Mu Yang thought of his grandfather and uncle who liked drinking tea, so he could buy some to give to them. If he went to his uncle's house to play in the future, it wouldn't be good to go empty-handed, giving a can of tea leaves would be fine too. And as for his father, after walking around this store, everything was settled.

  Mu Yang's face showed a smile, and the shop assistant was a shrewd person. At a glance, he knew that Mu Yang had taken a liking to something, so he quickly stepped forward and said: "Look at these tea jars, the porcelain and ceramic ones were custom-made in Jingdezhen, and they are exquisitely crafted. You can even use them as decorations at home. And these tin, copper, and silver jars can better preserve the freshness of the tea leaves, with our 'Yuan Feng Run Tea House' logo on top. If you give them as gifts, they will definitely be impressive."

  Muyang nodded and acknowledged the shopkeeper's words, saying: "How many kinds of tea jars are there in total here."

  The boss is secretly complaining, okay? This customer comes in and only looks at the tea canister without even looking at the tea leaves. Who knows what his hobby is? But that's not what he should be concerned about. Even if the customer only buys a tea canister, it's still business, and now that business is tough, we can't afford to scare off customers.

  The shopkeeper counted and said, "Tin cans, copper cans, silver cans, ceramic cans, and pottery cans are all included. There are 45 kinds of tea cans in total." After finishing speaking, he looked at Muyang.

  "Alright, give me five of each. And make sure they're all filled with good tea leaves, not that inferior stuff." Mu Yang's large hand waved in the air, stunning the shop assistant.

  "Sir, do you really want so much?" The shop assistant said excitedly.

  "It's genuine, go get it quickly." Mu Yang said casually, since he had taken a liking to it, he really didn't care about the small amount of money.

  The shop assistant didn't dare to be slow and quickly ran to tell the boss. Before long, a stout man in his 50s rushed out.

  "My surname is Yang, and I am the owner of this 'Yuan Feng Run Tea House'. Do you really want that much tea?" Mr. Yang asked.

  "I don't think this business is that big, at most it's just over 200 tea cans and a few hundred kilograms of tea." Because the tea cans come in different sizes, the largest ones can hold up to 5 kilograms of tea, so Muyang says several hundred kilograms of tea.

  "Yes, our small shop sells tens of thousands of kilograms of tea every year. It's just that customers like you are rarely seen." The shopkeeper replied.

  "I'm just preparing to buy more to give as gifts when I get back." Murong Yang half-jokingly explained.

  "Right, our tea is definitely worth giving as a gift. Please, sir, have a seat." He led Mu Yang to sit down beside the tea table and turned around to instruct his assistant: "Quickly brew some tea for this gentleman, yes, use my treasured Yin Shan Mao Feng."

  Soon, the waiter brought a pot of tea and poured a cup for Mu Yang. The aroma was indeed refreshing and pleasant. Mu Yang took a sip and felt invigorated, it was really good to drink. Mu Yang didn't understand much about this, but he could only tell that it tasted good, which was already quite rare. For an outsider like him to be able to appreciate the taste, it just went to show that the tea leaves were truly of high quality.

  "By the way, there's something else I want to tell you." Mu Yang suddenly remembered something and hastily called over the shopkeeper.

  "Yes, sir."

  "I want too many, just packing like this will probably require more than 30 kinds of tea leaves, I won't be able to remember them all. Can you put a piece of paper in each can, like an instruction manual? Write down the name of the tea, origin, taste and so on, that way I'll be able to tell them apart later." said Mu Yang.

  The shopkeeper understood Moyang's request and quickly instructed the store clerk to get it.

  Muyang sipped his tea while thinking to himself, if he were to prepare some more tea leaves, these tea leaf jars, even if they were high-quality imitations, would be worth several hundred yuan each. Adding the tea leaves, a jar of tea leaves would cost around 1-2 thousand yuan, which would be just right for giving as gifts in the future, neither too expensive nor too cheap, and he could give them out with confidence.

  That's right, I might as well get some other things too, who knows when they'll come in handy.

  I'll give a gift to my uncle myself. If Xi Jie asks me for a gift, I certainly can't give her tea leaves too. I'll go out and take a look around to see what's suitable to give to a woman.

  After getting everything ready, Muyang discovered that he had a huge pile of goods, which he couldn't carry by himself. He couldn't just put them into his storage space in front of so many people, and besides, he still had things to do and couldn't bring these tea leaves with him either.

  "How much?" asked Mu Yang.

  "Sir, it's a total of 2,134 silver dollars. In legal tender, that would be..." The shopkeeper didn't continue speaking.

  More than 20,000 silver dollars, which is also a considerable amount in the Republic of China. However, tea, especially good tea, has always been a high-priced commodity in any era.

  Yin Yuan Mu Yang doesn't have that much, even if he did, he wouldn't plan on using it. What he has the most of is Japanese currency.

  Mu Yang raised his hand to interrupt the shopkeeper: "I don't have any legal tender. If I want to buy something, I'd have to drive a car here to carry the money, wouldn't I? Now 100 yuan can only buy a box of matches. I'm not that free to use legal tender. Is yen okay?"

  "No problem, no problem." The shopkeeper hastily said with a smile.

  "After paying the bill, Mu Yang said: 'I still want to go shopping now and send these things to room 8066 of the International Hotel, is that okay?'"

  "No problem, absolutely no problem, I'll definitely deliver it to you."

  In the slow footsteps of the shopkeeper, Muyang walked out of the teahouse and didn't even call for a ride. This was just a commercial shopping district, so he simply strolled around.

  "Ding ding ding." A ringing sound came from behind Mu Yang, and when he turned his head to look, a tram was approaching from behind him.

  "This isn't the kind of streetcar that often appears in movies and TV shows? Today I finally get to see a real one, haha, no, it's not alive, haha." Mu Yang thought to himself and couldn't help but laugh.

  Seeing the tram stop at a nearby station sign, Muyang quickly walked two steps and got on before the tram departed. As for where to go, Muyang didn't think about it, he simply wanted to get on and sit down, experiencing it in person.

  A wooden seat, windows without glass, and the occasional clang of a bicycle bell to warn pedestrians - all these elements form a picture that is very retro, very cinematic.

  It seems like a movie, this phrase doesn't sound very smooth, but at that time, Muyang just thought of this phrase.

  After two stops, Muyang didn't continue to follow and get off the bus. After getting off the bus, he continued to wander around on the street, looking around, still Nanjing Road, but the nearby signs had changed, most of which read "Lehua Silk Store, Big Sale" and "Dachang Silk Store, The Most Intimate Enjoyment".

  The walls all around were covered with colorful advertisements, cigarettes, laundry detergent, leather shoes, and even raincoats. It was so lively that Mu Yang dared to say that in the future Shanghai, he wouldn't dare put up so many billboards on the streets, or else the city management would fine him to death.

  Finally, Mu Yang walked into a nearby largest scale and most magnificent silk store called "Xie Da Xiang".

  The buddy was still enthusiastic, and Mu Yang continued to be puzzled. In the end, under the introduction or persuasion of his friend, he bought a lot of Suzhou silk fabrics. Although Mu Yang didn't understand these things, the silks looked very beautiful indeed, and when touched by hand, they felt as smooth as silk, just like what was said in the advertisements.

  That's it, pick some good-looking, non-aging flower colors and buy a few pieces. Then pick some with good embroidery skills and buy some silk scarves with embroidery, and then touch Xiaokejun's figure, bought her a few cheongsam, that kind of high slit, hehe. Muyang has finally completed his shopping task.

  After strolling around until late afternoon, Mu Yang came to the most famous and era-characteristic metropolis in Shanghai's later generations, the Paramount Ballroom, after dinner.