Three smiles

Although the behavior of Wei's grandfather and grandson was very suspicious, Wang Sanxiao was still a very professional antique dealer. He comforted Mu Xixi, and then boarded the car with Wei Cong.

Nanhong Public Market is sponsored by the China Nanhong Agate Organizing Committee and co-organized by the local Nanhong Cultural Association. The venue is located in the trading market. Wang Sanxiao accompanied Wei Cong to pay the deposit at the door and received the bidding certificate, and entered the transaction In the center, as far as the eye can see, there are mountains of rough stones and bustling crowds.

Wei Cong is a three-legged cat when it comes to gambling stones. He held up a rough stone the size of a cantaloupe and shone it with a strong flashlight. From the small window wiped out of the leather shell, he could see a red cloud inside, which was very bright. He looked up and smiled at Wang San. : "What do you think of this piece?"

Wang Sanxiao squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth, took the rough stone from him, raised his hand and gently twirled the stone near the small window, pondered for a while, took some water from the nearby water pipe, poured it on, and irradiated it with a strong flashlight. Nodding: "I think it's good, the inner crystal is dense, it should be cherry red, and it doesn't look like a lot of cracks."

The label on the front of this rough stone says it weighs 2253 grams and has a base price of 170 million. Wei Cong asked in a low voice, "Is it worth it?"

"The reserve price is a little high," Wang San smiled and calculated, "It's 800 yuan per gram, which is inflated and not worth it. 80 yuan is about the same."

Wei Cong understood, and put down the original stone: "Then don't want it."

The two wandered around the public market for a long time. Wei Cong only threw in two fist-sized rough stones, none of which were sincere and only slightly higher than the reserve price. .

He wasn't depressed either, he smiled at Wang San and said, "Look how unlucky I am today, it's a waste of time."

"Why don't I feel how unlucky you are?" Wang Sanxiao stretched his neck to see the organizer opening the bid not far away, and said casually, "On the contrary, you look very energetic."

"Huh?" Wei Cong looked at him curiously.

Wang San smiled and turned his head, looked around his face, and came to a conclusion: "Like an old cat who stole fish and pretended to be innocent."

"Hahaha..." Wei Cong laughed loudly, shaking his head while laughing, "Anyway, I don't have a good image in your eyes."

As the bidding amount for the last piece of rough stone was revealed, the first day of the public offering was over, and the two of them had nothing to show for it. Wang San smiled and glanced at Wei Cong, thinking what's so funny, how dare you laugh at wasting my day?

He turned around and walked back with a cigarette in his mouth, humming: "I still want a good image, and I don't want to see what you did..."

Wei Cong kept up with him: "This public offer will last for ten days, come tomorrow?"

"It's up to you, you are the employer."

Wei Cong came up with a bad idea: "You have traveled far and wide and know a lot. What are the delicious and fun things around here? Why don't we just go shopping and treat it as a vacation."

Wang Sanxiao stopped, turned to look at him, almost wanted to spray smoke on his face, raised his hand and gestured behind him, and said angrily: "Brother, look back, this broken land is nothing but mountains and dirt, and There are mines all over the mountains and plains below, I will take your old man up the mountain to dig Nanhong?"

Wei Cong was ridiculed by him with a gun and a stick, but he smiled kindly: "That's pretty good."

Wang Sanxiao also laughed, with a very sincere, dignified, and extraordinary demeanor.

The two of them smirked face to face for a long time, Wang Sanxiao suddenly pulled a passing staff member, pushed him in front of Wei Cong, and said with a smile: "Brother, the Shaobaojiamai in front of you is from Beijing." Big Boss, the kind who is so poor that he only has money left, and now he wants to go to the mountains to mine and experience life, please take him to learn more, goodbye!"

After that, he hummed a little tune and turned away.

After 2 minutes, Wei Cong caught up with him, and asked the teacher immediately: "Is there a consultant like you? Just throw me away! Deduction of money!"

Wang San smiled leisurely and let out a string of smoke rings: "Employer, I am creating an opportunity for you to experience life, why are you still asking the teacher? It's really hard to serve."

"You're trying to find fault with me," Wei Cong said, "That young man just now looked at me like he was crazy."

Wang San smiled squintingly: "You really look like a psychopath."

Wei Cong was choked up by his direct rebuttal, and suspected that he was too complacent, so he restrained himself a little, looked at Wang Sanxiao's slender waist and long legs swaying as he walked, and cursed in a low voice: "They're all crazy, don't dislike anyone."

When the two returned to the hotel, Mu Xixi was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. Seeing Wang Sanxiao follow Wei Cong into the room, he hurriedly stuffed the mobile phone under the pillow, curled up under the quilt, and squeezed out a pear face. With the rain, he said sadly: "Brother Xiao, I feel so uncomfortable."

"Endure it," Wang San smiled indifferently, poured himself a cup of hot water and drank it, then poured another cup and brought it over, sat on his bedside, picked up the medicine box on the bedside table and took a look, "Does the medicine not work?"

"Just a little bit," Mu Xixi got up and drank the hot water, his pale face looked more and more pitiful under the dim light of the hotel, "Brother Xiao, what did you gain today?"

"There are no grains," Wang Sanxiao took out a piece of jelly beans from his pocket, which was given to him when Wei Cong and Wei Cong had finished eating at a restaurant near the trading center at noon, and stuffed it into Mu Xixi's mouth: "Come on, Add some glucose."

Mu Xixi rolled his tongue, put the jelly beans into his mouth, sucked them twice, and smiled broadly: "This is delicious, is there any more?"

Wang San smiled and turned to look at Wei Cong: "Don't you still have a piece?"

"have eaten."

"When did you eat it? I've been with you all the time. Why didn't I see you eating candy?" Wang San smiled and suddenly smirked, "Could it be that you secretly ate it while going to the bathroom?"

Wei Cong admitted confidently: "Yes!"

Wang Sanxiao choked suddenly, he always knew this thing was not a thing, but he didn't expect it to be so bad, he didn't even give up a piece of jelly beans to his grandson, stared at him for a long time, and could only sincerely admire: "... awesome."

Chef Mu collapsed. For dinner, he ate the food provided by the hotel. It was fried with a lot of oil and salt. It tasted delicious after one bite. After another bite, his mouth was full of seasoning. On the phone with his assistant on the balcony, Wang Sanxiao dragged a bowl of stewed eggs in front of Mu Xixi: "Eat."

Mu Xixi dug a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth: "This egg is not stewed well. If it were me, I would put a layer of clams on the bottom and sprinkle salted egg yolk on top. It's neither salty nor bland, and it's nothing to eat."

"That's it, no choice," Wang Sanxiao served him another bowl of porridge, and unconsciously turned his head to glance at the balcony, only to see Wei Cong talking on the phone with his back turned to them. In the afterglow of the setting sun, it looks particularly tall and straight.

Mu Xixi bit the spoon and asked with a smile: "Hey, Brother Xiao, did Qi Ye feel sorry for you back then? I think you seem to despise him. What unforgivable deed did he do?"

Wang San smiled and ate expressionlessly: "Didn't I tell you that he is not good at bedtime?"

"I do not believe."

Wang San smiled and put down the bowl, and looked at Mu Xixi softly: "Back then...he cooked me a bowl of instant noodles, delicious seafood tonkotsu noodles, the soup was thick and delicious, if I put an egg on it, I would die."

Mu Xixi was dumbfounded, opened his mouth wide to look at him, and uttered a monosyllable: "Huh?"

"But he didn't let go," Wang San said with a very serious expression, full of vicissitudes of experience, "Remember, Xixi, whether a person loves you or not depends on whether he cooks noodles for you or not." You can tell from the eggs."

Mu Xixi was stunned for a long time, and then murmured: "Because he didn't put eggs, so you used the lamp to open the scoop for him? And you won't forgive him for so many years?"

"Yes," Wang Sanxiao nodded solemnly, "Eggs are very important."

Mu Xixi muttered: "Even if it's a pigeon egg, it's not that bad..."

"Listen to his nonsense," Wei Cong came back from the phone call, and heard Wang Sanxiao rambling there, smiled and sat back on the chair, picked up a spoon and dug a spoonful of stewed eggs from Mu Xixi, "Well, this taste That's right," he said, dragging the whole bowl in front of him.

Mu Xixi was depressed: "Hey, that's mine!"

"Your stomach is not in good condition, don't eat indiscriminately, drink porridge." Wei Cong pushed the whole pot of porridge in front of Mu Xixi, turned to look at Wang Sanxiao, "I heard that there is a small public dish in the local area. ?”

"Yes, are you going?"

"It's good to gain some insight," Wei Cong said calmly, "You also saw today that the rough stones on the public market are not good materials for the bottom of the box, but the reserve price is quite high."

Wang San laughed and snorted: "Mostly, the merchants participating in the public offering and the organizers are jointly hyping, and want to raise Nanhong to a new level, but unfortunately, the current price is already a bubble, and if it continues to speculate, it is hard to guarantee that it will fail." It will collapse like Amethyst and Huanglongyu back then, and then I don’t know how many people will jump off the building.”

Mu Xixi interjected, "But there are few Nanhong mines, and the Baoshan mine is extinct."

"Stones, there are many ways to play, few and few ways to play, anyway, there is no fear of no play."

Wang Sanxiao was very efficient. He contacted the non-governmental organization the next day. It was actually a private underground public market. It was a bit like a black market in nature. Amazing personal arm.

In the evening, the sponsor's car stopped at the entrance of the hotel. Wang Sanxiao accompanied Wei Cong into the car and said in a low voice, "After all, it's a black market. Bidders are not allowed to bring bodyguards."

Wei Cong nodded: "I understand."

The off-road vehicle drove all the way out of the downtown area and drove straight into the mountains. Since the discovery of the Nanhong mine, large-scale development has begun nearby. The scenery of the green mountains and rivers in Sichuan has been completely destroyed, replaced by roaring machines and smoke and dust all over the sky. .

Wang Sanxiao opened the curtains, looked at the gloomy forest in the twilight, looked up, and saw on the winding mountain road, ten steps at a time, black cars lined up in a long queue, and the flashing lights of the cars were like Will-o'-the-wisp.

The off-road vehicle drove into the deep mountains and stopped in front of a villa. The staff smiled and opened the door: "You two, welcome."

Wei Cong pulled Wang Sanxiao out of the car, looked up at this beautiful and huge white villa, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect this place to be quite beautiful."

"It's more beautiful inside," Wang Sanxiao walked towards the door.

Wei Cong followed him: "Have you been here before? With whom?"

"Hey, I'm asking about my client information again." Wang Sanxiao stopped at the office at the door, exchanged the admission ticket for a bidding card, glanced at the card, and threw it to Wei Cong with a smile, "Look at you! Get this stupid number."

Wei Cong took a look at the sign, 4842, and also laughed: "You were the one who operated the whole process, and you also drew the number plate. Now you are throwing the blame on me? Tell me, do you seem like a second?"

Wang San laughed and laughed, and walked into the main hall, the inside of the villa was indeed more beautiful than the outside, the decoration was resplendent, and the specifications were high, it was comparable to a large auction in Beijing.

The number of people who came to bid was much less than that of the public auction during the day, but they were obviously experts, either big antique dealers or collectors who had been immersed in jade for many years. The general Nanhong lovers had no way to come in.

The released targets have been carefully selected. The round rough stones are placed on the ground. The big ones are the size of winter melons, and the small ones are not even as good as potatoes. Each gram is between 3 and 400 yuan. A fair price for moisture.

Different from the public market during the day, the rough stones here have no windows, and the gambling is more serious. You may spend millions of dollars. If there is nothing to open, it is just a broken stone. The gain or loss depends entirely on your eyesight.

Wang Sanxiao chose three yuan and asked Wei Cong to bid. The two sat on the balcony on the second floor drinking tea, waiting quietly for the opening of the bid at midnight.

The villa is on the top of the mountain. Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire Daliang Mountain. There is a dark forest at your feet. Looking far away, you can see the lights of thousands of houses in the city center.

If it weren't for the lively noise coming from downstairs, they seemed to have been far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

The two were relatively quiet for a long time, Wei Cong took a sip of tea, and said casually: "This tea seems to be good, and the taste is quite different from the tea areas in the southeast."

"There have been old tea trees in Sichuan since ancient times. The first sentence of Lu Yu's "Tea Classics" is "the tea maker is the best wood in the south... There are two people hugging in the Ba Mountains and Gorges, and cut them down." Wang Sanxiao held The teacup said, "Sichuan spring tea is 45 days earlier than other places, and it starts to be picked on the sixth day of the first lunar month. Our pot is old Sichuan tea, a native variety, hard and soft, hard on the outside and soft on the inside. Absolutely, like the character of a Sichuanese."

Wei Cong looked at him with a smile, and after a while, he sighed with emotion: "How many years have we not chatted quietly like this?"

"Six...seven years? Eight years?" Wang Sanxiao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and was shocked to find that the time has been so long that he can't count it. After so many years, the pain of betrayal and the pain of life and death seem to be too much. Not as painful as I imagined.

Look, if you are really in pain, how can you not even count the time?

Don't forget about it, if there are thousands of clues accumulated in the mind over the years of trivial matters, once you think about it, you will inevitably turn up turbulent waves, and those fragmentary memories that take the opportunity to stir up troubles are like snowflakes flying in the sky. The ice made my heart tremble.

"Time flies so fast," Wei Cong sighed in a low voice, pointing to his forehead, "This scar is five years old."

Wang San smiled and looked at him in surprise: "Only five years?"

"What?" Wei Cong smiled wryly, "Do you think we have been separated for ten or eight years?"

Wang San smiled and said dumbly: "I feel like it's been a long time." It's so long that it seems that those lingering memories of red sleeves, talking and laughing are already in the past lifetime.

Wei Cong looked at him, suddenly restrained his expression, and said seriously: "You hate that I lied to you back then, I know, this is too much humiliation to you, I regret it very much."

Perhaps it was because the night in the deep mountain was too quiet, Wang Sanxiao felt that the hostility in his body was softened a lot, he did not look into Wei Cong's affectionate eyes, but looked at the dark mountain forest, and asked softly: "Since it has been five years, why did you two not married?"

"...Who?" Wei Cong was taken aback for a moment, and then understood, "Oh, you said she...you left in a fit of anger at that time, and I didn't have the heart to talk to her for a short time. When I realized it, she connected with a classmate. There are children."

"You're wearing a green hat...you really deserve it," Wang San smiled and laughed, "If you two really get married, it's called a fraudulent marriage. You really don't have to be afraid of dying."

Wei Cong laughed lightly: "We each take what we need, we all know it well, we do it voluntarily, and we can't lie or not."

Just as Wang Sanxiao was about to taunt a few more words, a staff member suddenly walked up to the terrace: "Dear guests, there are still 5 minutes until the opening of bids. Please wait in the lobby downstairs."

At midnight, the bid was opened on time, and Wei Cong won the bid for a small rough stone, 487 grams, worth 8 yuan, no matter whether the bet is high or the bet is lost, it will not be too happy or sad.

After receiving the rough stone, the staff smiled and said, "Do you want to cut it on site? We have professionals and tools that can provide you with this service."

Wei Cong thought for a while, "That's fine."

Before the words fell, a familiar roar suddenly burst out after hearing the crowd: "Fuck! Such a big piece of Jinhong, I, Tang Xingxing, finally fucking changed luck hahahahaha..."