Three smiles

Mu Xixi huddled under the table, staring at Wang Sanxiao's big-toed leather boots, impulsively wanted to pounce on him several times and hug him and cry, confessing that he was lying when he went to Hainan, but actually came to Anhui with a shady mission... Grandma Qi likes herself so much, she will definitely forgive herself...

He was heartbroken, and just about to get out from under the table, he saw Wang Sanxiao turning around gracefully, walking out of the store, and muttering to himself: "I want to go to Xixi, otherwise, I'll go to Hainan to play with him." Let's have a warm winter by the way..."

"No..." Mu Xixi lay down on the bottom of the table with tears streaming down his face, Erkang held his hand, "Seventh Grandma, I was wrong..."

Wang Sanxiao walked out of the antique city and stood in a vast snow field. The smile on his face disappeared. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette to dispel the cold air around him. He is too crafty, and he burns his hands when he puts it together. He has not kept up with the times, and the businessman who bumped into him just now is holding a Huzhou worker who is even more difficult to distinguish. Why did Mu Xixi drive him out?

Also, even though Mu Xixi is the fourth-generation young master of the Wei family, he is only a 16-year-old minor. How can he get so much money to collect these fakes? Is the beneficiary behind it his father?Or someone else?

Why is Zhao Liang here?Who does he represent?

Wei Cong... What role did he play in the whole thing?

Xiong Er's voice sounded in the earphones: "Third Young Master, news came from Bengbu that during this period, a workshop suddenly received a large investment and installed eight water stools, and the shipment volume increased greatly."

"Who gave the investment."

"It is said to be the big boss in Beijing, surnamed Wei."

... surnamed Wei?

Wang Sanxiao's heart sank, and he suddenly asked anxiously, "Is that Wei Cong?"

"I didn't find out," Xiong Er paused, and asked in a low voice, "Even if it's Mr. Wei, he's a rich man. What are you in a hurry for?"

"You know what a fart!" Wang San laughed sharply, "He is breaking the law. No one cares about his small troubles. His shipments have increased so much suddenly, which has disrupted the market balance. Someone will make him unable to eat. Walk!"

Xiong Er was taken aback by his harsh words, and murmured: "This...isn't this just a guess, and I didn't say that it was Mr. Wei who did it. Besides, he tried his best to fake it, and Mu Xixi bought it here. These two are really destined.”

"There is a fart fate," Wang San laughed violently, turned around, and strode towards the hotel, "This is a bureau. He made fakes in Bengbu, and then took them away from other antique markets. suspected, and then shipped to Taiwan, Hong Kong, resold thousands of times the difference, was caught and sent to jail! Fuck him, no wonder he only accepts Bengbu as a job..."

Xiong Er's bear head couldn't keep up with his reaction speed. After thinking for a long time, he was still confused: "Then...you mean, Mu Xixi and Wei are always together?"

"They're in the same family!" Wang San laughed bitterly, "Mu Xixi is the grandson of Wei Cong who pretended to be a criminal!"

"..." Xiong Er sucked in a breath of air, and Xiong's head completely froze.

When Wang Sanxiao returned to the hotel, Xiong Da handed over a cup of hot tea: "Warm up your body."

"Thank you," Wang Sanxiao drank the tea in one gulp. The warm tea flowed into his internal organs, warming his whole body. He didn't even take off his earmuffs, and said directly, "Let's go, let's go to Bengbu."

Without saying a word, Xiong Da went straight to drive. In the evening, it snowed again. The snow on the expressway turned into ice, and the vehicles dared not move fast. Gradually, the traffic jammed up. Wang Sanxiao raised his hand and wiped the snow on the car window. Looking at the gray snowy sky outside, it seemed that a piece of cotton was stuffed in his heart, which he couldn't swallow or spit out.

He rubbed the screen of the phone with his hand, swiping back and forth in the address book column, but he refused to press the call button for a long time.

Xiong Er turned his head to look at him, and handed over a small handful of pistachios: "If you want to make a phone call, just call, and ask Mr. Wei for clarification, what are you talking about?"

Wang Sanxiao took the nut and threw it into his mouth. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids to look at him, then put the phone into his pocket expressionlessly, and murmured: "I won't give him this face!"

Bear Two:"……"

Wang Sanxiao thought of something, and snorted coldly: "I'll go to Bengbu to have a look, and I'm sure Wei Cong is supporting the fraud, so I'll immediately collect evidence and sue him at the police!"

"..." Xiong Er muttered in a low voice, "Knowing you, Boss Wei really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck."

Wang San smiled and raised his eyes: "What did you say?"

"Wei Cong, a criminal who violated discipline, met such a hated cultural relic worker as you, and it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes!" Xiong Er's voice was loud and pious, and he really wanted to go to the police station to call the police right now.

Wang San laughed with satisfaction: "It's so good."

Because of the snow, it was already dark when they arrived in Bengbu. The three of them ate a bowl of noodles and went back to the hotel. A layer of mottled thin snow looks like a bleak winter day.

Xiong Da drove slowly, and there were row upon row of jade workshops on both sides of the street.

Wang Sanxiao said indifferently: "In the 3000-kilometer city of Bengbu, there are more than 10 jade workshops, nearly 50 people are engaged in jade processing and sales, and the annual sales are nearly [-] billion yuan. What is this concept?"

Xiong Er looked at him stupidly: "A lot."

"The sales of antique jade articles account for one-sixth of the region's GDP." Wang Sanxiao wiped away the mist on the window and looked at the antique shops outside the window. "These jade articles will flow to other places, such as Xiao County, Nanjing, Shanghai, Beijing, Hong Kong... flow to the whole world."

Xiong Er exclaimed: "It's amazing..."

"That's terrible," Wang San laughed coldly, "As the old saying goes, a family has three courtyard houses, and then entered the antique business. It’s a matter of worth and life, it’s not scary to imitate antiques, what’s scary is to use imitated antiques to disrupt the market, if this situation is really done by Wei Cong..."

He lowered his eyelids, and a layer of ruthlessness slipped through his eyes: it shouldn't be Wei Cong. Although the Wei Cong he has a crush on hides his head and shows off his tail and pretends to be a ghost, he won't make a mistake on such a big deal.

But if it's really him...

The car stopped at the entrance of a jade shop. Wang Sanxiao got out of the car and walked into the shop. The shop was full of beautiful things and glare. Wang Sanxiao tapped a piece of jade with his fingers. Hearing the dull voice, he smiled slightly: " I heard that your big boss is from Beijing?"

"Who are you?" The boss said impatiently when he saw that he was not kind, "Who cares about our big boss?"

Wang San smiled, Xiong Da Xiong Er immediately closed the store door, the sunlight was blocked outside the door, and the whole store was instantly darkened, Wang Sanxiao's smile became more and more permeable in the shadows, and he smiled sinisterly: "I don't have a good temper. Okay, bro, forgive me."

"What are you going to do?" The boss turned around and walked towards the backyard. "If you do this again, I will call the police!"

Wang Sanxiao took a step forward, blocked his way, and said with a smile, "I see that you are very popular and drink hot food, and you are jealous, and want to share a piece of the pie. I heard that your big boss has a lot of money. If not, invest in it for me too." ?”

The boss looked at him in horror, Wang Sanxiao usually smiled cheerfully and seemed to be easy to get along with, but at this time, his face was full of sinister, like a hooligan, with a crooked smile, scaring the boss so much that he wanted to get under the counter , said loudly: "I... I don't know where my boss is, anyway... Anyway, he pays, but in fact... I haven't met him a few times."

"Then who contacted you?" Wang Sanxiao casually walked to the back door, opened the curtain to look inside, and frowned immediately.

In the small backyard, there are more than a dozen large dye vats, beside which are messy chemical paints, and the air is filled with a pungent smell.

Wang Sanxiao turned around and looked at the boss: "Huh? Who is contacting you?"

"Yes... a young lady."

Wang San smiled for a moment: "Miss?"

"Yes, she said her surname is Ya, and the big boss behind her is named Wei," the boss said with a puzzled look on his face, "It doesn't look like a good woman."

"Where does she live?"

The boss shook his head: "How do you know? Anyway, she has plenty of money and sales, so we don't have to think about anything, just make it, but she will come to see the goods in the afternoon."

"Okay," Wang San nodded with a smile, turned around and walked out of the store, Xiong Er followed, and before Xiong Da left, he pointed at the boss from the air, and the boss suddenly weakened his legs and said in a trembling voice: "Don't worry, I don't care about anything. will speak."

Walking out of the shop, the warm winter sun shone on him. Wang Sanxiao felt much happier. He stroked the fluffy rabbit fur on Xiong Er's earmuffs and said with a smile, "Be hungry, let's go, let's go eat something."

There is a tea restaurant not far from the jade workshop. The three of them brewed a pot of green tea and sat by the window on the second floor to play poker all afternoon.

Xiong Da suddenly said: "Here we come."

Wang Sanxiao took the opportunity to throw the poker on the table and messed it up. He raised his eyes to look outside, and saw a gorgeous Beetle parked at the entrance of the workshop. In the cold winter months, a beautiful leg wearing only silk stockings stretched out.

"This is..." Wang San smiled and frowned.

Ya Ruina was wearing silk stockings and high heels, wrapped in a mink coat, and wearing sunglasses, standing in the messy Workshop Street, which was extremely eye-catching. Wang Sanxiao stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed slowly: "Okay, this show It's really pretty."

Xiong Er didn't understand, he was stunned for a while, and uttered a monosyllable: "Ah?"

Wang San smiled and played with a piece of poker, answered irrelevantly and said with a smile: "Suddenly remembered, I haven't seen Wei Guangyao for a few days. Now I think this bear is cuter than Xixi, and I really miss him."

He turned around and went downstairs, took out his mobile phone while walking, dialed a call to Wei Cong, and said with a bright smile, "Hey, Mr. Wei, I have been lying in the hospital for the past few days, and I have thought about a lot of things from the past. , there is one thing, I always feel a little sorry..."

Wei Cong obviously didn't expect him to suddenly call to catch up on the past, and asked excitedly, "San Xiao, have you changed your mind and think that we..."

"Where did you go?" Wang Sanxiao interrupted him, "Actually, I have been brooding over the misunderstanding with my nephew Wei Guangyao last time..."

Wei Cong paused for a moment, then said bluntly, "It is Guangyao who is ignorant and offended the third young master, and he deserves what he deserves."

"No, no," Wang San smiled kindly, "I want to treat him to a meal before leaving Beijing, to clear up this misunderstanding..."

"He's not in Beijing."

"Oh, that's it, that's really a pity," Wang Sanxiao smirked repeatedly, hung up the phone, and sneered, "He really knew that Wei Guangyao was trying to die."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your continued support. Writing three times in one day is a bit overwhelming, and the writing is a bit rough. I hope everyone will forgive me.