Su Chan looked at Cao Kefei's frantic, crumbling expression and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is it not right?"

Cao Kefei laughed through tears, a sound bordering on a sob. "Of course, it's not right!"

Su Chan was momentarily speechless. "But, that's exactly what you just told me!"

Cao Kefei stared blankly. "Me? How is that possible?"

Su Chan quickly turned her head to look upstairs, searching for backup. She called out, "Hey, didn't Manager Cao just say that 'Shangri-La' means enthusiastically pulling guests inside?"

Her voice was crisp and bright, and in an instant, all the little fox spirits poked their heads out, peering down. They chorused in unison, "Yes, Manager Cao said that! We all heard it!"

Cao Kefei looked up. Wow. That row of bright eyes, pearly teeth, and rosy lips was indeed a soul-capturing spectacle. The only discordant element in the lineup was the guest who had been forcibly pulled in; he too was peering out, his face etched with grievance, eager to catch sight of the instigator.

Cao Kefei quickly averted her gaze and offered a dry laugh. "Su Chan, this... this is a misunderstanding! Shangri-La is a name, it doesn't mean dragging guests inside. Besides... even if it did, you can't physically pull a customer in! Business requires mutual consent."

As soon as her words fell, the middle-aged guest on the upper floor immediately shouted, "Exactly, exactly! Let me go quickly, I can't afford the tea here!"

When the little fox spirits heard this, they were instantly displeased. They thought to themselves: A guest has finally arrived; how can we let him go? Absolutely not! At least let us make a sale first!

Ling Yue grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and said with a saccharine smile, "Esteemed guest, ah, no, sir, since you are here, be at ease. Why don't you stay for just one cup of tea before leaving, hmm?"

The other fox spirits also stepped forward, smiling sweetly, coaxing him to stay. When had this middle-aged man ever faced such a situation?

Every one of these little fox spirits was a budding masterpiece of beauty—some plump, some slender. When they turned on the charm, even someone with Li Yundong's willpower would struggle to cope, let alone this middle-aged man?

The man felt all the blood rush to his head, his face turning the dark red of liver. He stammered, "Th-then, just one cup?"

Ling Yue and the others rejoiced, clapping their hands and laughing. "Wonderful, wonderful! We can finally open for business!"

Su Chan was overjoyed, quickly scurrying back upstairs.

Cao Kefei looked up at the second floor, feeling only silent pity for the middle-aged man. She mused to herself: I, Cao Kefei, have been wrestling in the film industry for years, and I have never encountered so many naturally alluring beauties with such exquisite looks. Any single one of these young women would be more than most men could handle, let alone so many gathered together! In this scenario, if this fellow could still say no, he’d either be a Buddha or impotent.

Cao Kefei shook her head inwardly, then thought again: I originally came here looking for Li Yundong today, but who knew a single misplaced word would lead to this mess? If that little pest finds out how this happened, who knows how he’ll blame me... I, I had better leave quickly!

Cao Kefei quietly picked up her small purse and keys and tiptoed toward the exit.

At that moment, all the fox spirits were focused on the middle-aged man; no one noticed the originator of the problem preparing to sneak away.

Cao Kefei initially felt like a thief, creeping stealthily to the door, but when she saw no one stop her, she bravely turned back. She saw the middle-aged man upstairs completely lost in the intoxicating display of beauty. She muttered softly, "Good sir, you're on your own. This old lady is making tracks..."

With that, she darted out of the teahouse, jumped into her car, stepped on the accelerator, and vanished in a blur.

Upstairs, the middle-aged man saw nothing but a swirling vision of youthful, beautiful, and charming young girls. They bustled about, setting up the tea service and arranging everything around him with their nimble hands.

He looked around and saw that aside from the stunning beauty of the little lasses, the decor was incredibly high-class and stylish, exuding an air of ancient charm. It was clear the design was masterfully unique, the work of a true artist.

The man grew even more flustered. He thought: It seems I'm trapped today. I wonder how much a cup of tea costs in such a high-end establishment?

With that thought, he cautiously asked the most enthusiastic one, Ling Yue, "Excuse me, how much is a cup of tea here?"

Ling Yue blinked, then turned to look at the other fox spirits. They blinked back and turned to look at Su Chan.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Su Chan instinctively glanced downstairs for Cao Kefei's opinion, but when she looked, the space below was empty—not a soul in sight. Cao Kefei had long since vanished.

Su Chan inwardly groaned, but an idea struck her, and she smiled sweetly. "It’s very cheap, sir. What kind of tea would you like to try?"

Hearing the words "very cheap," the middle-aged man felt even more uneasy. He thought: Isn't that what unscrupulous vendors say right before they fleece you?

He tested the waters. "What teas do you have here?"

Su Chan's spirits lifted: I know this young lady! Counting on her fingers, she recited as if reading from a treasured list, "We have Junshan Yinzhen, and the highest grade of that, Yinzhen Baihao. Of course, if you don't fancy Junshan's silver needles, we also have Xinyang Yinzhen and Zhenghe Yinzhen..."

The young girl spoke fluently, laying out the tea set, her eyes fixed expectantly on the middle-aged man. "Sir, would you like to sample some Yinzhen Baihao?"

Su Chan was not only exquisitely beautiful and alluring, but her voice, soft and charming, carried a hint of intoxicating, soul-sapping sweetness. The middle-aged man was utterly mesmerized and nodded without thinking. But the moment his head moved, he regretted it and quickly followed up, "How much is it?"

Su Chan smiled sweetly. "Not expensive, not expensive! Very cheap!"

With that, she immediately motioned for the little fox spirits to boil water. Before long, when the water in the small teapot boiled, she took charge of brewing the tea without asking permission.

The girl had high innate talent and comprehension. She had learned some tea artistry by copying Ziyuan these past few days. Moreover, she was naturally a devastating beauty; even if she didn't know how to brew tea, simply sitting there would have lent the tea an extra layer of seductive fragrance.

As Su Chan brewed, she murmured softly, "Here, this is the finished Yinzhen Baihao. See how plump the buds are, completely covered in white down, standing straight as needles—it's genuine, isn't it?"

The middle-aged man stared intently at Su Chan and nodded. "Genuine, genuine!" He wasn't sure if he meant the tea was genuine or Su Chan herself was genuine. After nodding, he instinctively asked again, "How much is it, exactly?"

Su Chan was slightly annoyed by the repeated question and shot him a reproving glance. "Naughty! Always asking about the price. Tea appreciation is a very refined and artistic pursuit. Please don't fill it with the smell of copper, okay?"

The middle-aged man gave a sheepish laugh. "Yes, yes..." But inwardly, he grumbled with deep grievance: If it's so refined, why did you drag me in here?

Su Chan was oblivious to the man's internal complaints. She continued, "Look, the shape, color, texture, and charm of Yinzhen Baihao are unparalleled among famous teas; it is truly a treasure among teas, offering a unique flavor when tasted and steeped. Look how the silver light shimmers in this cup, the needles standing perfectly upright, like ranks of spears and halberds, rising and falling—isn't it beautiful?"

The middle-aged man craned his neck for a closer look. Indeed, he saw the tea leaves standing vertically in the cup, like a forest of long spears. He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

Su Chan smiled sweetly and brought the cup close to him. "It tastes even better than it looks!"

The man inhaled the aroma of the leaves, finding it wonderfully refreshing and invigorating. For a moment, he forgot his grievance of being forcibly brought in and the anxiety of potentially being fleeced. He immediately picked up the cup, blew lightly on the surface, and downed the tea in one gulp.

As the tea went down, the man's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Good, good tea!"

He instinctively reached for his wallet and said cautiously, "Now that I've finished the tea, you should let me go, right?"

Unexpectedly, Su Chan watched him gulp down the tea as if it were Ginseng Fruit devoured by Pigsy, and she immediately scolded him, "How can you drink tea like that! Besides, who only drinks one cup?"

The middle-aged man froze, lowering his hand from his wallet. He mumbled timidly, "Ah, I need to drink more?"

Su Chan pouted. "Of course! The first infusion isn't the most delicious. The first cup is like a virgin—tender, perhaps a little green, but the second infusion is the best. At that stage, the tea is like a young, alluring married woman, possessing the most captivating flavor that leaves one endlessly recalling it!"

With that, Su Chan brewed another cup and presented it to the middle-aged man.

Just listening to Su Chan speak made the man's imagination run wild, feeling a sense of intoxicating euphoria. He dazedly accepted the tea, this time drinking it slowly and carefully. After finishing, he smacked his lips and sighed, "The flavor is truly different!"

Su Chan smiled and beckoned the little fox spirits beside her, signaling them to change the leaves. As the man watched them replace the old leaves, he couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you changing the leaves already? It's only been steeped twice?"

Su Chan laughed. "The third infusion is like a woman past her prime. Although she retains her charm, the flavor is already stale and not suitable for entertaining guests."

Before the middle-aged man could fully process this, Su Chan smiled at him again. "You've had the Silver Needle. We also have Maojian. Among the Maojian, we have Xinyang Maojian, Maoping Maojian, Duyun Maojian, Huangshan Maojian. Sir, which would you prefer?"

The middle-aged man was stunned into silence. "Ah? I have to drink more? And how much does this Maojian cost?"

Su Chan glared at him. "Why are you asking about the price again?"

The middle-aged man quickly shrank his head back and forced a smile. "I was just asking casually!"

Su Chan's expression flipped from stern to delighted. "Don't worry, it's very cheap! We won't overcharge you."

Hearing those words, the man's heart pounded violently: Good heavens, the more they say that, the more exorbitant the final bill will be! Can I even make it out of this door alive today?

He watched as Su Chan, without further consultation, brewed a cup of Xinyang Maojian, and then brought over two more cups of tea.

The middle-aged man took a sip; the tea's fragrance was delightful, giving him a sensation of near-immortality. But no matter how wonderful that feeling was, the more he drank, the more anxious and terrified he became.

When Su Chan was about to prepare a third variety of tea, the middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back. He shot up from his seat with the noble, self-sacrificing air of someone preparing for execution, shouting loudly, "I can't drink any more! Unless you tell me exactly how much tea I've consumed!"

Seeing his unexpectedly firm stance, Su Chan's own momentum waned slightly. She thought for a moment and tentatively held up a single finger: "This much?"

Upon seeing the single digit, the middle-aged man's legs trembled violently, and he collapsed back into his seat, his face pale as he let out a choked sob. "O-one... ten thousand? Heavens! Are you trying to kill a man?"