Not to mention others, Su Mu would never have thought of it.

Old man, just have fun.

After kneeling down and kowtowed, Su Mu then sat opposite Su Yunkai with a smile. He grabbed the teacup without hesitation and poured himself a cup of tea.

Drink it dry in one sip.

Then he sighed with an intoxicated look on his face:

"Three hundred thousand, gone."

This top-quality Dahongpao, produced on six thousand-year-old ancient trees in Wuyi in Southeast, has not much annual output and is also classified into grades.

Su Yunkai's level naturally needs to drink the highest level.

If you really want to talk about money, a gram of tea is 300,000.

And this is the friendship price.

People who can really get this kind of tea will never sell it.

Three hundred thousand?

One million gram will never be sold.

This is not a matter of money, it is a matter of status and energy.

Therefore, the preciousness of this thing can be imagined.

But even Su Yunkai would not drink this kind of tea as boiling water every day.

The total output of this kind of tea is only more than 100 kilograms per year. If he divides it into his hands, it would be nice to have more than 10 kilograms of it.

Su Yunkai glared at Su Mu and said lightly:
Chapter completed!