said: "The old Taoist has been the best in practicing Taoism in his life, but he has failed to get the point after studying all his life. He still can't get started, and he has only practiced some superficial skills.

I have some Taoist vitality, but it is very thin. Please teach me, sir. I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Zhen Fan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, why did someone appear to be a disciple again? Are people nowadays, both in the East and the West, addicted to apprenticeships? (To be continued...)