Three smiles

However, Old Wei was very useful, nodded in satisfaction, and said modestly in a symbolic manner: "Thank you."

The smile on Wang San's face did not change, and he snorted coldly in his heart, of course it is a compliment. Your third son saw that the rogue's eyes were not right, and the eldest grandson was bullying men and women. , I really don't know what your old man is proud of.

Wei Cong smiled and said, "It just so happened that we were talking about antique collection, so you came, San Shao."

"Oh?" Wang San smiled politely, "What are you talking about?"

"Lao Qi said that I have a narrow concept of collecting!" The old man hummed unhappily, grabbed the cane with both hands and beat it hard on the floor, and said depressedly, "I bought these antiques and they belonged to me. Why should I take them out?" Let everyone watch it for free?"

Wang San smiled, and immediately understood what was going on, and laughed: "Old man, you have seen a lot in your life, and you have many more antiques in your hands than our juniors. You know every antique. Their ins and outs?"

Old Wei was aroused by him, and looked at him with a pleasant face: "Tell me."

"For example, you have a red sandalwood pen holder with sea beasts of the Ming Dynasty in your library, on which are embossed dragons, tigers, lions and elephants and other nine kinds of strange beasts haunting the waves. This object was once the favorite of Qian Qianyi, a great collector in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. It was owned by Dong Qichang, a painter in the early Qing Dynasty, and disappeared for a hundred years. When it reappeared in the world, it appeared in the list of confiscated homes of ministers Heshen. The pen container was popular among the people. It appeared in the glass cabinet in the back hall of Rongbaozhai in the 50s. It was bought by Mr. Wang Shixiang. Mr. Wang, my old man finally bought it for you at his special auction," Wang Sanxiao said unhurriedly, his voice was clear and clear, like a jade hitting each other, making people want to calm down and listen. "Old Wei, look, there is such a tortuous and legendary past for a mere pen holder, not to mention your dazzling array of tens of thousands of treasures?"

The old man stroked the stubble, and nodded slightly: "You antique dealers always say that you can't listen to stories when collecting, but I think the stories behind the antiques are also interesting to collect, full of wit and wit."

Wang Sanxiao continued to laugh and said, "It's really a pity to let such an interesting thing just lie in the warehouse to collect ashes."

"I know what you mean." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of frustration on his face. "My old man won't live for many years, but antiques can be passed down for a long time."

"Antique's life is eternal," Wang Sanxiao said softly, "Anyone can only obtain it temporarily, not permanently."

"That's right, this is really hateful..." The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, holding the cane tightly with both hands, the veins popping out on his old skin, it was his deep hatred for the passing of time.

"Oh my god," Wei Huang suddenly said, pouring a cup of tea for the old man with a teapot, and laughed loudly, "I see, Dad, you can't listen to the old seven's gossip, we bought antiques with real money, That’s ours, let’s just close the door and appreciate it for ourselves.”

As the saying goes, father and son fight, Wei Guangyao immediately echoed: "My father is right, grandpa, you can't listen to Uncle Qi, those ordinary people outside, if you don't have money, you just earn money honestly, and you don't want to spend a penny. Appreciate the antiques we bought with a lot of money? Who gave you the face?"

The old man's eyes moved, apparently immediately convinced by the pair of filial sons and grandsons, he took a sip from the teacup, cleared his throat, and said slowly in an old voice: "The old man is right, I bought the things, If I show it to others, only others are qualified to see it.”

Wang Sanxiao felt a little depressed, but the antique belonged to Mr. Wei after all, and others really had no right to comment. He glanced at Wei Cong calmly, and saw him sipping the tea in his cup intently, as if he had already transcended the world. Usually, after a long while, I drank a cup of tea before putting down the cup, and said softly: "That's the reason."

"..." Wang Sanxiao lowered his eyes, thinking: What a bunch of bastards!

"However, I remembered one thing," Wei Huang said suddenly, "Dad, last time I watched Aunt Gu sort out antiques, there were a few scraps that were not up to the mark. Our family is now a wealthy family, and we collect such rags. It's really worth it."

The old man looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

"For example, the Hongwu glazed red plate, the edge is broken," Wei Huang said one by one, holding his fingers, "and the hanging Qianlong court beads, how many east beads are in shape, no wonder they are old and yellow. , and that, that Guqin, the strings are all broken, isn’t it said in their poems, cough, cough,” Wei Huang cleared his throat, and uttered a sentence very pompously, “Who will listen to the broken strings? Lucky!"

Wang Sanxiao hastily lowered his head to drink his tea, forcefully swallowing the overflowing ridicule into his stomach, caught a glimpse of Wei Cong from the corner of his eye, and saw him nodding appreciatively, his face full of silent praise.

——This product was lowered?

"Well, you're right," the old man thought for a moment, "I've been playing with my collection for so many years, and there are indeed a few antiques in my house that don't suit me. You can follow Xiao Gu to have a look and smash all the leftovers. Alright."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wang San choked out a mouthful of tea with a smile, and suddenly raised his head to look at the old man, "Did you smash it?"

Wei Guangyao laughed and slapped his hands, and praised: "Grandpa, you have the courage to hit the knife immediately, and those helpless sissies in the collection circle will not be able to catch up in this lifetime."

Wang San smiled as if a bomb had been smashed into his head, the pain was so painful that his brain was about to explode, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, found a moment of reason, looked at the old man intently, and said in a deep voice: "As the old saying goes, a sage is always good at saving people. , so no one is abandoned, always good at saving things, so there is no discarded thing, antiques are the crystallization of ancient skills handed down for hundreds of years, even if they are remnants, they still have considerable research value, how can you say that you just smash them?"

The old man smiled arrogantly: "You said that the life of an antique is eternal, but I ordered it to be smashed, and it would be turned into dust in less than a minute. Three smiles, today the old man will teach you a word, which makes people conquer the sky."

Wang Sanxiao looked at him in astonishment, as if he was in an ice cave, his bones were shivering from the cold, he moved his lips, and whispered a powerless excuse: "You can't do this, antiques are the wealth of all mankind, you don't have power to smash it..."

"Hahaha," the old man laughed loudly, stretched out a palm like withered bark, grabbed the void in front of him, raised his old and cloudy eyes to look at the palm greedily, and said conceitedly, "Of course I have this that power."

"But you won't do that," a gentle voice sounded from behind.

Wang San smiled and turned around quickly, only to see the life secretary walking over with a stack of refreshments, bent down to put the refreshments on the coffee table, turned to look at the old man, and said with a smile: "I heard you in the kitchen just now saying that you are going to smash antiques. , I thought it was bad, maybe I smashed those old things I love most, and the almond snow clam cake happened to be out of the oven, so I quickly brought it out, and everyone tasted it to see if my craftsmanship is good. Regressed?"

When the old man saw her, there was a layer of warmth on his old face: "The third and the seventh, Guangyao, three smiles, try them all."

Wei Guangyao reluctantly tossed a piece into his mouth, chewed and said, "I don't like to eat this heavy oil and sugar thing, it's too sweet, Aunt Gu, my grandpa is getting old and always eats it." Something so sweet can cause Alzheimer's."

"Nonsense!" The old man narrowed his eyes, "Shut up and eat yours."

Wei Cong took a bite out of the snow clam cake and said with a smile, "I guess this taste is not only flour, but also soybean flour?"

"There should be soy flour, which increases the protein content and reduces the starch content. It seems to be made with carrot juice." Wang Sanxiao said while tasting slowly, "There is also an aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus , Xueha is soaked with sugar osmanthus, although it is sweet, but the sweetness is relatively refreshing, it should not be ordinary sugar osmanthus."

Aunt Gu clicked her tongue and said with a smile: "San Shao's tongue... I use fructooligosaccharide, which is low in sweetness and can lower blood fat."

"Ingenious," Wang Sanxiao praised, "There is a small shop in Shanghai that is very famous for making snow clam cakes. The owner is crippled. Has Aunt Gu tried it?"

"That's right, I was going to talk about this boss. I heard that he was originally a skilled worker, and his workmanship was very good. He could inspect circuits on dozens of floors of tower cranes," Aunt Gu said in a soft and gentle voice. In an accident, he fell from upstairs and became crippled, and everyone said that this young man is useless."

Wei Guangyao had never had a good impression of this old woman. After hearing a few words, he found it boring and boring. He impatiently took out his mobile phone and played games on the sofa. The old man looked up at him, and Wei Huang hurriedly pulled his phone Arm, reprimanded in a low voice: "When you get to grandpa, talk and chat, and put the phone away for me."

"Are you chatting about yours?" Wei Guangyao reluctantly put away his phone, picked up his teacup and drank it in one gulp, throwing the empty cup back to the tea table.

Aunt Gu picked up the teapot to refill the tea, and said with a smile, "It's us old guys who are too talkative. Young people have their own world and don't like hearing these old stories."

"I like to hear it," Mr. Wei said lightly, "Go ahead and tell me how that person is doing."

Aunt Gu continued: "The young man limped one leg and could no longer climb the tower crane, so he learned to make pastries, and later opened a small shop, the shop was small, but the pastries he made were clean and delicious. It was better before, isn't it just like what San Shao said just now, the sage is always good at saving people, so he never abandons people?"

The old man was a military man all his life, arrogant and conceited, but he could only listen to Aunt Gu's advice. After hearing her story, he pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly: "You also want to persuade me not to smash those antiques."

"Yes." Aunt Gu nodded with a smile, "I come from a poor background, and I feel very distressed when I see things being smashed. You do have a few defective items in your library, but I still like them so much."

Wei Huang is an idiot, seeing that the old man was tempted, he immediately turned around and said repeatedly: "Aunt Gu is right, and I don't think it should be smashed. Dad, San Xiao is here, let him go and take stock, then Find someone to repair some scraps, if they can’t be repaired well, we can still sell them.”

"Sell? Yes, let's sell it." Wei Guangyao sat upright quickly, looking at the old man eagerly, "Grandpa, I know quite a few people who play antiques. You can entrust this task to me, and I will definitely sell it to you for a good price. "

"What money is not money, your grandpa is not short of money! Besides, Wang Sanxiao is here, you have a place in the top?" Wei Huang turned his head and scolded angrily, turned to smile at the old man, "Don't listen to Guangyao, this kid Young and ignorant."

Wang Sanxiao didn't have the slightest interest in the small calculations of this bastard, and concentrated on eating tea. He ate deliciously, not like a hungry ghost reincarnated, but like a kitten or dog facing his own food, with an expression of Very focused and very happy, chewing and savoring while taking food as seriously as a career.

Wei Cong caught a glimpse of him eating deliciously from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips. He put down his teacup, and said seriously: "San Xiao has been in charge of the collection exhibition recently, and he is so busy that he probably has no other skills. I think , he probably doesn’t have the energy, so it’s better to let Guangyao do it.”

"...Huh?" Wei Guangyao obviously wanted to take on the job. Although those few antiques were damaged, Old Wei's collection would never be a defective one. If you take them out and sell them casually, the price difference will be several million. It's a fat job among fat jobs.

Wei Huang waved his hand and said decisively, "No, Guangyao has no experience."

"Third brother still treats Guangyao like a child," Wei Cong said with a light smile, "You haven't been back from the United States for long, and you haven't seen Guangyao's growth in the past half a year. His experience may surprise third brother."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wei Guangyao coughed loudly. I'm afraid his growth in the past six months can only scare his mother and father.

"Don't be noisy," the old man cleared his throat, took the tea from Aunt Gu, moistened his throat, and said lightly, "It's not a big deal, Sanxiao knows a lot of people, so I'll leave it to you, Guangyao... Guangyao Let's start with Sanxiao, learn some experience in doing things, don't idle around all day and cause trouble."

Wang San smiled and wiped the debris from the corner of his mouth: "Success."

The author has something to say: Note: The story about the collection of sea beast red sandalwood pen holders was made up by me before Rongbaozhai, and later it came from Wang Shixiang's "Zizhen Collection".