Three smiles

Mr. Wei is a legend in the collection circle, and also a wonderful flower. He was born as a student soldier, and he was not as tall as a gun when he carried a gun to fight. Not afraid of death, he insisted on making it to the end. What is rare is that he has stood in the Grand Slam several times. It can be seen that in addition to literary talent and ruthlessness, he also has excellent luck.

His collections were accumulated during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, everyone with a little money was in danger. He either threw the antiques or sold them to the cultural relics store. He had no worries and liked these things. So I collected it consciously, and accumulated an empire of antiques almost empty-handed.

Wang Sanxiao followed the old man, listening to him proudly introduce each piece of collection, he was full of shock, he followed Wang Baxian as an antique dealer since he was a teenager, and entered the warehouses of many big collectors, but rarely There are few places that can rival this place, and even the ancient and modern Pavilion Kong family, which is known as a century-old family, may be hard to distinguish.

The most enviable thing about the old man in the antique business is that he can only go in and out, because he is extravagant enough, and he doesn't need to hide and raise like other collectors. As long as all antiques enter his warehouse, they will basically never see the light of day again. possible.

After walking around in the warehouse and returning to the villa, the old man sat in a huanghuali chair, took a sip of tea from the blue and white dragon-patterned tureen on the tea table, and said lightly: "Three smiles, you are quite knowledgeable." How about the old man's collection?"

Wang San smiled lightly and shook his head: "Don't dare to say."

"What are you afraid to say?" The old man said angrily, "Every time your father comes to my place, he eats, drinks, talks and laughs casually. Are you still afraid of me?"

The nanny brought Biluochun, Wang San smiled and picked up the small Qianlong pastel teacup, and said with a smile: "I mean, Mr. Wei, your collection has reached a level that I dare not say. It is magnificent and amazing."

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed boldly, "My collection is far worse than that of the Palace Museum."

The Palace Museum? ? ?Wang San smiled on the surface with a gentle manner, but suddenly a face of Aunt Xue appeared in his heart: You have such a big tone! ! !

The secretary brought over an auction house catalog and unfolded it on the coffee table. The old man took the reading glasses and put them on, pointing to a pair of ancient paintings and said to Wang San with a smile: "This time, I only fancy the calligraphy and painting sale of Jiahua Auction House. If you bought this one, go and get it for me."

""Gathering Collection"?" Wang Sanxiao frowned slightly, "Old Wei, to tell you the truth, I know the owner of this painting. He is an apprentice of Nanjing Xiaoxuanchuang, named Song Wenyuan. He is planning to become self-reliant recently. The portal, this painting, will become an opportunity for him to become famous..."

The old man obviously didn't take these things seriously, Ren Wang Sanxiao was talking beside him, then turned to the secretary and said, "I'm going to save Sanxiao for lunch at noon today, and if you cook, just be the best at it I ate that fish soup last time and thought it tasted very good."

Wang San laughed and realized that the old man was calling his own words like a bird, so he stopped his mouth wisely, thinking that he really deserved to be the hero who gave birth to Wei Cong, who pretended to be a criminal, and he was even more annoying than Wei Cong .

The secretary of life is a beautiful half-aged woman who still has charm. She is beautiful and plump. When she smiles, her eyes and brows are full of charm. She nodded and said with a smile: "Yes."

"There is also the shrimp, which is fried with tea leaves. The taste is very fresh and refreshing, and it is also healthy. Let's fry some asparagus." The old man said casually, "There is also a bowl of braised pork."

The secretary smiled and refused: "That's not acceptable. The doctor said this week that your blood pressure is on the high side. You can't eat these high-fat and high-calorie foods recently."

"Didn't you eat tea, it just relieves the oiliness," the old man muttered unhappily, "You can't believe what the doctor says, he always speaks alarmist words in order to make money from me."

The secretary lowered his face: "Do you really have to eat it?"

"Hey..." The old man compromised again, waved his hand, "Go."

The secretary laughed again, filled the glasses of both of them with water, and then turned and walked out. She came in and out of the entire villa freely, acting like a hostess.

Wang Sanxiao lowered his eyes, thinking in his heart when Wei Cong's mother divorced the old man. After doing the calculations, he found that no matter when the divorce was, the old man was already ninety years old, and he was going to marry another wife. , that's too scary.

This life secretary has excellent culinary skills, and the four dishes and one soup are light and light, which makes Wang Sanxiao taste like home. He has been running the world since he was a teenager, and the number of times he eats at home can be counted on the fingers, not to mention the old Wang Baxian. The guy is a star in the dark culinary world, and he is lucky not to be poisoned to death.

Therefore, he perfectly demonstrated the basic qualities of an antique dealer, with a lotus tongue, and boasted about the meal, as if he had reached the level of "this meal should only be eaten a few times in the sky or in the world".

The old man smacked his mouth twice in great confusion, thinking that the bird had faded away, this kid was eating the same meal as himself?But out of upbringing, he still smiled condescendingly, saying that it's just a common meal, you can come to eat often if you have nothing to do.

Wang Sanxiao really wanted to eat here often, but the expression on the old man's face clearly said "you are so fucking annoying", so he ate up Wei's rice cooker with fish soup and rice, and asked for another With half a steamed bun, I dipped the remaining shredded pork with asparagus asparagus and dipped it in the soup. One meal was enough for three meals, and then I wiped my mouth when I was full, and left.

Mr. Wei sat on the grand master's chair holding a cane in both hands, watched the figure of this guy wobbled and disappeared outside the door, and said angrily: "This kid is as annoying as his father. He eats fast and eats a lot. He never thinks about it. Did anyone else get enough?"

The secretary sat at the coffee table and slowly boiled water to make tea, and said with a smile, "It is the most healthy to eat seven to eighty percent full, and Wang Baxian is so fat, how can you know that it is not the result of his excessive eating and drinking?"

"It's a shame that he doesn't have high blood pressure!" Mr. Wei became even more angry, and beat the ground twice with his cane, "He's much fatter than me!!!"

The secretary glanced at him with a smile, ignored him, and just held the kettle high, with a transparent violet bracelet on his porcelain white wrist, gently lifting his wrist, Fenghuang nodded three times, and immediately, the fragrance of tea overflowed .

Mr. Wei calmed down in the sweet tea fragrance, narrowed his old eyes, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Over the years, only your craftsmanship can best stimulate the fragrance of tea."

The secretary pursed his lips and smiled.

"The "Picture of Gathering"..." the old man said in a low voice, "This Wang Sanxiao doesn't know how to praise, so send someone else to go."

The secretary sighed: "The hammer will officially start on the weekend. I don't think there is any need to rush. How about I accompany you to the live auction. With our financial resources, are there any items that we can't win?"

"Hmph," the old man snorted disdainfully, "You want me to bid with those mercenary antique dealers and vulgar collectors? Are they worthy too? You go tell Wei Cong that you must give it to us before the auction starts." I'll take it down."

The preview of the auction before the auction was held in Beijing International Trade Hotel. Smoking was not allowed in the venue. Wang Sanxiao was wandering around with a lollipop in his mouth. He turned around a showcase and met a man and a woman head-on. He couldn't help laughing : "What a coincidence, we haven't seen each other for a while, don't you come here for nothing?"

The man on the opposite side is tall and powerful, and greeted him with a smile: "No harm! No harm!" He pointed to the woman beside him, "Come on, let me introduce, this is my sister, Yang Lingxiu, Miss Yang, Lingxiu, the peerless lady in front of you The handsome guy is Wang Sanxiao, and he helped my father buy a few antiques before, which was quite efficient."

"Brother Cheng Qi is absurd." Wang San smiled and looked at Yang Lingxiu's face. Even if he didn't want to, he had to admit that Miss Yang's real life was much better than the photos, and he stretched out his hand enthusiastically: " Miss Yang, nice to meet you."

Yang Lingxiu smiled reservedly: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The two of them separated at the touch of their fingers, and Wang Sanxiao immediately confirmed that Miss Yang knew him. On the surface, he was smiling like a flower, but in his heart he had already thought of the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty, and he was going to go back and torture that Wei Laoqi .

"Miss Yang is really beautiful," Wang San smiled and smeared honey, and praised Yang Lingxiu from her hair to her toenails, and finally looked at the pair of red bracelets on her wrists, and said in amazement, "Excellent! I haven’t seen such a beautiful Nanhong for many years, what’s rare is that there is no trace of impurities and no cotton or cracks, the value of this pair of bracelets is unimaginable.”

Yang Lingxiu touched the bracelet and said with a smile: "No matter how expensive it is, it's just a southern red. I think emerald is more beautiful."

Wang San smiled and said, "Why don't I find a buyer to help Ms. Yang change a green bracelet?"

The smile on the corners of Yang Lingxiu's lips froze: "I've only just gotten started with this bracelet, and I haven't played enough yet."

"Hey, I think your occupational disease is probably in its advanced stage," Yang Chengqi said with a smile beside him, "I just met my sister, and I started thinking about her bracelet. Fortunately, I didn't wear anything valuable today, otherwise With our friendship, you have to let me go back naked."

Wang Sanxiao raised his eyes to look at him, and said coolly: "To tell you the truth, I think Young Master Yang's underwear is not bad today..."

"Screw you, uncle," Yang Chengqi waved his hand angrily, "It's a bit of a gentleman in front of a lady."

The three of them were chatting and joking, Wang Sanxiao suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking into the exhibition hall from the corner of his eye, hey, Kang Tianzhen!

He hurriedly cupped hands with Yang Chengqi, raised his legs and walked over, but saw a staff member greet him, said a few words briefly, and Kang Tianzhen and his party followed the staff to the direction of the lounge.

Wang San smiled and frowned slightly. He walked to the side of the corridor, threw the lollipop stick into the trash can, and casually glanced at the lounge, but saw nothing.

After more than ten minutes, footsteps came from the corridor. Wang Sanxiao stood beside a display cabinet, raised his eyes and pursed his lips.

——I saw Zhao Liang coming out of the lounge, with Kang Tianzhen and Song Wenyuan behind him, and two staff members following behind, carrying a safe in their hands.

Kang Tianzhen was probably in a bad mood, followed Zhao Liang out from the side door of the exhibition hall, but didn't see Wang Sanxiao who was half a meter away.

Wang Sanxiao stared at the safe for a long time, then turned around abruptly, walked back to the exhibition hall, glanced around, and stopped a staff member: "Where is the "Gathering Collection" created by a collective of painters in the Yuan Dynasty placed?" place?"

"I'm sorry, "The Art Collection" has been withdrawn from this auction due to some reasons. You can also appreciate other paintings and calligraphy. I wish you a happy appreciation."

"Okay, I see, thank you," Wang San smiled and left with a smile. The sweetness of the lollipop remained in his mouth, but it made him feel very bored at this moment. He walked slowly two steps among the bustling visitors , suddenly paused, and strode out of the hotel.

Xiong Er was lying on the back seat of the car with a popsicle in his mouth and playing with his cell phone when the car door was pulled open abruptly. He sat up abruptly and saw Wang San smiling with a stinking face, and said in astonishment, "What's the matter? Eat banana popsicles." No?"

"Go to Hengyun," Wang Sanxiao gave a brief instruction, took the popsicle, and bit down hard.

Xiong Er climbed back to the passenger seat, and hearing the creaking sound behind him, couldn't help feeling horrified, and exchanged glances with Xiong Da, both of them looked "Wei Cong is going to be in bad luck, hehehe".