"Assistant Bai, come in and help me wash the tea set." During the afternoon work hours, while Luo Qingli was dozing off, Ye Xiangwan dialed the intercom on Luo Qingli's desk.
Luo Qingli rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up a bit before entering the CEO's office.
"This Wu Mountain Maojian tea really is fragrant but also really expensive. Two thousand yuan for just 50 grams, it's practically like drinking money! It truly pains the heart. But for the wealthy, they don't care about it. Even with money, it's not necessarily available for purchase; it's extremely sought-after." Luo Qingli muttered softly.
"Assistant Bai, do you know what kind of tea this is?" Luo Qingli's muttering was actually very quiet, but Ye Xiangwan still heard it.
"Ah?" Luo Qingli pinched her thigh, wondering why she had blurted out her thoughts. She said stiffly: "I once had the honor of being invited to try it, I remember the taste. It must be because it's so expensive!"
