Chapter 25: Poverty Limits Imagination
"Dong, this is for the old man." Qin Yi raised the two exquisitely packaged boxes of tea in his hand, which Liu Zhanyuan had just given him.
Dong Zhiping came back to himself, looked at the tea in Qin Yi’s hand, and exclaimed, "Cloud Mist Tea from Lushan, isn’t it a waste to let the old man at our house drink such good tea?"
"Uh..." Qin Yi was dumbfounded. How could there be someone who talks about their old man like that? But he could see that Dong Zhiping was not being disrespectful, just making a joke, so he smiled and said, "Is this tea really that valuable? I don’t really understand tea."
"Haven’t you heard? Lushan Cloud Mist Tea, an ounce is worth thousands. These two boxes have half a pound, worth at least a hundred thousand. Our old man is someone who pretends to know it all when he doesn’t know a thing about tea, just putting on airs. It’s truly a waste to let him drink this tea."
Qin Yi was shocked. He never thought two small boxes of tea could be worth so much money? It really showed the limits of his imagination due to his poverty.
"You didn’t buy this tea yourself, did you?" Dong Zhiping laughed.
Qin Yi nodded, "Liu Zhanyuan gave it to me. I didn’t know it was so valuable. Is it too late to say I won’t give it now?"
Dong Zhiping was slightly taken aback and couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
Qin Yi laughed and said, "Just joking. No matter how good the tea is, if you don’t drink it, it’s just some leaves. Only by drinking can it truly show its value."
"That’s an interesting perspective." Dong Zhiping nudged Qin Yi to move inside.