Three smiles

When Zheng Xiaohu got the money for selling Mansheng pots, the first thing he did was to go home and tear down the old house to build a small western-style building. Now the foundation has just been laid, and the construction site is piled with cement and sand in a mess. Zheng Xiaohu took Wang Sanxiao away Entering a courtyard next door, I saw three large tile-roofed houses lined up in sequence, and the magnificent corridors clearly showed the prosperity and happiness of the new socialist countryside.

"This is my brother-in-law's house. I'm building a building over there, and the furniture will be put here first." Zheng Xiaohu led Wang Sanxiao into a small tile-roofed house next to the big house, "Come in, come in for a cool breeze."

A wall-mounted air conditioner was installed in the low tile-roofed house, blowing a cool breeze. Wang Sanxiao stood under the air conditioner, and found that this small room was even more miserable than the old man’s kennel in Nancheng Hutong. A mess of furniture was piled up in the corner, and boxes and packages were scattered all over the floor, making the small space even more crowded.

To what extent?Wang Sanxiao felt that when he raised his head, his lips could touch Zheng Xiaohu's cheek, he turned around on the spot: "You said last time that you still have a few old pots..."

"Here it is," Zheng Xiaohu walked lightly among the messy boxes with his long legs, grabbed a sheet covering the small kang with both hands, and lifted it solemnly, revealing more than 30 old pots, Xian Bao called out, "Look, Brother Xiao."

Wang Sanxiao only glanced at it, and his heart suddenly turned cold: Then where the hell did you find the big street goods that are full of kangs!

Zheng Xiaohu knew it when he saw his eyes, and screamed in fear: "Could it be all fakes?"

"It's not really a fake," Wang San smiled and sighed. "This is an ordinary girder pot used by ordinary people in the past. It is used by all kinds of religions and peddlers. There are too many folks, and there is no craftsmanship. It is called a high-end product in the antique shop."

Zheng Xiaohu didn't give up: "Since it's not a fake, it should be worth two dollars, right?"

"I have some money." Wang San smiled and nodded, "Take it to the antique market for a stroll, and whoever gives you the money can sell it directly. At least you can buy a pack of cigarettes."

"!!!" Zheng Xiaohu's face was pale, he took a deep breath, rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

"Hey, cheer up!" Wang Sanxiao quickly pressed his shoulders, thinking what's wrong with such a thick-headed young man who would faint at every turn, he must have a Korean drama heroine in his bones.

"I can't cheer myself up," Zheng Xiaohu even ran out in dialect, looking at the big teapot full of kang with a sad face, "I wanted to pick up the leak, but I didn't expect to hit the eye."

Wang Sanxiao looked at him in amazement: "Hehe, I even know how to pick up leaks and drill eyes, so you've made great progress."

"Good brother, don't laugh at me anymore," Zheng Xiaohu said dejectedly, "These rotten dicks cost me a lot of money."

Wang San smiled and looked at those ugly things with slumped shoulders: "How much is this worth, 50 yuan each?"

"Fifty thousand!!!" Zheng Xiaohu covered his face, his heart ached to the point of tears.

Wang Sanxiao's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: Fuck, this little tiger is playing really well. There are more than 30 of them here at 100 yuan. This time, you will lose more than [-] million yuan. Should I praise you for your courage or scold you? What about your stunned head?

But for the first time in the antique industry, which one has never had an eye shot or taken medicine?There is no gunpowder in this industry, but there are swords and swords. Sticking boots, selling mountain music, growing up, embedding flowers and planting trees, creating something out of nothing, eating two fish... 36 counts and 72 changes take turns to play, and you will have to suffer ninety-nine and 81 big losses before you can become sharp-eyed. , The achievements are now calm and calm when talking and laughing, the masts and sculls are wiped out, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of your eyes, you only sigh calmly and say "what a big smoke and dust".

Zheng Xiaohu's family was rich in an instant, and in an instant he went bankrupt. From a young tiger, he became a stray dog, squatting in a messy room and pulling his hair: "Brother Xiao, I feel bad."

Wang San smiled and rubbed his head: "It's like this when you first entered the industry. Good eyesight is honed from real gold and silver. Let's go, don't look at these ugly things, take my brother out for a stroll, and experience the beauty of Shandong. landscape."

Although Zheng Xiaohu has to smoke to make money and to lose money, he is still a man who can afford to let go. After being depressed for less than 5 minutes, he wiped his face and stood up. trade."

Wang San smiled and gave a thumbs up: "That's the reason!"

Zheng Xiaohu took Wang Sanxiao to the village committee. The branch secretary was leading the accountant and a small officer to fight the landlord. Zheng Xiaohu came up to say hello with a playful smile, pointed at Wang Sanxiao and said he was an archaeologist from Nanjing. Those who came to the countryside to collect wind, Wang San smiled and distributed cigarettes to everyone with a smile on his face. After a while, everyone had already called each other brothers, and the branch secretary turned on the big loudspeaker at the head of the village: Hey, everyone, listen carefully, Mr. Wang from Nanjing is here We collect antiques in our village. If you have any old bottles, old jades, old silver dollars, old teapots, etc., you will bring them to the village committee immediately. Also, there are still three companies not to pay this month’s electricity bill, so hurry up and pay. Come on, stop delaying...

It was early summer at this time, the busy time for farming had passed, and there were many idlers in every household. Within a few ten minutes, the village committee was crowded with farmers flocking to Zaozhuang. Zaozhuang has a long history, and every household has several interesting little things. thing.

Wang Sanxiao sat at the desk of the village party secretary and explained in a slow voice with the things brought by the villagers. Given a suitable price, Zheng Xiaohu immediately paid for it. Even if he saw a fake, he would not do anything. He just made a few jokes and asked the seller to take it away.

The two sat at the village committee all afternoon, and unexpectedly received more than 20 antiques, large and small, including a half-meter-high bronze Buddha statue, a small jade pendant the size of a fingernail, and even a very precious pear Wooden pony.

It was getting dark, and the villagers gradually dispersed. Wang Sanxiao stood up, stretched his waist, held the hand of the village party secretary with a smile and kept expressing his thanks, and then gave Zheng Xiaohu a wink. Xiaohu immediately took out a few small red envelopes, the amount was not large, and expressed his gratitude.

Coming out of the village committee, Zheng Xiaohu carried his big woven bag, and excitedly followed behind Wang Sanxiao: "These are treasures? How many million are they worth?"

Wang San staggered with a smile: "Millions? You are about to go to heaven before you can walk. These can earn you twenty or thirty thousand, which is not bad, and a few million..."

"Fuck... so little..." Zheng Xiaohu dragged his voice in frustration, "I've been busy all afternoon."

Wang San smiled back and patted his face: "How much money did you earn in one afternoon when you were working in the moving company? Can you earn twenty to thirty thousand? This appetite is too high."

Zheng Xiaohu looked at the black and white apricot cores and thought for a long time, and suddenly he laughed again: "If I can earn [-] to [-] a day, I can become a multi-millionaire a year."

Listening to his festive laughter, Wang Sanxiao didn't have the heart to hit him, thinking that if you collect those dozens of teapots every day, you can still get you all the bones in a year.

Zheng Xiaohu sent the antique back home, locked the door carefully, hugged Wang Sanxiao's shoulders, pressed his warm body against his back, and said with a smile: "Let's go, good brother, I've been tired all day, brother Take you out and have fun."

Xia Tian was dressed thinly, and he could feel his strong chest muscles through the thin shirt. Wang Sanxiao was a little ready to move. Since he kissed Wei Cong that day, he seemed to have torn the seal, and he became interested in this matter again.

Zheng Xiaohu took Wang Sanxiao to the ancient city of the canal, which is a post-built tourist attraction. In the summer night, there is a lot of people, and bright lanterns are lit on both sides of the ancient canal. , The artistic conception of "stars are like rain".

The two walked along the long bluestone road and walked into a bar. The band was singing romantic old songs, and friends in twos and threes in the booth were talking and laughing softly.

Wang Sanxiao originally thought that with Zheng Xiaohu's character, he would take him to some entertainment city to sing a song and wash his feet or something, but he didn't expect that he would bring him to drink and listen to music, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Zheng Xiaohu summoned the waiter, opened the menu, swipe the names mixed with English with his fingertips, carefully identified them for a long time, then turned the menu expressionlessly, and pushed it in front of Wang Sanxiao: "Hey, are you Brother, come here."

"..." Wang Sanxiao casually ordered some beer and snacks, and said with a smile, "This place looks pretty good."

Zheng Xiaohu laughed: "I've heard that this place is fun, but no one has come with me."

"Bar, if you come alone, you can play alone, looking for an affair or something," Wang Sanxiao knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth.

Zheng Xiaohu immediately touched the lighter and lit it for him: "We brothers still have an affair."

"That's different," Wang San smiled lightly, and said with a smile, "If a beautiful woman takes a fancy to you later, I'm afraid they will hate my light bulb."

Zheng Xiaohu lowered his head and smiled, two small canine teeth were faintly visible in the dim light, he said softly: "I have no fate with beautiful women."

Wang Sanxiao leisurely puffed out smoke rings, as if he had noticed something, he glanced at him with a half-smile: "Then what is your destiny?"

Zheng Xiaohu's eyes lit up: "I have a fate with you, brother!"

Wang San laughed loudly, pointed at him with a cigarette in the air: "You boy...is this the same thing?"

Zheng Xiaohu felt a little shy from his smile, and felt that he must be blushing, but fortunately, the lights in the bar were blurred and he couldn't see clearly. He mustered up the courage to look into Wang Sanxiao's eyes, and whispered: "Why not a What's going on."

When the wine was brought up, Wang Sanxiao picked up a can of beer and threw it to him: "It stands to reason that at your age, you even have children in the countryside. Why are you still not married? Didn't your parents tell you?"

Zheng Xiaohu opened the beer, took a sip, and said with a vague smile: "My mother also asked someone to introduce a few, but... I didn't find a suitable one."

"Oh, you're quite demanding." Wang San smiled and opened a can of beer, drank half of the can in one gulp, swallowed the refreshing liquid, licked his lips, and looked at him lazily, "What's wrong? "

Zheng Xiaohu stared at his wet lips, and said softly: "The gender is inappropriate."

"...cough, cough, cough..." Wang San laughed and choked his trachea with a sip of beer, coughing so loudly.

Zheng Xiaohu quickly jumped over, patted him on the back, and looked at him anxiously, as if he had made a huge mistake: "Brother Xiao, I..."

Wang Sanxiao took a few sips of mineral water, wiped the water stains on his chin with a paper towel, and waved his hand: "It's okay, I was not careful..."

His lips were bright red, his eyes were blurred, and under the dim light, there seemed to be a trace of flush on his cheeks, which made Zheng Xiaohu stunned. He took a step forward, half-kneeled in front of him, looked up into his eyes, and opened his mouth, But no words came out.

Wang Sanxiao vaguely guessed, organized his words: "You..."

As soon as the sound came out, Zheng Xiaohu got up suddenly, hugged his shoulders, lowered his head and kissed those two bright red thin lips.

Wang Sanxiao's brain exploded with a bang, and he ran tenaciously while being shocked, thinking that this kid is not a baby! ! !Just as he was about to push him away, suddenly a figure came striding from the side, grabbed Zheng Xiaohu by the collar, and pulled him away violently.

"You..." Wang Sanxiao raised his head, his heart skipped half a beat, maybe the lights in the bar were too blurry, making people hallucinate, he blinked and looked over again.

The dusty and panting man on the opposite side is indeed Wei Cong.