I Sell Tea in Paris

Boss Yang carried and carried the goods on the car one by one and placed them next to the cabinet. Big beads of sweat fell off two lines in a row, but the workers were waiting in the shade of the tree at the door. In this summer when even the wind was calling him a fool, Boss Yang carefully opened the can wrapped in three layers of oil paper and pinched a handful of tea leaves inside: "It's good!" He turned around and smiled at everyone, "It's not open yet, so let's make some tea leaves and drink it. It's called Gypsophila, and it's a good thing!" In 1789, Chinese tea merchant Yang opened a tea shop in Paris. Recruited a French thief as a partner. I made a friend who was a British detective. Entertain some feudal princes. Got into some trouble.