Three smiles

The car on the expressway at night is like a dragon, Wang Sanxiao is lying on his back in the car, looking sideways at a car passing by, the dim yellow headlights reflect each other, and the light reflected on the car window is silent face of water.

The city of Beijing has been left far behind, Wang Sanxiao picked up his mobile phone and wanted to surf the Internet, but found that he couldn't calm down at all.It's been a long time since he counted the time. Those past events of Yanyan's jokes have passed for too long, so long that it seems that they are not his own stories at all. Now that the tide is coming, he feels that everything is vivid.

The driver was replaced by Xiong Da, and Xiong Er sat in the co-pilot, looking back with his head poking around, Wang San smiled expressionlessly: "What are you looking at?"

"That...Third Young Master," Xiong Er hesitated for a while, and then bravely asked, "Why do we go to Yangzhou in such a smoldering manner?"

"Eat fried rice."

"Uh..." Xiong Er twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is the fried rice in Yangzhou very delicious?"

Wang Sanxiao raised his eyelids, stared unhappily at his thick eyebrows and big eyes, which seemed to be simple and honest, and said maliciously: "What do you want to say?"

Xiong Er shrank his head: "No...it's nothing."

Wang Sanxiao leaned forward suddenly, raised his arms to hook his neck, and smiled brightly: "Come on, brother, come on, let's have an open and honest exchange, and you can raise any opinions on me, why do you have to be so euphemistic?" ?”

Seeing his smile, Xiong Er's face turned pale: "No...no objection."

"What are you afraid of?" Wang San said softly with a smile, "We have been in the same boat through thick and thin for so many years, you don't know who I am, brother, can I eat you?"

Xiong Er nodded dumbly: "Yes."

Wang San laughed coldly: "What?"

"No...can't!" Xiong Er resolutely said.

"What are you yelling about?" Wang Sanxiao's face changed, strangled his neck, and said in a vicious voice, "If you have something to say, say it, if you fart, let it go, and then give me hesitation, believe it or not, I will kick you on the highway? "

Xiong Er faltered for a moment, and said falteringly: "If you want to eat fried rice, you don't need to go to Yangzhou. Beijing also has authentic Yangzhou fried rice."

Wang San smiled unreasonably: "I am willing."

"Oh."

"Oh what?" Wang San smiled unhappily, "Do you still have an opinion? Huh?"

"Nope, nope," Xiong Er shouted loudly, smashing the can, "I have no opinion at all, really, I understand this operation very well, the fried rice in Yangzhou must be very~special~delicious."

Wang Sanxiao took a deep breath, and just about to yell, Xiong Da, who had been concentrating on driving, suddenly said calmly: "Second brother, don't be naughty, third young master didn't leave Beijing just to escape."

The curse that had reached his lips was forced back into his throat, Wang San stared at the two expressionlessly with a smile on his face, as if a hundred catties of cotton had been stuffed into his chest, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

After a while, he kicked the front seat violently and shouted: "Turn back, go back to Beijing!"

Xiong Er turned pale with shock: "What? We have already arrived in Dongying, now turn around? Don't you want to eat fried rice?"

eat your grandpa!Wang Sanxiao looked at him fiercely: "If you talk too much, get out of the car and run back to Beijing!"

Xiong Er instantly shut up.

The car turned around at the next exit, changed direction, and sped towards Beijing.After a night of galloping, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning when they returned to Beijing, and they got stuck on the Xizhimen overpass.

Wang Sanxiao lowered the car window and looked forward, only to see a colorful long dragon in the distance, which is quite beautiful, but it's a pity that the long dragon didn't even move for half an hour.

Xiong Er asked, "Third Young Master, what should we do?"

"What else can I do?" Wang San smiled angrily, "The front is blocked like constipation, if you have the ability, you can fly over."

Xiong Er blinked his eyes.

Wang San smiled and lowered his face: "What do you want to say?"

Xiong Er is very good at judging the situation. After pondering the expression of the other party, he felt that the third young master who was breathing fire was much more kind than the smiling third young master, so he bravely murmured: "Third young master, you have been a little irritable these two days. Like an aunt."

Wang San smiled happily.

Suddenly, a layer of white sweat rose from Xiong Er's back. Although it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, there were bead-sized beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Wang Sanxiao took out a clean handkerchief that still exuded the fragrance of roses from his pocket, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled kindly: "You can't stop talking, second brother, you are really a man."

As the words fell to the ground, he slammed the handkerchief onto Xiong Er's face with force, rubbed it vigorously, and said angrily, "I call you cheap! Call you cheap! Give me another fucking try!" Try! Stupid!"

Xiong Er: "QAQ, oh, oh, I was wrong..."

Wang San smiled and rubbed tired, and glanced out: "Get out of the car, and move all the cars in front of me!"

"!!!" Xiong Er was dumbfounded.

The car was flying around, and Xiong Da suddenly handed over a mobile phone: "Third Young Master, Ms. Yarina's phone number."

Wang San smiled and threw away the handkerchief, leaned lazily on the back, and took the mobile phone: "Hello? Ya'er... Xizhimen is blocked... what painting?" I don't know what was said on the other side, he suddenly sat up straight, beautiful There was a cunning gleam in the peach blossom's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Is the way reliable... What is the origin of the other party? That's fine, come and pick me up, and I'll send you a location."

Half an hour later, the team leader was still motionless, and a pink little sheep electric car was parked beside him. Wang San smiled at the man's naked legs, dumbfounded: "Fuck, it's eight degrees below zero, your legs are Is it stainless steel?"

Sitting on the little sheep was a beautiful woman with a slender waist and long legs. She took off her helmet and burst into tears: "It's his aunt's, my mother is about to freeze and bleed and pee!"

Wang San smiled and opened the car door: "Come in and be warm."

"No, I'm in a hurry," Ya Ruina threw him a helmet, "The patron has a bad temper, hurry up."

Wang Sanxiao didn't hesitate for a second between the cold and the money, took the helmet and sat on the back seat of the little sheep. This time it was Xiong Daxiong's turn to be dumbfounded: "Third Young Master, it's too cold outside..."

What answered them was the exhaust of the little sheep.

The little sheep is not big, but it has a lot of power. It rushed left and right among the motionless convoys, and quickly broke out of the encirclement, rushing all the way to a men's health club.

At 08:30 in the morning, the one-night carnival had already ended, and the entire clubhouse was devastated like a battlefield.

Wang Sanxiao was almost frozen like a dog all the way, and when he got out of the car, he lit a cigarette to keep warm, and followed Ya Ruina into the clubhouse: "What's the background of your benefactor?"

"Rich."

"Nonsense," Wang San smiled angrily, thinking that since you can get into your old man's eyes, you must be either rich or powerful.He never asks about his background when making friends. Although this young lady named Ya Ruina is full of dust and dust, she has come to her current position step by step in the mire of paper obsession and gold drunkenness. The ability is quite good, the two have cooperated in several businesses, and the huge profits made both parties very satisfied.

Walking to a door, Ya Ruina held the doorknob, turned her head and said in a low voice: "This idiot is not old, but he is not young. He was persuaded to quit because he was suspected of school violence when he was studying in the United States. He just returned to China. It's..." She laughed mockingly, "I don't know anything about it."

Wang San smiled clearly,

Ya Ruina pushed open the door, and the inside was in a mess. There were five or six boys and girls lying on the huge sofa. She walked over, kicked an empty red wine bottle on the carpet, kicked a thin leg, and growled. : "Get up, get out, hurry up!"

The boys and girls got up lazily, complained softly, and dragged themselves out of the room. Ya Ruina walked to the bathroom, knocked on the door, opened the door and walked in.

There was an ambiguous flirting sound in the bathroom, and after a while, a tall man wrapped in a bathrobe came out, without even looking at Wang Sanxiao, he sat on the sofa, raised his head and closed his eyes to meditate: "Who is he? "

"He is Wang Sanxiao," Ya Ruina leaned over and rubbed his temples, and said softly, "The son of Wang Baxian, the number one broker in the antique shop."

The man sneered: "Son? Cut, where is Wang Baxian himself?"

Wang Sanxiao looked at him indifferently, and found that this person looked like a dog, his facial features were handsome, and he could be called a talent, but at this moment, his eyes were dark, as if he had been addicted to alcohol for a long time.

Ya Ruina quickly explained: "Baqian has gone to Xi'an recently, and he won't come back so soon. If we want to make a move as soon as possible, we have to laugh three times."

"Thank you," Wang San said lazily, "I'm just an ordinary broker, there's nothing I can't do."

Ya Ruina smiled, and introduced the two of them: "Three smiles, this is Godfrey."

Wang San smiled, and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter with Gao?"

"Godfrey," Arina repeated softly, "This name is very nice, and the meaning is very good..."

Wang Sanxiao said lightly: "I have no culture, I can't speak foreign language, do I have a Chinese name?"

"Are you looking for faults?" Godfrey raised his head suddenly, looked at Wang San with a stern smile, but was startled for a moment, a trace of amazement slipped through the cloudy eyes of the hangover, and snorted haughtily, "You are Wang San Laughing? She looks pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Sanxiao nodded with a gentle smile.

Ya Ruina quickly smoothed things over: "Are we here to see the goods?"

Wang San smiled and glanced at the messy champagne bottles on the coffee table and the blurred crystal lamp above his head: "The conditions here are not good. The "Nine Dragons Scroll" has existed for hundreds of years, and it has strict requirements on the temperature and humidity in the environment."

Godfrey shook his head: "Go to the bedroom."

The three of them walked into the deep part of the suite, which was a clean bedroom. Ya Ruina took out a scroll and unfolded it carefully. Wang Sanxiao leaned over and looked at it inch by inch. The pearl is in the white waves, the brush is vigorous and vigorous, and the ink is splashed into the clouds, which is a rare masterpiece."

Arina coquettishly praised: "Godfrey's collection is definitely infallible."

Godfrey sat on the single sofa, lit a cigarette, and went straight to the subject with a hoarse voice: "How much is it worth?"

"Hanhai Auction once listed a piece of Zhang Zongcang's "Landscape Vertical Scroll Imitating Huanghe Mountain Woodcutter" in 1753, with an estimated price of about 120 million. It's less than 100 million," Wang San smiled lightly, "Can you tell me how this painting got into your hands?"

Godfrey gave him an unhappy look: "Family."

Wang Sanxiao is so smart, one look at his face and you can tell how much water is in these words, and he understands it, and said with a half-smile: "Understood, but I don't know if you want to make a move as soon as possible, or if you want to let go of the rumors and wait for the price to sell." .”

Godfrey said impatiently, "When will I see the money the soonest?"

Wang San laughed confidently: "Today."

It's already nine o'clock after leaving the health club, Wang Sanxiao sat at the breakfast shop on the side of the street, drank a big bowl of fried liver with buns, wiped his mouth after eating, a Ferrari trotted up at the door, Wang Sanxiao got on the car: " Xiong Da is still blocked?"

"Hey," Xiong Er gloated, "If he has the ability, he will fly back with the car on his back. Young Master San, you want to sell the painting to the Wei family?"

Wang Sanxiao flipped through the address book on the phone: "That tall bastard wants to see money as soon as possible, the old man is the best choice."

Mr. Wei is the No. [-] Tianzi in the antique shop, who loves calligraphy and painting very much and is not short of money. He was shocked when he heard this "Nine Dragons Scroll of Zhang Zongcang in Qing Dynasty Imitating Chen Rong" appeared in the market, and immediately sent someone to trade with him.

After getting 20 commission, Wang Sanxiao felt very strange holding the check. Since he entered the business, it was the first time he saw such a careless person buying antiques. I don't care much about the story of an ancient painting.

It seems that this old Wei is really a person who loves painting extremely, but this picture scroll of Nine Dragons is indeed very precious, and it is not ruled out that the transaction is so fast because he is worried about extra problems.

Putting the check in his pocket casually, Wang Sanxiao swayed out of the health club with his hands in his windbreaker, Ya Ruina chased him out: "Third Young Master!"

Wang San smiled and turned around: "Huh?"

Ya Ruina glanced at the gate of the clubhouse, and asked in a low voice: "The idiot wants your contact information, can you give it?"

Wang San smiled and thought about it, wondering: "It seems that this guy wants to bypass you and contact me directly in the future? What is his background? See, he doesn't know anything about antiques, and he doesn't look like he came from a family of collectors."

"I can't tell you the specific background. I heard it's quite complicated. He was born by the younger wife, but raised by the older wife." Ya Ruina curled her lips in disdain.

"We don't understand the world of rich people," Wang San smiled and said indifferently, "If he wants my contact information, he will give it to me. Don't worry, you will not lose your benefits."

Ya Ruina gave him a coquettish smile and said, "Look at what you said, but don't blame me for not reminding you, that idiot is a man and woman."

"That's why I like you," Wang San smiled, squeezed her face, and waved his hands with a smile, "Don't worry about my chastity, he wants to eat me, it's 800 years earlier, I'm leaving."

The words were chic and unrestrained, as if he was not afraid of the rich and powerful, but when he received Ya Ruina's call at night, Wang Sanxiao immediately jumped up from the bed like a carp, and jumped into the car like a rabbit, Xiong Da kicked Stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, he escaped from Beijing city like burning his buttocks.

Xiong Er was still wearing a steam eye mask on his forehead, and he stammered, "Third...Third Young Master, what's going on...in the middle of the night?"

"I'm in a good mood, and I practiced in the middle of the night," Wang San smiled, his face as dark as a pot, and Ya Ruina's howling like a pig just now echoed in his head: "San Shao, you sold the painting to the Wei family? Fuck your grandpa!" The legs and the painting were stolen by that idiot, and the owner of the treasure is Mr. Wei!!!”

"Who is that idiot?"

Ya Ruina howled ghostly: "Old grandson of Wei, I was miserably hurt by you, that idiot was severely punished by his grandfather, who threatened to kill you, third young master, run away, strong dragons do not overwhelm local snakes! "