When Nanny Fang comes back, her face is clearly refined the makeup. Though the eyes are slightly reddish, the glasses is enough to hide. She stops me from taking off my clothes and gently telling me: “Just wear it.” And she tells the sales lady to cut off the trademarks for me, and then ignores my objection to throws my original dress away.

“Now you are going to go up to meet the guests with me, do you have to carry a bag of old clothes?” I feel her indifference seems to have been deliberately and reluctantly made, as if it has just inadvertently revealed a mood fluctuation, for fear of being seen through, deliberately with double indifferences to cover it up.

I am a little reluctant, but I know that the suit I am wearing is enough to buy dozens of my previous.

Then we go to the 24th floor and walk out of the elevator to see that it is an integrated SPA salon club for recreation and entertainment. It occupies the whole floor.

She is obviously a frequent client here. As soon as we enter, a manager-like person greets her and leads us in respectfully.

All the way through a lounge, inside it is a music café corner, occupying a corner of the building. The closed floor windows completely block today’s wind outside, but there’s plenty of light inside. This place is not too big, with only a dozen tables and sofas. Couple of well-dressed men and women are sitting there. At first glance, most of the people seem to be the rich women. Do not know whether they are really rich women or the canaries kept by the rich men.

“What do you think of this place?” She finds a four person seat near the corner, and then she sits down next to me.

“Rich people’s paradise.” There is no mood in my tone.

“You are right, but not fully.” She whispers, “Strictly speaking, this is a paradise for wealthy women. This is the city’s best SPA and fitness center, although there are leisure and recreational programs for men either, but overall, 90% are female customers. Most of the men who come here are accompanying with their female companions.”

By this time a waiter has come, stops in front of us and says in a respectful voice: “Miss Fang, you come? Would you like to rest for a while first, or?”

“Have a rest first.” Nanny says lightly, “I’m waiting for some guests.”

“OK.” The waiter’s smile is very professional, “So, do you and this gentleman need anything to drink?”

“I’m the always.” She says, and looks at me, “What do you want to drink?”

I touch my nose and thinking of to see the menu. She sees my embarrassment, smiling, “You can drink coffee. The Blue Mountain coffee here is good. It can’t be drunk outside.”

When the waiter leaves, she looks at me and asks: “What’s up? You don’t like coffee?”

I shake my head: “No. But it’s just the Blue Mountain coffee. Any café shop has it. Why did you say I can’t drink it outside?”

She is looking at me and smiling.

To tell the truth, it is the first time she is showing such a smile from the deep side of her heart since I have met her rather than a deliberately reserved smile. The indifference on her face has been swept away. Looking at her smile, as if a thousands years of glacier has been melted under the spring breeze, and the indifference that has been deliberately made has vanished in an instant! The tempting amorous feelings of her eyebrows make me feel like I can’t help adoring.

When she notices that I am looking at her, the smile on her face converges. She sighs and says, “OK, I’ll explain it to you. You will accompany me for many occasions in the future. I need to avoid you to make others laughing.” Then she says, “Do you think Blue Mountain coffee can be drunk everywhere? It seems that you are just like most of the young people.”

Then, with her explanation, I realize that I just really made a joke.

Blue Mountain coffee comes from Blue Mountain in Jamaica, and of course, almost all cafes shops write this name on their menus.

However, few people who like to pay a high price to drink these Blue Mountain coffee in the cafe shop every day know that all they drink are the fakes!

Blue Mountain coffee is famous all over the world, but Blue Mountain in Jamaica is such a place that its output is limited. How many coffee shops are there in all large and medium-sized cities in our country? How many teahouses then? How many people drink the so-called Blue Mountain coffee every day? What a huge amount of consumption it is!

Is it possible?

She tells me a surprising fact: Jamaica has never exported Blue Mountain coffee beans to our country at all!

The Blue Mountain coffeebeans, which are assigned to our country by the international coffee organization, are actually very few!

The whole country, there are only a few big cities, in a certain number of very high-end café shops, there are selling the truly Blue Mountain coffee! There are less than ten in the whole country.

So, the “Blue Mountain coffee”in almost every cafe shop on the market, what are they? Ninety-nine percent, coffee beans are produced elsewhere. And, ridiculously, most of them are cheap substandard products.

Most of so-called white-collars, so-called petty bourgeoisie, so-called fashion young people, just read a few petty bourgeois sentiment sour articles, the pursuit of fashion, the pursuit of so-called style, to drink the “Blue Mountain coffee” as a fashion. In fact, they are all fooled!

“You think there are hundreds of cafes and teahouses in every city, and every one of them are selling the so-called “Blue Mountain Coffee”. If it’s true… Hum! Even if all Jamaica’s annual output of Blue Mountain Coffees are exported to our country, it is still far from enough.” Speaking here, the waiter has already brought the coffee.

Looking at the brown liquid in the beautiful cup in front of me, I can’t help laughing bitterly.

I often play cards and chat with my friends in the teahouses, and occasionally I would order Blue Mountain coffee. But I never thought that what I used to drink are all fakes.

Nanny’s two fingers twists a silver spoon, stirs in the cup twice, the finger naturally forms an orchid finger gesture, very elegant taste. She watchs me drinking, then says with smile: “How do you feel? The specialty of Blue Mountain coffee is sweet, sour and bitter, the three tastes are mixed very subtle.”

I review the taste, sigh, and smile honestly. “I’m sorry, I can’t figure out the feeling you said. To be honest, in my mouth, any Blue Mountain coffee is no different with Nestle in a bag. It’s tasted all the same.”

She is really amused this time, and her smile is more intimate: “Your words are very honestly.”

I shrug my shoulders: “It’s not honesty, it’s just a simple fact. I am not a so-called petty bourgeoisie, nor will I be a snob. Can’t is can’t, no shame.” After a pause, I smile and say, “In my opinion, drinking coffee is no good than drinking tea, and drinking tea is no good than drinking water.”

She covers her mouth and smiles, then takes a deep look at me and says, “I’m feeling that you are very interesting.”

After a while, she asks, “Do you know how to play billiards?”

“You mean snooker? Or Side Pocket? I all know a little.” I nod, “My level is OK.”

“Well, what about the cards? You know Yumi, you should be familiar with all kinds of casino games?”

I nod.

“Good.” Her smile fades and she says seriously, “There will be two guests, a man and a woman, and I will accompany that woman to do SPA. As for you, your task today is to play with that man in the entertainment Center nearby.”

After a pause, she cautiously adds, “I don’t care what you do, you have to lose, and don’t lose too much. Better close the score!” She explains, “If you lose too much, the other side loses interest in the game because it is not challenging. You have to keep him interested, and at the same time let him win! ”

I nod, but her subsequent words make me a little nervous.

“Chen Yang, don’t think it’s easy. That man’s level is very high… And it is said to be an honorary member of a professional club.” She repeats again and again, “Remember, you can only lose, you must not win! But you must not lose too much! Remember! Remember! Remember!” She’s probably not very sure about me and adds a word finally.

“If you mess up, you’re dead!”

Interestingly, be stared at by this kind of natural glamorous woman, eyes clearly should be full of the threat of killing, but with no reason it just become into the charm… I feel pretty cool.