The word "Qingfeng" was written in traditional Chinese on the box, and there were two burly bodyguards wearing sunglasses outside the door.

"Mr. Jiang, we're here." The woman bowed respectfully and left quickly, leaving only Jiang Peng and the two strong bodyguards in front of her.

The two bodyguards were both 1.9 meters tall. One was black and the other was white. Both wore sunglasses and suits, their suits held up high by their muscles.

The quality of these two bodyguards was much higher than that of Sanchez's bodyguards. Jiang Peng could tell from the calluses on the joints on the backs of their hands that they were definitely trainers or even veterans.

Jiang Peng had no doubt that these two people could send him to the west with just one punch.

Taking a tentative step forward, the two men immediately blocked the box door, one on the left and the other on the right.

"What do you mean?" Although Jiang Peng felt a little guilty, he still showed his momentum, stared at the two bodyguards, and asked.

The two bodyguards looked at each other, and the black man among them said, "hands up."

Jiang Peng immediately realized that he was going to be searched.

People under the eaves have to bow their heads.

Jiang Peng sighed and raised his hands.

The two bodyguards immediately began to inspect it carefully from top to bottom.

Seeing four generous palms groping his body, Jiang Peng felt strong discomfort. As a normal male, this feeling was really not good.

"ok."

Finally, after surviving the "torture", Jiang Peng's mobile phone, wallet, and chewing gum were all temporarily "confiscated."

After passing the inspection, the two bodyguards stepped aside. The white bodyguard among them gently knocked on the door three times, then opened the box door and tilted his head at Jiang Peng.

Jiang Peng coughed lightly, adjusted himself, and walked into the box.

As soon as he entered the box, a faint smell of incense came. Jiang Peng narrowed his eyes and looked at it.

The style of the private room is very Chinese, and the furniture is all mahogany.

The transparent kettle on the coffee table was boiling water, and a man with white hair was playing with the tea set on the coffee table.

The environment of the private room is elegant and peaceful. It is obvious that a lot of thought has been put into it. To be able to open such a teahouse in Dochai City, the boss behind it must be no ordinary person.

"How is this teahouse?"

"very good."

"Jiang Peng, Mr. Jiang, please sit down."

The speaker was Tsavo sitting in the main seat. Compared with the information Jiang Peng read, Tsavo now is slightly plumper.

If Jiang Peng remembers correctly, Tsavo should be in his fifties this year.

But he doesn't look old, and has plenty of hair. His white hair must have been dyed intentionally. He has a round face and big ears, like a Maitreya Buddha. When he smiles, there will be some wrinkles on his face, but there is no vicious look at all.

Tsavo is definitely not a good person, there is no doubt about it.

But at this moment, Jiang Peng actually felt a noble temperament in Tsavo.

This is a kind of temperament that can determine the fate of many people by staying in a high position for a long time.

There were only two people in the box. Jiang Peng hesitated for a while, then pulled out the mahogany chair and sat on it.

"Mr. Tsavo, I didn't expect your Chinese to be so good."

Tsavo chuckled, opened a jade box, picked up some tea leaves with wooden clamps, put them in a teapot, added hot water, and started brewing.

"Mr. Jiang Peng laughed. I have always liked Chinese culture and have been to China many times. I especially like the tea ceremony. So I made an appointment with Mr. Jiang to meet here today. Mr. Jiang Peng, I won't mind."
Chapter completed!