Three smiles

Xiong Da's efficiency was astonishing, and he handed in a list early the next morning, all of whom were well-known collectors in the antique shop: "These few... have contacted the person in charge of the auction and asked some questions about Nanhong pendants , These few, who have contacted Professor Han, and these few, everyone who is a special collection of Nanhong, will definitely participate in the auction that day."

Not long after Wang Sanxiao woke up, she was still wearing loose pajamas, sitting leisurely at the table, looking down at the long list with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, frowning: "Strange, why is there no Yang family?"

"Although Mr. Yang from Baichuan Real Estate is obsessed with Nanhong, he didn't go to see the preview, and he didn't say he would participate in the auction."

Wang Sanxiao thought for a moment: "I didn't say to participate, and I didn't say not to participate... This old man is unknown. If he participates in the auction at that time, Wei Cong really has little chance of winning."

Xiong Er lowered his voice, and came up with a really bad idea: "Let's do something to prevent this old man from participating in the auction."

"..." Wang Sanxiao raised his head, looked at him willingly, and slowly uttered two words, "Awesome."

"Hey..." Xiong Er showed a shy smile, "Third Young Master taught it well!"

"Good sir!" Wang San laughed furiously, and smeared the list on his face, "Mr. Yang is the chairman of Baichuan Real Estate, one of the land kings in Beijing, and the bodyguards and dark guards around him have a strengthened company. Go and do it!" Something? You're fucking going to die, idiot!"

"I, I, I... I was wrong, woo..." Xiong Er covered his face, he was beaten up, and his whole body was not well.

After laughing out of breath, Wang San kicked him away, untied his clothes as he walked, and confessed: "Call the old man to ask where the old man went, and he kept running outside... "

Xiong Da immediately picked up his mobile phone to make a call. Wang Sanxiao was very uneducated. When he saw a 50-year-old elder, he started calling the old man. Usually, he always called this old man and that old man. ", it refers to my old man who is still funny and even coquettish at his age——Wang Baxian.

After hanging up the phone in a few words, Xiong Da came over and said in a deep voice, "If you don't tell me Baqian, he asked you to call yourself."

"...This old man Xiong," Wang San smiled after changing his clothes, walked over while putting on his coat, took his mobile phone, was about to make a call, suddenly changed his mind, a look of narrowness flashed in his eyes, and put the phone away, Laughing, "I don't want to hit him, I'm so anxious to kill him!"

In the turbulent antique business, Wang Baxian doesn't collect antiques, but he is more famous than anyone who collects antiques. This person sees thieves and wild roads, and has connections in all directions, but he has a well-known weakness—— Adopted son Wang Sanxiao.

For this son, it is a real jewel in the palm of his hand if he holds it in his hand for fear of falling, and if he holds it in his mouth for fear of melting.

Therefore, Wang Sanxiao's trick of refusing to call made the old man bully badly. However, an unfilial son is an unfilial son. He put the mobile phone in his pocket and he went out in a spring breeze.

Can you not be bright, she knows Xiaoqinger, although this Xiaoqinger was several years ago, and she did something that made him go against the scales back then, but... Wang Sanxiao thought of going to see her He was still very happy.

He found himself falling in love with Wei Cong's unlucky face... as long as he could make him feel unhappy, he would be happy.Moreover, he found that Wei Cong's mind was also very strange, as if as long as he saw his face, he would not be very happy.

So Wang Sanxiao is more keen to run to Wei Cong's place. Even though he just made a fuss in front of him the day before, exposed his scars, and caused a lot of trouble, but Wang Sanxiao is not a person who holds grudges, and he usually takes revenge on the spot. Well, the enemy who was not killed on the spot—that is, Wei Cong, was because there was still value to be used.

Even if Mr. Wei, who is busy with everything, is in a meeting, he still has to sit in the empty office, at least there are delicious Mengding Ganlu and lively and lovely little secretaries.

As soon as Wei Cong came out of the conference room, he saw the little assistant walking over with small steps, and said with bright eyes, "President Wei, the third young master is here again."

Wei Cong glanced at her pink face, and asked calmly, "How long have you been here?"

"27 minutes!"

"...the timing is so precise, and your work is very meticulous," Wei Cong boasted without sincerity, and then said in a low voice as if talking to himself a second before entering the office, "with Wang Sanxiao really needs to be meticulous in dealing with him, this person went crazy and denied his relatives, I heard that he once used a desk lamp to break the heads of his family members..."

The little assistant had sharp ears and could hear clearly, but felt that every word was so unfamiliar, and asked in surprise, "Boss Wei, what did you say?"

"...Huh? Oh," Wei Cong came back to his senses and waved his hand, "I remembered something, nothing."

But I heard everything clearly, the little assistant thought dejectedly, the personable Wang Sanxiao is actually a person who knows domestic violence, and he has a family... Is he married?No, I heard that he's still single...then...he's divorced...well, you really can't judge by appearances.

Wang Sanxiao stepped on the coffee table with one foot in a very impolite manner, and played with his mobile phone comfortably on the sofa. Knowing that he, Wang Sanxiao, is a manic divorced scumbag who can turn on a lamp for his wife.

Wei Cong glanced at the remaining tea in his cup, made another cup of tea himself, and said with a smile, "Call me before coming back next time, I'll postpone the meeting, so you won't be bored sitting here."

"Mr. Wei's company is full of birds and flowers, how can it be boring?" Wang Sanxiao said briskly, "There is a girl from Sichuan in your secretary's office, who made me laugh at Trump telling jokes. I suggest you give her a raise."

Sichuan girls, right? Tell jokes, right? And get a raise?Wei Cong secretly thought that I turned around and fired her, but on the surface he was very gentle: "Could the reason for the salary increase be to amuse my guests?"

"I'm not an ordinary guest," Wang San smiled proudly, raising the corners of his eyes, "Whose house Wang appears in, whoever is going to take advantage of it."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Wei Cong couldn't help feeling better: "Could it be that San Shao's scientific name is Magpie?"

"..." Wang Sanxiao's good mood disappeared in an instant, and he said stiffly, "Could it be that President Wei prefers my name to be called Crow?"

"No, it's better to be a magpie," Wei Cong looked at his smiling eyes, and a word "happy brows" popped up in his mind, but he didn't dare to say it, but smiled softly, "I don't know the third master What good news did you bring me today?"

Wang Sanxiao put a list in front of him, and said solemnly: "The Zhaode Auction will be held this weekend. Regarding the Nanhong pendant, I estimated that it should not be higher than 20. Mr. Wei still has a good chance of winning."

Anyone who saves money will be happy, Wei Cong said in surprise: "What about this list?"

"The bidders who may participate in the auction at that time," Wang Sanxiao opened the ipad, slid his fingers across the photos, and explained, "When the time comes to officially participate in the auction, I will remind Mr. Wei to change the auction strategy according to the background and personality of the bidders. However, if these big collectors participate in the auction, the price may exceed 20 yuan, such as Mr. Yang from Baichuan Real Estate..."

"He won't be in the shoot."

Wang San was stunned for a moment with a smile: "Huh?"

Wei Cong explained with a smile: "A few days ago, I met the old man by chance. Speaking of this auction, he said very definitely that he would not participate, so don't think about him."

Wang Sanxiao knew that the circle of high society is not big, and these people are all in Beijing, it is normal to meet occasionally, so he smiled, "That's good."

The door suddenly rang twice, and Zhao Liang walked in in a hurry: "Boss Wei, they have all been transported, there are a total of 134 antiques, although a few of them are in good condition, but the total value may not be enough to pay off the debt. "

Wei Cong asked, "Have you already identified it?"

Zhao Liang glanced at Wang Sanxiao, and said modestly: "There are still some doubts."

Wang San smiled and looked at the two of them indifferently, with a calm expression on his face, but inside he was very lewdly estimating the possibility of the two having an affair. Although Zhao Liang was not as stunning as himself, he was better than Tian Cheng, Especially a pair of sexy and slender long legs, Wang Sanxiao silently compared them, and felt that they seemed to be longer than himself.

snort!

etc!He looked into his heart in horror: fuck, what was I thinking?Why do you want to compare with Zhao Liang? Does he have a dime relationship with who Wei Lao Qi likes?Hold!

This side is going through frightening psychological activities, over there Wei Cong simply asked a few words, then turned his head: "Third Young Master, I have to trouble you to make a trip again."

"Huh...huh?" Wang Sanxiao suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at him.

Seeing his bewildered face, Wei Cong thought it was a bit funny, thinking what are you thinking about just for a while, and said with a smile: "There was a man who owed me a huge sum of money and couldn't pay it back, so he sent some antiques to pay off the debt. , Zhao Liang is not sure whether it is true or not, so go and have a look."

Wang Sanxiao glanced at Zhao Liang suspiciously. This man is a senior apprentice of a big antique dealer in Nanjing. With his eyesight, he should rarely encounter uncertain situations.

"I'll go there with you," Wei Cong said with a smile, "The eye palm fee is included in the commission of the Nanhong pendant, and I will give it to you at that time."

As soon as he heard that he was rich, Wang Sanxiao immediately cast his doubts behind him, no matter what his situation was, it was all false, real money was the most real.

Antiques are stored in Wei Cong's apartment, the car slowly drove into the community, looking at the decaying winter scenery outside the car window, Wang San smiled and tightened his lips - after so many years, Wei Cong has not moved.

Three people walked into the apartment, and the narrow corridor was only for two people to walk side by side. Wang Sanxiao took a step back and let the two people walk in front. He lowered his head to light a cigarette, took a puff slowly, raised his hand, and wiped the wall casually. , this stairwell has probably been repainted before, and there is an unfamiliar touch from the fingertips.

"Why are you in a daze?" Wei Cong stood in the elevator, looking at him amusedly, "Come here quickly."

Wang Sanxiao extinguished the cigarette butt on the trash can at the door, and walked into the elevator. The sudden weightlessness made him look around in a daze, and fragmented memories flooded into his heart like a tide.

Walking out of the elevator, the familiar green anti-theft door flashed in front of his eyes. Wang Sanxiao felt a cloud of depression stuck in his heart, which he refused to let go for a long time.

Zhao Liang opened the door, turned around and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Wei, who is worth over [-] million, lives in such an ordinary small apartment..."

Leather sofa, ebony coffee table, huanghuali armchair in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, antique floor lamp next to the carved screen...all the furnishings are as they were back then.

Wang Sanxiao felt the gloom in his chest continuously rising, which made him almost out of breath. He raised his eyes gloomily, and all he could see were the memories that had been buried in the deepest part of his heart.

Wei Cong turned around suddenly, looked into his eyes, and asked with concern: "Young Master San looks very pale, are you feeling well?"

"No," Wang San smiled, waved his hands, turned his eyes away from the old furniture, and said in a businesslike manner, "Don't you want me to appraise it, where are the antiques?"

"Upstairs," Zhao Liang said with a smile, "a total of 134 antiques, some good and some bad, I was afraid that if I moved the furnishings in the room, Mr. Wei would be angry, so I asked them to move directly to the small living room upstairs. Walk."

Wang Sanxiao followed behind him blankly, stepping on the stairs that he had walked countless times as if he was visiting for the first time, and slowly walked up to the second floor.

In the small living room upstairs, there is a room of Ming-style rosewood wood furniture. There are several porcelains on the mortise and tenon table. Calligraphy and painting, looking old, Wang San smiled and looked at the dozens of bronze mirrors on the small table, and was taken aback: "So many bronze mirrors."

"That man is a special collector of bronze mirrors. From the Zhanhan Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty, he collected 78 real and fake pieces." Zhao Liang sighed, opened the cabinet under the museum shelf, and saw a cabinet full of bronze mirrors. Wang Sanxiao was shocked.