Three smiles

Wang Sanxiao, a 28-year-old adult man, had an extremely sweet and long sleep with the secret thought of "scaring Mu Xixi to death".

He dreamed that he was sitting under the French windows in the afternoon reading a book, next to him was the blushing Kang Tianzhen, and Wang Baxian was lying on a pink yoga ball, showing his fat white belly, directing Xiong Da and Xiong Er to break Wrist, the aroma of Longjing shrimp came from the kitchen, he raised his head, and saw Mu Xixi poking his head out from the kitchen, with a tall chef's hat tilted on his head, the little boy was handsome and playful...

Opening his eyes, Wang San smiled and sat hugging the quilt, looking outside through the gap in the curtains, he saw the sky and the ground were white, it was snow that fell all over the place at night.

——He even had Mu Xixi in his dream, but Wei Cong was not there.

Xiong Er came to knock on the door: "Third Young Master, it's snowing outside, do you still want to go out?"

"Go out and walk in the snow," Wang San smiled thinking of a kid in "Hainan", and couldn't help laughing, "By the way, have fun with my grandson."

Xiong Er was struck by thunder in an instant: "Your grandson???"

Wang San nodded seriously with a smile: "Yes."

At noon, the heavy snow stopped and there were few pedestrians on the road. Wang Sanxiao wore black cat earmuffs and put his hands in his sleeves. voice: "Mu Xixi had lunch at the porridge gymnasium yesterday, with Zhao Liang."

The county town is very small. Wang Sanxiao turned two streets and arrived at the porridge restaurant. With a glance, he saw Mu Xixi sitting at a table near the cashier. With a smile on his face, he took out his mobile phone and pretended to be on the phone. Look, walk into the restaurant.

Mu Xixi's ears were extremely sharp, and he heard his voice almost as soon as he entered the door. When he looked up, cold sweat broke out instantly. He knew that Wang Sanxiao was coming to Xiao County, but he didn't expect him to come so soon.

Zhao Liang raised his head and looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

The muscles on Mu Xixi's delicate face twitched twice. He quietly pointed to the cashier and said in a breathy voice, "Wang...san...laugh..."

Zhao Liang looked up, lowered his eyes calmly, and whispered, "Are you afraid of him?"

"I told him last night," Mu Xixi said with a sad face, "I said I was in Hainan..."

"..." Zhao Liang laughed, "He won't care about a child like you, but let's be careful not to get him involved, or Mr. Wei won't be able to explain it."

Wang Sanxiao propped one hand on the cashier counter, and while ordering, he glanced casually across the restaurant. Mu Xixi quickly leaned over, buried his face in the big bowl, and drank the porridge desperately.

This little boy... Wang San smiled with a narrow smile in the corner of his eyes, as if he didn't see him, he turned his face indifferently, and smiled kindly at the cashier girl, who blushed immediately.

"He he he... Is he seducing the cashier girl?" Mu Xixi asked Zhao Liang frantically, "He... isn't he with my seventh master... Could it be that he is bisexual?"

Zhao Liang looked at him speechlessly, thinking of my young master, I just want to earn the commission safely, please don't share this kind of wealthy gossip with me.

Wang San smiled and ordered a homemade tofu, a piece of emerald shrimp, a bowl of pork rib soup, and two bowls of rice. He sat at the table by the door and ate slowly. It took almost an hour to eat.

With him sitting at the door, Mu Xixi dared not leave the store. To kill time, he ate all the diced green peppers in the mushrooms and chestnuts.

Zhao Liang put down his chopsticks and said helplessly, "Should we continue to sit?"

"I...I don't dare to go out," Mu Xixi, who was almost under the table, complained, "Why is he eating so slowly?"

Zhao Liang looked at his watch: "If we don't go out, we will be late."

"But..." Mu Xixi was about to cry, "He will definitely find out if he goes out now."

"When you find out, you will find out. Could it be that he cares about lying with you as a child?" Zhao Liang earnestly said, "Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Third Young Master likes you very much and won't be angry."

Mu Xixi clenched his fists and hypnotized himself: Brother Xiao is such a kind and kind person, he will definitely not be angry. As long as I show an angelic smile and pounce on him sweetly to act like a baby, he will definitely not care... After a long time of psychological training, I finally With some backbone, Mu Xixi said cruelly: "Okay!"

Suddenly there was a sound of pulling a chair at the door, and Wang Sanxiao and Shi Shiran drank the last sip of soup, stood up and left.

"..." Mu Xixi suddenly felt like punching the cotton with his fist.

Looking at the time, Zhao Liang immediately went out with Mu Xixi, who was in a bad state. The two of them had just come out of the restaurant when Mu Xixi jumped suddenly, and his hair almost stood on end.

I saw Wang Sanxiao, who had already walked a long way, coming towards him. Mu Xixi and Zhao Liang both turned around, lowered their heads, and saw Wang Sanxiao's big-toed leather boots walking behind them from between their legs. Soft voice: "Sorry, I forgot my sunglasses on the table just now..."

Before he came out, Mu Xixi jumped up, pulled Zhao Liang and ran away, crawled into the car, looked through the rear window, and saw Wang Sanxiao with one hand in his trouser pocket , dangling the furry earmuffs on his head, walked slowly away, and smoothed his chest like a new life: "It's so dangerous."

Zhao Liang thought it was funny: "As you are, why are you so afraid of him?"

"Why aren't you afraid of him?" Mu Xixi asked back, plausibly saying, "He's my seventh grandma! When the big thing is done, I will have to rely on him for everything I eat and drink!"

Zhao Liang started the car, drove slowly in the snow, and said softly, "What if the big thing doesn't work out? The Wei family... The outside world generally values ​​the third child."

Mu Xixi snorted: "The third child...you know what level you are if you can give birth to a fool like Wei Guangyao. Recently, he has given birth to so many troubles, and the old man will have a heart attack when he sees him."

Wang Sanxiao stood at the corner of the street, watching a black Buick with a local license plate disappear from sight, smiled lightly, and after a while, Xiong Da’s voice came from the earphone: “They went to the Antique City, there is a man named Cornucopia antique shop."

treasure bowl?Wang San laughed and sneered, not knowing whose treasure it was.

On a snowy day, the antique city is deserted. Wang Sanxiao is wandering casually with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes sweep across the shops along the street, and he lands on a cornucopia not far away. Unlike other deserted shops, the front of this shop is crowded with people. Obviously business is booming.

Wang Sanxiao stood in front of the shop next door, bought a Nanyanggong Yuruyi, and asked with a smile, "What's the situation over there? Why are there so many people?"

"Hey, Lao Yang next door somehow got a big boss from Beijing, and he is collecting jade," the boss said disheartened, "The offer is very generous."

Wang San smiled suspiciously and raised the jade in his hand: "Your jade is not bad, although it is an imitation, but Nanyang's antique jade is very high-tech, so why don't you send it over?"

"The big boss is an evil club that has been bad luck for eight lifetimes," the boss said angrily, "Nanyang workers and Pizhou workers are not wanted, but he only recognizes Bengbu workers, and all the Bengbu antique jade around him has been confiscated!"

Wang San smiled for a moment: "Only Bengbu workers?"

"Yeah, as long as you work in Bengbu," the boss moved closer to his face and lowered his voice, "I heard that this big boss is very unconventional, he collects antique jade and sells it to Taiwan and Hong Kong, and high imitations worth thousands of dollars can be resold." Sell ​​hundreds of thousands."

Wang San was taken aback with a smile: "Then look at his import and export volume..."

The boss's eyes were full of envy, and he raised his hand to make a 7: "I've been paying attention, he has already collected no less than this amount in the past two weeks."

Seventy thousand pieces?

The smile in Wang Sanxiao’s eyes faded a little. In Bengbu, Nanyang, Pizhou and other distribution centers for antique jade wares, the daily transaction volume is astonishingly large. Low-grade jade wares use jade powder mixed with unsaturated resin and compressed in a vacuum machine. It is cheap and easy to identify counterfeit. Mid-range jade is selected from the original place of ancient jade, soaked in acidic solution, and then dyed and polished according to the requirements of different ages. The final product and the rough can be described as worlds apart. The jade is made of genuine Hetian jade, and even the tools such as water benches and tuo machines for making jade in ancient times have been restored. The local area costs several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars, so Mu Xixi is a 16-year-old kid, how can he get so much money?

In the cornucopia, Mu Xixi was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, holding a bowl of Qimen black tea presented by the shop owner in his hand, took a sip, looked up at an antique dealer who came with jade, and took out a piece of dragon pattern wall from his box. , with a calm expression: "Such an obvious Huzhou worker, you tell me it is Hanyu? Let me tell you, the outside world already knows everything about Huzhou worker, no fool will be fooled, you give me such a thing..." He threw the dragon pattern wall on the table casually, and sneered, "Who are you wondering about?"

The antique dealer who was ridiculed couldn't hold back his face anymore, grabbed Long Wenbi with his hands, turned around and walked out of the shop, and cursed: "I think this is not genuine, do you think that what you received is real? Damn it!" What a fucking stick, what kind of fat-headed fish are you pretending to be here, you fucking idiot!"

Mu Xixi smiled, ignored his swear words, lowered his head and continued to look at the other person's ancient jade, suddenly there was a scream from outside the door, he raised his head displeased, but his expression suddenly became stiff.

I saw Wang Sanxiao standing firmly outside the door, holding the antique dealer's box in one hand, and holding the man's arm with the other, and asked with a gentle smile, "Boss, are you okay?"

It turned out that this person turned around and yelled as he was walking out, and unexpectedly collided with Wang Sanxiao, but fortunately Wang Sanxiao had quick eyesight and quick hands, and held his box, otherwise who would he turn to for reasoning with this box of jade?

The dealer was stimulated by Mu Xixi with a gun and a stick, and now he was in a terrible mood. The villain first complained: "Didn't you have eyes?"

"It's long," Wang San smiled and blinked, "it's still very big."

The dealer snatched the box from his hand, turned away and said, "Crazy!"

"Hey, why are you still swearing at people?" Wang Sanxiao seemed very aggrieved, turned to look at the people gathered in the cornucopia store, and asked curiously, "Hey, what are you buying?"

"Damn it, he came in!" Mu Xixi grabbed Zhao Liang's clothes, gasped, and trembled, "Cover...cover me!"

Zhao Liang no longer feels that it is a fat job to come to Anhui with the young master. This little thing has two brushes for playing with antiques, but when it meets Wang Sanxiao, it turns into a mouse in seconds, and it almost makes him mentally ill!

He reluctantly took a step to the side, turned his back to the door, and blocked Mu Xixi behind him.

"Zhao...Brother Zhao," Mu Xixi shrank his hands and feet, and whispered, "If you go two centimeters to the left, I suspect that you are too thin to stop me..."

Regardless of the astonished eyes of others, he huddled on the grand master's chair and stared at Wang Sanxiao's figure from the gap between people. It's sarcasm.

"Hey, this Tang Sancai is pretty good," Wang Sanxiao said to himself, walking towards this side.

Mu Xixi held his breath, watching him getting closer and closer in horror...Suddenly his body slipped, and he slid off the chair like a loach, and he crawled under the table weakly and bonelessly.

Wang Sanxiao stopped by the table, and raised his hand to take down a Tang Sancai Horse Riding Maid from the museum shelf behind the table, and looked through it with great interest. After a long time, a regretful expression appeared on his face: "Oh, it was imitated from Xi'an... ...Hey, here is another masterpiece by Huang Binhong... It would be great if Xixi was here, but unfortunately this kid has gone to Hainan... Sigh, I like Xixi's honesty and innocence, much cuter than Wei Cong's pretentious... ..."

The honest and naive Mu Xixi is on the verge of collapse.