"Oh, I'm jealous. President Shan never drinks my tea."
Failing to detect Yang Hui's sarcasm, Li Lei chuckled. "He's the boss, after all. Besides, what kind of good tea could you possibly have? I have plenty here that clients brought over, some worth over a thousand yuan a pound. Next time you have a chance to go out with President Shan, come to my place and have a taste."
He sneered. "No, thanks. I can't get used to tea that only costs a thousand a pound."
Li Lei laughed. "That's a strange thing to say. After drinking regular tea for so long, good tea should only taste better. How could you not be used to it?"
Yang Hui hated talking to idiots more than anything—it was such a waste of time. He waved a dismissive hand. "Let's go, Zhu Jing. We're getting something to eat."
With that, he turned and walked away. Li Lei was still talking to Zhu Jing. "Your boss is so strange. He can't even get used to good tea."
