Three smiles

Back at the hotel, Wang Sanxiao ate the pistachios that Xiong Er had peeled, while looking at his mobile phone, he found that he had the potential to be a professional paparazzi. The child's face can be seen clearly.

Xiong Da walked over with his mobile phone: "Third Young Master, that Mu Xixi who was asked to check last time..."

"Ok?"

"The phone number does indeed belong to Mu Xixi, and his ID number is 320xxxxxxxxxxxx, a student from Beijing No. [-] Middle School." A trace of guilt appeared on Xiong Da's stern face, "There is nothing else."

Wang San smiled and nodded: "It's about the same as I expected. This kid hides his head and shows his tail. He is either rich or expensive. It's not that easy to check."

"I'll send a few more people to..."

"It's a waste of energy." Wang Sanxiao raised his hand to stop him, "This is not Nanjing. The emperor's feet are full of dignitaries. If you make a big move, you will cause trouble."

Xiong Da nodded.

Wang Sanxiao explained to others, but he himself was not happy. He unconsciously scratched the screen of the phone with his fingers. After a while, he let go and threw the phone on the table: "Fuck him, I'm really aggrieved."

"That's right!" Xiong Er peeled a bunch of pistachios and pushed them in front of him, and said with righteous indignation, "And that Wei Guangyao, what a dick, dares to stop our car in the middle of the night. If he dares to go to Nanjing, I'll be at the airport." Dare to kill him!"

A stream of cruel words made Wang Sanxiao amused, grabbed the phone again, looked at the indecent photos on it, and pondered: "How about... blackmailing him?"

Xiong Er was suddenly excited: "Okay, okay!"

"Forget it," Wang Sanxiao exited the photo album, "No matter what, this guy is that guy's nephew, and if he causes conflicts, he might think I'm trying to get Joe."

He talked this way and that, and Xiong Er didn't quite understand, but Third Young Master is always right, Third Young Master's decision is unquestionable, and Third Young Master's words are his direction... So, solemnly Shi said: "Yes, sour Nacho!"

"..." Wang San smiled and stared at him, and after a long while, he slapped him on the head, "Screw you, uncle!!!"

Antique shops are an industry that has not opened for three years and has been open for three years. Brokers are no exception. To make a deal, the commission for plucking wild goose is not a small number every time.

Although Wang Sanxiao was not a miser, he was still guided by money, and the next day he picked up the gift and went straight to that Professor Han's house.

The two had known each other for many years. As soon as Professor Han opened the door and saw his smiling face, he felt the cold wind blowing on the back of his neck, and asked vigilantly, "What do you like about my house again?"

"It's not me, it's my employer." Wang Sanxiao laughed heartily, threw the gift on the floor, walked up with open arms, hugged Professor Han, hugged him vigorously, and held the professor horizontally and vertically. With old wrinkled faces, he said enthusiastically, "Are you happy?"

Professor Han lost half his life by one of his hugs, but he had close contacts with the Wang family and knew that struggling was useless, so he let this guy hold his face and said angrily: "I'm so happy! "

"Look at you old guy, the older you get, the more reserved you are." Wang Sanxiao let go of him, and went straight to the professor's study, "I sold that pendant you showed off last time... hey, What about the pendant?"

Professor Han dragged his aging body and panted after him, and shouted angrily, "No more!"

Wang San was taken aback with a smile, then jumped up and shouted: "Damn it, you sold it? Don't you love it to the core of your heart? You just sell it? Old Han, you are so unkind! I really missed my point , I actually thought you were an old collector with a clean sleeve, but I didn't expect you to be so..."

Continuous accusations poured into his ears, and the old man frowned: "I love you to the bottom of my heart, don't you still think about him???"

"Am I the same as you?" Wang San smiled plausibly, "I'm just a common man who loves money, are you too?"

"I..." The old man almost had a cerebral hemorrhage with anger, but he, a scholar who has devoted his life to piles of old papers, is really not good at quarreling with such a shameless layman. Use it, if it’s gone, it’s gone.”

Wang San smiled depressed: "Who did you sell it to?"

"It was taken away by Zhaode Auction Company," Professor Han said, "just last night."

"!!!" Wang San smiled startled, "When?"

"Last night," Professor Han said happily when he saw the shocked expression on his face, "You are one step late, what a pity hahaha..."

Wang Sanxiao took a deep breath, thinking to himself that this old guy is useless anyway, so let's just send him away with a fist!No, before sending him off, he had to ask for some useful information. He ground his molars and said, "Why are you willing to give away the baby you love so much?"

"No matter how precious you are, can you beat this?" The old man raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb and middle finger.

Wang San smiled at his tacit smile, and angrily scolded: "Okay, you old guy, I thought you were so virtuous, why send money to the auction if you want money, can't I sell you a good one?" The price? You just don't believe me!"

The old man had a shy expression of "you vexatious little goblin": "Did I know you would come today? Da Da from the auction company came to the door in person and guaranteed a good price. Why am I not willing?"

"...vulgar!" Wang San laughed sullenly, knowing in his heart that this trip was in vain, he sat fiercely on the grand teacher's chair of the Han family, and condemned the old man inhumanely.

At the end, the old man couldn't laugh or cry: "You, you, you are used to taking high poles, so it's time to dampen your spirit, and you can take advantage of all the cheap things in the world? It's okay, don't be annoyed, I've stewed it in a casserole Chicken soup, drink some?"

"What kind of chicken soup do you want?" Wang Sanxiao stood up, walked out, and said depressedly, "A bowl of ginseng rooster is not bad. I'm leaving. You can drink it yourself. Don't forget to exercise after drinking it. It's so big." In my age, if one day I have a bang, I will never have to drink chicken soup again."

The old man sent him out, stomped his feet, and said angrily, "You brat!"

Walking out of Professor Han's house, Wang Sanxiao stood downstairs, looked up, and looked melancholy at the high sky in the north, the biting cold wind blew on his face, and it hurt like a knife, Xiong Da drove the car slowly to him, and the door opened .

Wang San smiled and boarded the car numbly, turning over two dead fish eyes with an unrepentant expression on his face.

Xiong Er bought a big bag of bananas, peeled one and brought it to his mouth, Wang San smiled and bit one end without chewing it, just kept it in his mouth, Xiong Er quietly moved forward, and the banana quietly It went in a little bit, Xiong Er sent it forward again, and the banana went in again. After doing this three times, almost the whole banana was contained in Wang Sanxiao's mouth.

He is now completely hopeless, and the dragon liver and phoenix marrow may not be able to arouse his appetite, let alone the big Nanyang bananas that are not delicious at all.

Seeing him just lying on the backrest with a banana in his mouth, Xiong Er found it interesting, so he let go of his hand quietly, and the unfinished banana peel slumped onto Wang San's smiling face.

Bear Two:"!!!"

Wang San smiled: "..."

There was a moment of deathly silence in the car.

A moment later, Wang Sanxiao grabbed the banana, let out a roar, and rushed to the front seat like a wild dog going mad.

Xiong Er wailed and shrank to the car door, begging for mercy: "I, I, I... I didn't do it on purpose... Ahhh, don't pull my hair..."

Wang Sanxiao snarled like a shrew while plucking someone's hair: "I'll fuck it, believe it or not, I'll be bald! Call your mother's hands cheap, I'll fuck your grandpa..."

Xiong Da, who had been concentrating on driving, suddenly glanced at this: "Fighting is fighting, don't swear."

Oh, I forgot, these two brothers have a grandfather.

Anyway, Xiong Da, who was always on the spectrum, drove the car, so Xiong Er, who was never on the spectrum, and Wang Sanxiao, who was not on the spectrum, let go of the fight, and they fought all the way from Professor Han's neighborhood to the hotel.

Getting out of the car, Wang San smiled refreshed, and Xiong Er got out of the car disheveledly with his mouth full of bananas and a big bag in his hand.

Wang San pointed at the pocket with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, it's all yours, I'll eat all the f-ck before dinner, and I'll stuff the remaining one with your chrysanthemum!"

Xiong Er's cheeks were swollen like a hamster's, chewing hard, with an angry expression on his face.

After tossing Xiong Er, Wang Sanxiao didn't rest for a moment, and immediately contacted his acquaintances in Zhaode Auction Company to invite the staff member who confiscated the Nanhong pendant from Professor Han to dinner.

At the dinner table, before he had time to say anything, the other party complained bitterly: "Third Young Master, Third Young Master, I know what you mean by looking for me. This... this thing has been collected, and I can't take it down."

"You come forward and tell the company that Professor Han is not going to shoot, or, direct auction to my client..."

"No, this is not nonsense."

Wang San smiled and saw that this kid was tight-lipped, and thought for a while: "We can do this, with your company as the intermediary, and I will be the guarantee. We will work together to match up the transaction between Professor Han and my client. The commission will definitely not let you down." Yes," he leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, "My client will also give you a big red envelope, buddy."

"No, no, no," the man waved his hand quickly, with a look of avoidance on his face, and said with a sad face, "Oh, third young master, let me tell you the truth, the auction house is having a hard time right now. If it's not good, go home and eat your own fate, how dare I commit crimes in this limelight!"

It was another trip in vain, Wang Sanxiao sent the man into the car with a smile on his face, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart: I seem to be getting unlucky these days. Mom didn't have a smooth time. By the way, when did this bad luck start?

Thinking of this, Wang Sanxiao's heart suddenly sank—it started when he met Wei Cong on the day of Mr. Tang's funeral, this funeral star!

If it wasn't for the sliver of reason left, Wang Sanxiao really wanted to rush to Wei Cong's house to spit on him.