Three smiles

The old man has tens of thousands of pieces in his collection, ranging from a three-meter-high huanghuali canopy bed to tourmaline seals as small as a fingernail.

"The bottom of this moon-holding vase has been pierced. It's just a piece of Qianlong famille rose, so it's so damaged." Wang Sanxiao stood in front of the museum shelf with a cigarette in his mouth, and explained lightly, "You can take the bottle later. , go ask the old man if he wants more? If not, I will find a buyer."

Wei Guangyao quarreled with the young master with a face of kidney deficiency: "Why do you let me run errands again?"

"Because I'm your immediate boss now," Wang Sanxiao didn't take him seriously, and raised his hand to hug the grid under the moon bottle, "Take out that small bowl and let me have a look, be gentle with your hands and feet, don't worry about it." fell."

Wei Guangyao stood still, and choked, "What kind of boss are you? My grandfather is your master, so I must be considered a small master. Is this your attitude?"

Wang Sanxiao's eyes were still on the dazzling array of museum shelves, and he smiled calmly after hearing the words: "Hey, little master Guang, I am getting more and more incomprehensible about your current route."

"...Fart!" Wei Guangyao reacted quickly, furious, "How dare you laugh at me?"

"Don't dare," Wang San said with a serious smile, "After all, you are the young master, come on, young master, don't make trouble, take out the little bowl on the shelf and let me have a look."

"Put your mother's ass off, little master!" Wei Guangyao lost face by making a slip of the tongue, and immediately showed his fierce face, and roared loudly, "Don't call me little master again!!!"

Wang San nodded respectfully with a smile: "Okay, little master, no problem, little master, I have memorized everything, little master, don't worry, little master, I will never bark again, little master... "

"Fuck you, uncle!!!" Wei Guangyao swept the floor gracefully, and threw his fists straight at him.

Wang Sanxiao was looking at the small bowl leisurely with a cigarette in his mouth, when he suddenly felt a burst of wind, he turned his head abruptly, and saw Wei Guangyao slamming over aggressively like an angry bird, he could not help but click his tongue, and his body dodged backwards , raised his hand to grab his arm, squeezed the cigarette butt with the other hand, and pressed it hard on his wrist.

"Aww..." Wei Guangyao howled so loudly that the roof of the small house was about to fall off.

Wang San smiled calmly and took a puff of cigarettes on his face, smiling: "Why do you have to be so cute, my little idiot?"

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and several staff members rushed in, asking nervously, "What's the matter? What's the matter? Who was calling just now? What happened?"

Wang Sanxiao threw the extinguished cigarette butt into the ashtray, pointed to Wei Guangyao who was already in a ball of pain, and explained with a little embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that Young Master Guang is actually a tenor..."

"You bastard little master!!!" Wei Guangyao yelled heart-piercingly while clutching his wrist.

Wang Sanxiao branded Mr. Wei into a tenor with a cigarette butt. He said that he was injured and could not come to work that afternoon. He had to force Wang Sanxiao to come to his house to apologize. The private house is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and he was determined not to go there. The two of them were flying like dogs and dogs, making Mr. Wei angry and hated.

In the evening, Wei Cong came to see Wang Sanxiao for dinner. He prepared a pillow of "home and everything" and planned to have a good blow, but he didn't expect it to be empty. The staff in Wei Lao's exclusive collection warehouse said that Mr. Wang Already left early.

While telling the driver to turn around and go to the hotel, Wei Cong dialed Wang Sanxiao's number three times before he picked up. Hearing the signature clear and smiling voice, Wei Cong couldn't help laughing: "Dinner is ready how to eat?"

Wang Sanxiao sat lazily in the car, looked at the rapidly receding high-rise buildings outside the car window, and said with a smile: "I have to ask your third brother."

"Huh?" Wei Cong was taken aback for a moment, then he thought about it, "He invited you to dinner?"

"That's right." Wang San laughed and bullied Wei Guangyao all day, he was in a very good mood, and joked, "Will your third brother poison my meal?"

"If he finds out about our relationship," Wei Cong smiled lightly, "he'll just give you the red crown."

Wang San laughed loudly. After laughing, he explained: "It's your third brother and a friend who are going to buy a jade pendant that the old man doesn't want. Ask me out for a meal and get to know each other."

Wei Cong thought for a moment: "That's it?"

"What else could it be? Could it be that your third brother is really going to give me the red crest of the crane?"

Wei Cong knows his third brother quite well. This man is a middle-aged version of Wei Guangyao, with mediocre aptitude but pretentiousness. As the saying goes, like attracts like, and his friends besides playboys are prodigals. normal.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't find anything wrong, so I had to tell him: "Wei Huang's friends are all poisonous, you have to be careful when dealing with them."

"I know," Wang San said with a smile, "don't worry, your third brother won't kill me anytime soon, he just wants to sell some antiques from me, now compare me to your brother It's all good."

Wei Cong laughed at his words: "Don't be complacent, he treats any human being better than my own brother."

"Look at what a bear you are."

After hanging up the phone, the smile on the corners of Wei Cong's lips did not disappear for a long time. He stared at the phone in a daze. There is not a single photo of Wang Sanxiao, so he can't even think about people when he sees things.

I couldn't help complaining on WeChat, and within 10 seconds, I received a reply from Wang Sanxiao. As soon as the photo was refreshed, Wei Cong's expression froze instantly. I saw the person in the photo, pouting, fake Eyelashes, gold eyeshadow sparkles...

This is not Wang Sanxiao, this is the spider spirit who walked out of Pansi Cave.

Monstrous... Wei Cong burst out laughing. When he was about to ask why he took such a photo, he suddenly froze for a moment. He reopened the photo and stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, his heart trembled and his whole heart ached .

——This was eight years ago. The two met for the first time in England, and then quickly got to know each other and fell in love with each other. They participated in the gay parade together. This was Wang Sanxiao's only women's dress.

San Xiao was so young eight years ago, what was he like eight years ago?

He covered his eyes, realizing that he couldn't remember anymore.

Can’t blame Wang Sanxiao for posting such a photo in the past to flirt. He is not a person who loves taking selfies. His mobile phone album is full of beautiful photos of all kinds of antiques. It is pure shock and joy to have such an ancient selfie. Be proud of your unknown beauty, keep it by your side to ward off evil spirits.

As a middle-aged version of Wei Guangyao, Wei Laosan grew a little more mature and steady from eating more rice for more than 30 years. He took Wang Sanxiao and introduced them to his friends one by one. Everyone raised their glasses and drank happily. At that time, the business is almost done.

Mr. Li, who was engaged in real estate, took Wang Sanxiao's hand and said drunkenly: "My lord, the Eight Worthy Kings, is famous far and wide, and I have always admired him in every possible way but could not see him..."

Wang San smiled and looked at his chubby face, and said softly, "My dad has someone he likes."

"...Hey, I'm not this admirer," Mr. Li said with a smile, "I also have people I like, and there are quite a few! I'm not a fool, I'm telling you, I just drove around the city of Beijing like this, Every district has my mother-in-law!"

"Yanfu is not shallow!" Wang Sanxiao responded perfunctorily.

Mr. Li's eyelids were swollen from drinking, he opened a pair of abalone eyes, pulled Wang San to smile, and said confidingly: "You don't know how much I want to know your Wang family, and everyone in the collection circle wants to know your Wang family. Fake goods, those antique brokers are swindling money one by one without any discussion, only you Wang family..."

Wang Sanxiao asked lazily: "What happened to the Wang family?"

"Conscience!" Mr. Li gave a thumbs up, breathed out alcohol and approached Wang San's smiling face, and said with a smile, "I have a commission to entrust to you, let's talk about it later."

Although Wang Sanxiao was not born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was also a golden spoon stuffed into his mouth by Wang Baxian on the way. He never lacked commissions when he traveled the rivers and lakes. Every time, the employers cried and begged him to buy some antiques, and the interest was lacking. Queer perfunctory: "Okay, turn around and say, come, drink one, take a sip, don't leave it."

It's already 12 o'clock when the wine party ends, Wei Laosan still wants to go to the city to wash his feet for a while, Wang San smiled and looked at his watch impatiently: "It's getting late, let's all go back, we will meet again next time."

"That's all right," Wei Laosan followed Wang Sanxiao into his car, "Come on, Xiaoer, brother, I have something to tell you..."

Wang San smiled against the car door and refused to let him in. Hearing this, he asked depressedly, "What did you call me?"

"Xiaoer, isn't this intimacy?" Wei Laosan drank until his head was drunk red and swollen, and held Wang Sanxiao's hand with a playful smile, "You are now a celebrity in front of Dad, and you have a few good ones. Antique, think of brother more."

"I'll figure it out, you get down, get down," Wang San smiled rudely and drove him out of the car, thinking that if you are still a celebrity, your father will have high blood pressure when he sees me!

"Hey, I'm coming down now, don't kick me," Wei Laosan rolled out of the car, turned around and held the car door with one hand, and put his face in cheekily, "Smile, Guangyao is my only son, take care of me Educate him, let him learn more good skills."

Little Master Light?I like this kid, and Wang Sanxiao immediately agreed readily: "I will definitely educate him well! Just put a million hearts on it!"

With the support of his subordinates, Wei Laosan barely stabilized his figure, watched Wang Sanxiao's car drive away, slowly shook his head twice, with a faint sense of inexplicable crisis, and said to himself: He is my son. Don't you like it a little too much?

When Wang Sanxiao returned to the hotel, Wei Cong was leaning on the bed and reading "Friends" boredly. When he saw someone walking in, he frowned: "How much did you drink?"

"Not much, just eight taels," Wang San said with a good drinker, but his physique was that the more he drank, the paler his face became. At this time, he was bloodless and haggard like a ghost.

Wei Cong got off the bed and supported him. As soon as he approached, he could smell the strong smell of alcohol. He said unhappily, "Those wine and meat friends of the third brother don't have any good things. You can just perfunctory them. Why bother to drink so much?"

"You look down on your third brother so much?" Wang San smiled and walked into the bathroom with his legs fluttering. "Although the friends he made are not good people, they should not be underestimated. One day, if we work together, we will kill you." He was removed from the position of general manager of Hengyun Hotel."

Wei Cong waited for him to take off his clothes, helped him to the shower, adjusted the warm water and sprayed it down, and said with a smile, "You still care about me?"

"Even if you have a puppy, you still have to care about dog food, not to mention you are such a big person?"

"Why does this sound a little strange to me?"

The two of them took a bath and lay down on the bed. Wang San smiled drunkenly and almost fell asleep when he touched the pillow. Wei Cong hugged him from behind, stroking the smooth skin on his chest with his fingers, and asked worriedly: "Is the third child still alive?" Why are you doing something illegal?"

"I'm just a broker, what can I mess with?" Wang Sanxiao was so sleepy that he couldn't speak clearly, so he cheered up and murmured, "Just introduce me to a few people who want to buy the one your father didn't want. A few scraps, I want to get closer to me, to lower the price or something."

Wei Cong thought about it for a long time, and felt that there was really nothing suspicious, so he relaxed, raised his hand to turn off the lamp, and kissed his neck: "Go to sleep."

"If it wasn't for you, I would have fallen asleep already," Wang Sanxiao muttered angrily.

"Tsk, it's my fault," Wei Cong smiled, hugged him and closed his eyes, and after he had been calm for 2 minutes, he suddenly opened his eyes again, "Which people did he invite tonight?"

Wang San smiled and saw that he was about to fall asleep, but he woke him up again, and said angrily, "Are you going to sleep or not? Get out if you don't!"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep," Wei Cong softened his voice, and laughed softly, "The last question, who did he invite? I'll go back and find out what's going on, otherwise I won't worry."

Wang Sanxiao was about to go crazy, and with his eyes closed, he uttered a few names weakly: "Just these eight people... Among them, one of them wants me to help sell a painting besides your father's antiques, and the other one wants me to help you sell them." Buy emerald work for his seven or eight wives..."

Wei Cong remembered in his heart: "Then..."

"If you say another word, get out of here!"

"..." Hearing the sincere threat in his voice, Wei Cong could only sigh with a smile, "Okay, okay, stop talking, go to sleep."

Before the words were finished, Wang San smiled and turned around, kicked him on the buttocks, kicked him off the bed, rolled up the quilt, and comfortably occupied the whole big bed, humming: "You fucking say……"

Wei Cong fell on the carpet, looking at the sleeping posture on his back, he was completely speechless.