Three smiles

A few days later, that Zheng Xiaohu really came to Wang Sanxiao, saying that he brought some antiques from his hometown, Wang Sanxiao took Mu Xixi with him, and made an appointment at a restaurant, sat down to order, and the food would be served in a short while Not coming, Wang Sanxiao ordered another pot of strong tea.

The tea was not finished, Zheng Xiaohu came as promised with a woven bag on his back, put the woven bag on the ground, rubbed his hands and laughed out a pair of small canine teeth: "Brother Xiao, this is left after the death of my second uncle, we No one at home understands, so show me."

Wang Sanxiao poured him a cup of tea and said with a smile: "Sit down and have a rest, this restaurant is hard to find, how did you come here, look at your sweat."

"Take a taxi!" Zheng Xiaohu picked up the teacup and drank it down, praising, "Oh, brother Xiao's tea is really good!" He said with great interest and took out an old pot from the woven bag, "I carry it on my back. How about millions of antiques, how dare you squeeze the subway?"

"How do you know it's worth several million? If it's Gu Jingzhou's, a plain pot at the auction will be worth tens of millions." Wang Sanxiao liked his tiger-headed and tiger-headed appearance very much, and deliberately teased him, "However, One is a big teapot made of mud, which costs tens of dollars and no one wants it.”

Zheng Xiaohu pointed to the small characters on the pot: "Although I'm not very educated, I also know that a big teapot made of clay can't write such beautiful characters."

"You know quite a lot," Wang San smiled and glanced at him, pointing to the small characters on the shoulder of the pot, and explained, "This inscription is written in a chic style, typical of Chen Mansheng's running script."

Mu Xixi carefully identified the inscription: "The tea is ripe, the chrysanthemum is blooming, the autumn lovers, come or not, Man Sheng... Haha, this inscription is not bad."

Wang San smiled and said: "Chen Mansheng is one of the eight families in Xiling, so he is naturally not an ordinary person. Most of the purple sand teapots he cooperated with the Yang brothers and sisters left the 'Amantuo Room' mark on the bottom of the teapot." Seeing the inscription in four characters and two lines: Amantuo Room, he went on to say, "Chen Mansheng made thousands of pots in his life, leaving behind [-] styles, which are called Mansheng [-] styles. This kind is called Hehuan pot. The two vessels are combined together, so it is called Hehuan, which means everyone is happy."

"I don't know the eighteen styles of Mansheng," Zheng Xiaohu stared at Wang Sanxiao's thin lips and chuckled, "but I know the eighteen styles of Longyang."

Mu Xixi's heart skipped a beat, and he looked intently at Wang Sanxiao, only to see him glance at Zheng Xiaohu with a smile, and said calmly: "Then Mr. Zheng is really knowledgeable and ambitious."

Zheng Xiaohu knew that he was mocking him, but he wasn't annoyed, he smiled brightly: "I don't have much knowledge, knowing this is already pretty awesome."

"You will be even more awesome in the future," Wang Sanxiao raised his hand and poked him on the shoulder affectionately, "In 2014, Hangzhou Xiling Yinshe Autumn Auction once sold an Amanda style ewer, and the transaction price was..."

Zheng Xiaohu stretched out his hand anxiously to push him: "Oh, don't be fooled, tell me quickly, what's the transaction price?"

Wang San raised his eyebrows with a smile, touched his teacup with his fingernails, and looked at him with a smile.

Zheng Xiaohu immediately picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, and said anxiously: "Quickly moisten your throat, tell me, how much is it?"

Wang Sanxiao has a bad personality, the more he sees him sweating anxiously, the more slowly he holds the teacup, smells the fragrance of the tea, and frowns: "Um...the tea is cold..."

"Hey, my dear mother, don't talk nonsense," Zheng Xiaohu could not wait to put tea and a cup into his mouth, like a little tiger who sees a fat rabbit but refuses to eat it, he is about to scratch the wall .

Wang Sanxiao teased enough, and then lightly parted her lips: "The transaction price is 534.75 million yuan."

"!!!" Zheng Xiaohu gasped, looked around, his whole body was twitching, and he was about to faint.

Mu Xixi stood up suddenly in fright, tremblingly: "He he he..."

Wang Sanxiao stood up abruptly, picked up the residual tea in the cup and poured it on his face.

A cup of herbal tea splashed on his face, Zheng Xiaohu suddenly came back to his senses, twirled around twice in a daze, and suddenly rushed forward and hugged Wang San with a smile, his voice changed when he laughed: "Ahahaha... 500 Wan... ha ha ha... I'm going to make a fortune... I'm going to make a fortune!"

Wang Sanxiao obviously didn't expect this guy to look smart, but Fan Jin, who was in the first place, patted him on the back helplessly: "Well, you're rich, let me go, you're going to strangle me to death!" ..."

Zheng Xiaohu turned a deaf ear to it, he was almost stunned by the sudden windfall, he hugged Wang Sanxiao and turned around, tilted his head, and kissed him on the cheek with a big mouthful.

Wang San smiled: "!!!"

"Fuck you, uncle!" Mu Xixi's eyes were about to burst, and he jumped up with a roar, and raised his fist as an eye-sealing hammer. Wang San smiled sharply, twisted his waist suddenly, turned over and pressed Zheng Xiaohu against the wall, Just dodged Mu Xixi's fist.

"Brother Xiao, protect him!" Mu Xixi was so aggrieved that he almost ran away violently.

Wang Sanxiao was overwhelmed, he was stretched by Zheng Xiaohu's strong arms like iron hoops, he rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue twice, and cursed: "Fuck you, get this crazy dog ​​away, fuck it!" Your uncle's..."

Seeing that his face was blushing from being strangled, Mu Xixi rushed up and separated the two with force, grabbing Zheng Xiaohu and trying to punch him.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Xiaohu was so excited that he turned his face and hugged him, kissed him again, and laughed loudly: "I'm rich...haha... I'm rich! Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao is my benefactor, it's my Bole..."

Wang San smiled and twisted his small waist that was almost strangled by him, touched his cheeks and thought: I am Bole, but you are considered a thousand-mile horse with your fucking cowardice?

Whether it is a thousand-mile horse or not, I have to say something else, anyway, it is true that Zheng Xiaohu made a fortune like this. Wang Sanxiao contacted a collector who was obsessed with old teapots. Yes!Wang Sanxiao immediately decided to go to Zaozhuang with him.

Mu Xixi naturally thought that Wang Sanxiao would bring him with him, but he never expected that after he packed his clothes, Wang Sanxiao waved his sleeves, not even taking a single strand of his hair away. I feel like the boss after giving birth to a second child, and my status in Brother Xiao's heart is even worse than that of diving.

Brother Xiao... Now even Brother Xiao is not exclusive to me!

Why is that crazy cuddly little tiger also called Brother Xiao? ? ?

Wei Cong rang the doorbell a few times but didn't wait for the door to be opened, so he had to open it with the key himself. When he walked into the living room, he saw Mu Xixi lying on the sofa biting his pillow depressedly. Gone? Why didn't he take you with him?"

It's true that which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, Mu Xixi suffered from a second stroke, and lay down on the spot and ignored him.

Wei Cong didn't take his indifference seriously, poured himself a glass of ice water and drank it, tore off the collar of his shirt, casually sat on the single sofa next to him, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

It wasn't until he had finished watching the entire episode of "Huan Zhu Ge Ge" that Mu Xixi still lay beside him, and Wei Cong turned his head: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Mu Xixi snorted lifelessly.

Wei Cong pinched his chin and turned his face away, he was surprised to see the deep disappointment in those beautiful eyes, and frowned: "What happened to Sanxiao?"

"I know your three smiles," Mu Xixi broke free from his hand, buried his face in the pillow, and hummed, "He won't be yours soon, just wait and cry."

Wei Cong was surprised for a second, and then said calmly: "You mean that black kid who sells teapots? Hehe, he is not the type that Sanxiao likes."

"Don't talk so much," Mu Xixi snorted, "You haven't seen with your own eyes how much Sanxiao likes him, do you know why he didn't take me? Because he thinks I'm not friendly enough to his little tiger, huh, He paused, gritted his teeth and complained, "That Zheng Xiaohu started calling Brother Xiao within three seconds of knowing him. I've known him for so long!"

"...San Xiao is also your name? Not big or small!" Wei Cong scolded lightly, looking at this little baby who has been deprived of his status with cold eyes, and thought to himself, a good boy, why does the longer he grows, the more girlish he becomes?

But Wang Sanxiao really likes that black boy very much?

Wei Cong felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, whoever Wang Sanxiao liked was his freedom, with his own identity and black history, he was obviously less qualified than Mu Xixi to express Wang Sanxiao's feelings.

He bent down to pick up the pillow that Mu Xixi had rubbed off, threw it back on the sofa, and said indifferently: "Okay, don't be depressed, nothing will happen to Wang Sanxiao or that one, he is a man of measure."

At this very moment, this well-measured man is looking at Zheng Xiaohu dumbfounded. After selling the Mansheng pot, Xiao Huzi changed his shotgun. The shirt is from Armani, the trousers are from Givenchy, the belt is from Versace, the hat is from Lagerfeld, and he still sprays After putting on some perfume, his whole body was completely transformed. He was tall and fit, with a healthy complexion. When he raised his head, he revealed the finger-thick gold chain around his neck.

When Wang Sanxiao saw him at the airport, he almost thought he was blind. He patted Xiaohu's sturdy shoulder and said with a smile, "I thought some international superstar was here, and almost asked for a photo with the camera."

"Hey," Zheng Xiaohu embraced him with a friendly face, he didn't even have that scallion-flavored dialect, and even put aside Mandarin, "Don't we have to give Brother Xiao a face? There is light on your face, too."

"Hahaha, the young man is so handsome," Wang Sanxiao laughed heartily, glanced at the three big gold rings on his fingers, and sneered secretly: "What kind of face do you make me look like if you dress like a nouveau riche?" , Is my face that big? You are not my son!

Zheng Xiaohu took Wang Sanxiao out of the airport, pointing to a black Mercedes that was shining under the scorching sun: "Brother Xiao, what do you think of my new car?"

Wang Sanxiao gave a thumbs up and said sincerely: "Only this car can be worthy of my brother's status!"

"Hey, why are you telling the truth?" Zheng Xiaohu patted him on the shoulder boldly, and opened the car door, "Come on, get in the car, good brother, let my brother show you the scenery of our big Shandong!"

Zheng Xiaohu's clothes were newly bought, his car was newly bought, and his driver's license might also be newly bought. When he stepped on the gas pedal, Da Ben jumped more than a hundred meters with his ass as if he had been blasted.

Wang Sanxiao peeled a pistachio and was putting it in his mouth when he was shoved by the car and stuffed it into his nose: "Fuck..."

"Come on, sit still," Zheng Xiaohu comforted him, "This car has just been bought, and it hasn't been run in yet."

Wang Sanxiao took out a tissue and wiped his nose, thinking that this is obviously not a problem with the car, okay?Mercedes-Benz must know that you will throw this pot away, and it must not even let you in at the beginning!

Zheng Xiaohu is a good boy who knows how to repay his kindness. He firmly believes that Wang Sanxiao is not only handsome, but also his great benefactor and bole. He holds the steering wheel with both hands and concentrates on driving. Ben is as energetic as dancing disco, invincible within a radius of ten meters.

Getting off the car, Wang San smiled with a livid face and straight eyes, he even began to miss Wei Cong a little bit.

The author has something to say: "The tea is ripe, the chrysanthemums are blooming, people who appreciate autumn, come or not, Mansheng" is the inscription in Chen Mansheng's chrysanthemum tea picture. The picture is a flat stone pot, which has been moved to the acacia pot .