Three smiles

Mr. Wei is as romantic as the king of gambling in Macau. He has married six wives. Now he is separated from the sixth wife and lives alone in the old house with a few secretaries. I don't know how many poems and books the old man has read, but he seems to be a very elegant man of etiquette anyway.

Wang Sanxiao followed the life assistant into the study. Mr. Wei was wearing a black double-breasted gown and was studying at his desk the newly obtained picture volume yesterday. Professor Zhang stood beside him with his hands down.

"I haven't seen Mr. Wei for several years, and he is still so energetic." Wang San smiled and complimented, walked into the study, nodded with Professor Zhang, and looked at the picture scroll on the desk, "Does Mr. Wei think something is not true?"

The old man slowly raised himself up. He is very old, the hair on his forehead has fallen out, and only a little short hair is left from the top of his head to the back of his head. His old face has the helplessness of being desperately maintained but still unable to match the years. He took a look Wang San smiled, "I just have some doubts, so I'll ask you two experts to discuss it together."

"This "Song Li Gonglin Huayan's Disguised Phase Picture Volume" has an orderly inheritance and perfect appearance," Professor Zhang said hurriedly, "it is also recorded in Mr. Wang Shixiang's "Bronze Ash Pile", so I think it should be genuine."

Elder Wei glanced at him, but didn't say yes or no, he put the magnifying glass on the desk casually, leaned back, sat in a huanghuali rose writing chair, and said lightly: "Don't be nervous, I heard that Li Gonglin's painting method Sweeping away the powder and daisy, light ink, elegant and elegant, now seeing this painting, I feel simple and warm, with fine coloring, and slightly different from the imagination, is it possible that it is a copy of some painter in later generations?"

"This..." Professor Zhang hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wang Sanxiao, and saw that this guy was just looking at him with a smile, as if he would never speak first, so he had the courage to say, "Old Wei, are you Collectors, especially research on calligraphy and painting, but...but you can't collect it by imagination."

Old Wei's face darkened, and Professor Zhang suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Wang Sanxiao with a sad face, his eyes full of begging.

Wang Sanxiao smiled slightly: "I don't know if Mr. Wei has seen Li Gonglin's "Linwei Yan Shepherd Scroll" collected by the Palace Museum. There are 1286 horses and 143 people in the painting. Although there is no luxury, you can still see the prosperity of the country." He picked up the magnifying glass, leaned over and looked at the picture scroll inch by inch, "There are indeed many counterfeit works that disrupt the collection market, but counterfeit calligraphy and paintings are more rare than counterfeit porcelain. , because painters can imitate the painting methods of the ancients, but they cannot imitate the soul of the painting. Li Gonglin paints with the intention first, and the decoration is the second. I'm afraid that Gu and Lu in the previous life will not be able to match it', Mr. Wei, do you think that even Gu Kaizhi and Lu Tanwei can't match the painting skills, how many of the current painters can imitate?"

After listening to his speech, Wei Lao's face turned pale, he looked up, stared at Wang Sanxiao's young face with sharp eyes, and after a while, nodded his head: "There is some truth in what you said, you are Wang Sanxiao? Wang Baxian's adopted son? Looks familiar."

"A few years ago, I followed my father to visit Mr. Wei." Wang San smiled and paused, "I also have a little friendship with Mr. Ling."

The old man's life assistant followed him and reminded him softly, "Ah Cong bought you a pair of small Qianlong famille rose bowls from a small rural auction house when he was studying in England, and it was with the help of the third young master."

Mr. Wei suddenly realized, looked at Wang San and smiled again, the arrogant arrogance in his eyes faded a little, and there was a hint of appreciation: "You have very good eyesight, I like that pair of pastel bowls very much."

Wang San smiled modestly: "President Wei's filial piety is commendable."

His flattering style is different from Wang Baxian's, and he doesn't have the hypocrisy that makes people's teeth hurt. Besides, he looks very friendly, and he looks much more reliable than his father when he doesn't reveal his true nature, and he can praise others It must be refreshing.

Elder Wei expressed that he liked chatting with such a well-educated young man, so he brought out several antiques for him to appreciate. When Wang Sanxiao walked out of Wei's house, it was already dusk.

A driver was waiting at the door. Seeing him coming out, he said in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wei asked me to take you back to the hotel."

"Thank you very much," Wang Sanxiao got into the car, took his mobile phone to get on the Internet all the way, and suddenly asked when he was about to get off the car, "Why did you Mr. Wei go today?"

The driver smiled apologetically: "I don't know about this either, I've probably been working all the time."

"Oh," Wang San laughed and said casually, "I still want to treat him to a meal, so since he loves work so much...don't bother him."

driver:"……"

Wang Sanxiao returned to the hotel, too lazy to go out to eat, and asked the hotel to send a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice to the room. After eating a few mouthfuls, he put down the spoon depressedly, thinking that although the scale of the hotel he lived in would hardly have an outstanding cook, But this bowl of fried rice is too damn unpalatable.

He dug up a spoonful of fried rice and held it up to his eyes, looked at the light, and felt that the rice was not crystal clear, it looked like it was boiled with swill!

Barely choking for a few mouthfuls, Wang San laughed impulsively, pushed the bowl to stand up, and strode out the door: "Xiong Da, drive, let's go to Yangzhou to eat fried rice."

"!!!" The five-year-old bodyguard stood up suddenly, his mouth was full of fried rice, his eyes were round and he couldn't speak.

Wang San smiled and poked his cheek: "Don't eat it, it tastes so bad and you eat it so happily, don't you have taste buds?"

The majestic bodyguard stretched his neck, his Adam's apple twitched, and swallowed a mouthful of fried rice: "Third Young Master, I'm Xiong Er."

Wang San smiled: "..."

Xiong Er quickly asked, "Shall we drive away now?"

"Nonsense," Wang San smiled as a matter of course, "Hurry up, you and Xiong Da take turns driving, and we will be eating Yangzhou fried rice tomorrow morning."

Xiong Er nodded solemnly, and when Wang Sanxiao turned around and walked back to the room, he suddenly bent down to pick up the rice bowl, and desperately put half of the bowl of fried rice into his mouth.

When Wang Sanxiao heard the voice and turned his head, Xiong Er quickly put down his job, wiped his mouth boldly, and looked at him innocently with his cheeks stuffed like hamsters.

"..." Wang San laughed angrily, "I'll kill you!"

Xiong Er drove the car to the door. Wang Sanxiao put his hands in the windbreaker and walked out of the hotel. He shivered from the cold wind blowing on his face. He turned up his collar and was about to open the car door when he suddenly felt a black car next to him. Cayenne's eyes were very familiar, and he couldn't help but look up.

The car door opened and Wei Cong got out of the car. He was a little surprised when he saw himself, but he quickly recovered his composure and walked over with a smile: "So you also live in this hotel."

Wang San smiled and looked back at the dilapidated and dilapidated signboard lights of the hotel, thinking that there are people who like to live in these nooks and crannies as much as himself?

Glancing at him, he said lightly, "Yeah? So Mr. Wei still has friends staying here?"

Wei Cong smiled: "It's not really a friend, just an occasional acquaintance in the business field."

"That's such a coincidence." Wang San smiled and heyed twice, glanced at his watch, took a step back, looked up and down the man in the suit in front of him, and said coolly, "Beijing Time , at nine o'clock in the evening, Mr. Wei came here late at night, just looking for someone he met by chance in the business field?"

Wei Cong looked at him calmly, and after he finished laughing, he asked in a good-tempered manner, "Why, can't you?"

"Of course!" Wang Sanxiao raised his voice, with a smile on his lips, and his clear voice was even colder in such a cold winter night, "Your President Wei is doing something, when do you need me, Mr. Wang, to tell you?" Is it possible?"

Wei Cong's eyes tightened, as if stung by a word, the past flooded into his mind, he looked at the handsome man in front of him with ecstasy, his eyes were calm and bottomless.

Wang Sanxiao felt guilty at the sight of him, he cleared his throat in a concealed manner, tried his best to maintain a smile on his face, he couldn't help feeling a little irritated in his heart, he raised his eyelids, and said coldly: "What are you looking at?"

Wei Cong came back to his senses in a flash, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said in a low voice: "San Xiao, I owe you an apology for so many years, and then... I did something wrong."

Wang Sanxiao choked for breath, felt his heart almost jumping out of his chest at that moment, the smile on his face gradually turned cold, he looked at the person in front of him indifferently, after a long while, suddenly laughed again, the smile was still very clear Dayi is very calm, "When it comes to what you did back then, after so many years, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong. Besides, I am the one who owes an apology. No matter how angry you are, I shouldn't blow you up with a desk lamp." head of."

"..." Thinking of the embarrassing past, Wei Cong was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing with him, "Your personality seems to be much more easy-going now."

Wang San smiled with an unfathomable face like a martial arts master: "Boss Wei is much calmer than before."

The two stood in the cold wind, speechless to each other. After a while, Wang San smiled and shook his head at the hotel: "Aren't you looking for your business partner? Go, they will get angry if they wait for a long time."

There was teasing in his tone, Wei Cong knew that he had been seen through, so he shook his head and smiled, and asked with concern, "Are you going out so late?"

Wang Sanxiao lazily raised his eyelids to look at him, and sneered: "Is it up to you?"

"..." Wei Cong choked suddenly.

Wang Sanxiao laughed heartily, opened the car door and sat in, closed the car door heavily, let out a breath of relief as he sat up straight, and said with a smile: "Xiong Da, drive!"

"Third Young Master," the driver turned around, "I'm Xiong Er."

"..." Wang Sanxiao's smile froze immediately, as if he had eaten three boiled eggs and didn't drink any water, choking his internal organs and panicked, furious, "Grandpa Xiong! From today on, you will be called Xiong Da!"

The driver said happily: "That's great, I've wanted to be the big brother for a long time."

Wang Sanxiao took a deep breath, kicked hard, and roared: "What are you talking about, drive!!!"

Before the words finished, Bentley rushed out at the speed of a rocket.

Wang San smiled and turned his head, and saw Wei Cong still standing at the entrance of the hotel, under the dim light of the signboard, tall and tall, with a tall and straight figure, his figure seemed to be ten times better than before.