Three smiles

It was about Kang Tianzhen's heart and soul, so Wang Sanxiao had to take it seriously. He returned to Gujin Pavilion, and just opened his mouth to talk about it, when he saw Kang Tianzhen sitting in a chair with a bruised nose and a swollen face, looking in the mirror, grinning and muttering: "Uncle, really I'm in menopause, and I can beat such a handsome face, what if Song Wenyuan dislikes me when we are in love, what should I do, it's so annoying..."

Wang San swallowed his words with a smile, and said expressionlessly, "You can choose to turn off the lights."

"How can I do that? Turn off the lights and you won't be able to see anything," Kang Tianzhen held his face and moaned happily, "Our Wen Yuanyuan has such a good figure, his abs are so hard, and our little brother is so big..."

"..." Wang Sanxiao has no interest in Song Wenyuan's little brother at all. He is full of the sad picture of "Moonlight Night on the Spring River". Glancing at the boudoir sentiment on his face, Wang Sanxiao turns around and walks out depressed. Gujin Pavilion, forget it, it’s better not to scare him, maybe Mr. Wei’s picture is fake.

The plane from Nanjing to Beijing only takes two hours. At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Sanxiao walked out of the Capital International Airport and saw a tall and straight figure standing in the crowd. He touched his chin and commented on Xiong Da with emotion: "Although I don't have a good eye for finding men, I still have great aesthetics. Look at these two long legs, enough to play for a year."

Xiong Da looked at him blankly, with an upright expression of "I don't want to discuss men with you" all over his face.

Wei Cong came up to meet him: "You're here."

The joy in the words made Wang Sanxiao feel awkward when he heard it, thinking that of course I am here, could it be that I have left?He glanced at him faintly: "Where is the painting? I made an appointment with two experts to take a look together."

"This..." Wei Cong hesitated, "The painting is still in my father's place. You know his character, and your two experts probably won't be able to enter it."

Wang Sanxiao quietly calculated the possibility of this guy plotting against him with a very villainous heart, and bargained uncompromisingly: "Since you can get the old man to let me see the paintings, you are naturally capable of bringing my experts in."

"No," Wei Cong smiled wryly, "You overestimate me, I really don't have the ability."

This seemed to be the truth, Wang San smiled depressedly and licked his cheeks: "Trash."

Wei Cong silently endured his insults, raised his eyes to look at him greedily, and said in a low voice, "It's been 42 days, three smiles, I miss you very much."

"Well said!" Wang San smiled and gave a thumbs up, looked at him with a bright smile, and mocked, "President Wei, please keep this sentence firmly in mind, and repeat it in front of the old man later, I am very optimistic about you oh."

Bottomless sadness welled up in Wei Cong's eyes.

Wang San smiled and stretched out his hand to gesture forward, with malicious ridicule in his elegant manner, he said loudly: "Come on, Mr. Wei, let's go."

The two walked to the side of the car, Wei Cong stopped the driver from trotting over to open the door, and opened the door himself, Wang Sanxiao looked back when he got into the car, Xiong Da quickly stepped forward, stopped Wei Cong's driver, politely And firmly blocked him from the side of the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

The driver saw that Wei Cong treated Wang Sanxiao very politely, and did not argue with interest. He turned his head to look at Wei Cong. Wei Cong shook his head: "It's none of your business, let him drive." After speaking, he bent down and planned to get in the car , but saw that the car door was slammed down, raised his head in doubt, and saw Xiong Er was stopping him arrogantly, he smiled, and slapped the window glass on the side of the co-pilot with the back of his hand: "President Wei, I'm sorry, you have to sit here .”

Wei Cong was taken aback, turned his head to look at Wang San and smiled: "Are you worried that I will be bad for you?"

Wang San smiled and slowly peeled a pistachio and threw it into his mouth: "How is that possible, Mr. Wei is a handsome man, I am very relieved." He looked up at Xiong Er and reprimanded, "You are too unhappy. Understand the rules, what is Mr. Wei's status? You must at least open the car door for him."

"Oh, look at my brain!" Xiong Er slapped his forehead, suddenly realized, and hastily opened the passenger's door respectfully, smiling flatteringly, "Mr. Wei, do you want me to help you up?"

Wei Cong's face was gloomy, he glanced at Wang San with a smile, turned around and sat in the passenger seat.

Xiong Er jumped up to sit next to Wang Sanxiao, touched the leather seat, and praised: "Third Young Master, you see Mr. Wei's car is really nice. Hey, I haven't sat in the back seat very much. This feeling is similar to sitting in the front. It's different, the field of vision is not as wide as the front one, but there is a sense of strategizing... huh!"

Wang San smiled and stuffed a pistachio into his mouth: "You're the only one who talks too much!"

"Hey," Xiong Er chewed happily, took the paper bag from Wang Sanxiao, and quickly peeled it one by one. In a small black lacquer box, it is round and compact, and it is easy to move your index finger just looking at it.

Wang Sanxiao got out of the car, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, humming while chewing: "The fun of eating nuts lies in the process of peeling them. If you peel them all, I won't have any fun. You know ?"

Xiong Er closed the box and said angrily, "Then don't eat it, peel it off yourself."

"Hey, you're still throwing a tantrum for my kind criticism?" Wang San glanced at him with a smile, and scolded, "Believe it or not, I'll deprive you of the right to peel pistachios?"

Wei Conghou was at the side, watching the two people fighting with a calm expression, his dark eyes were bottomless, and after a long while, when the two of them had almost quarreled, he smiled and said: "Come on, I've realized the relationship with you." Aunt Gu said that she would take the painting out of the collection room in advance."

Wang Sanxiao followed him into the old house of the Wei family. After a month, he stepped into this place again. He was in a complicated mood. The last few pots of orchids that bloomed and withered showed a hint of decay.

Aunt Gu walked towards the study with a plate of tea, she and Wei Cong smiled and nodded, and said something when they entered the door, Old Wei's hoarse voice rang from the door: "He's here?"

"Yes," Wei Cong said with a smile, "Three smiles are here."

Wang Sanxiao walked into the study room, and saw the old man leaning on a cane standing beside the painting table, looking down seriously at a half-opened ancient painting. He was wearing a black double-breasted jacket and had sparse white hair all over his head. Against the backdrop of the study full of antiques, it looks even more old-fashioned.

He was surprised to find that this old man was significantly older than a month ago. Presumably, during this period of time, the filial sons and grandsons of the Wei family did not give him much peace of mind.

"Grandpa, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still so young and healthy!" Wang Sanxiao walked in beamingly, opened his mouth to compliment him, and flattered even a dog with an open face.

Old Wei laughed and waved his hands: "I heard that your friend bought a fake one, and even deceived you?"

Ouch, old man, it's not kind of you to take pleasure in others' misfortune, Wang San sneered, and said with a smile: "That painting is very convincing no matter the pen or the paper."

"Let's take a look at this one," Wei Cong handed over a magnifying glass.

Wang Sanxiao took it over, leaned over the painting to carefully study the paper fibers and ink marks, and as he looked down bit by bit, Wei Cong slowly unfolded the half-covered scroll, staring at him indifferently while holding the scroll. The slender fingers of the magnifying glass, his hands are very beautiful, the pulp is delicate and soft, and the five fingers are well-proportioned and strong. He couldn't help but recall the feeling of these hands scratching his back in a daze, closed his eyes painfully, and bit hard. Lower the tip of your tongue, and draw your attention back to the ancient painting in front of you.

Seeing that Wang Sanxiao had finished appreciating it, he asked with concern: "How is it?"

"The one in Song Wenyuan's hand is indeed a fake," Wang San smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He unconsciously rubbed the magnifying glass, muttering in a low voice, "This painting has been lost for many years... Old man, take the liberty to May I ask, when did this painting come into your hands?"

"It must have been more than 20 years," said Mr. Wei thoughtfully, "it was brought to my door by an antique dealer. At that time, the collection was not as enthusiastic as it is now. I could afford a good price, and the antique dealers were willing to come to me to try their luck. "

"Then do you remember which antique dealer it was?"

"Huang Xingyun from Nanjing, I heard that he has opened an antique shop called Xiaoxuan Chuang."

Wang Sanxiao suddenly understood: "I understand what's going on."

After appreciating the ancient paintings, it was time for dinner. Mr. Wei reluctantly invited him to dinner. Thinking of Aunt Gu's cooking skills, Wang Sanxiao really wanted to stay and have a good meal. Between the teeth, just about to speak, suddenly saw Wei Cong's expectant eyes, turned the tip of his tongue, forced the original words into his stomach, and refused with a smile: "No, I'd better go back."

Wei Cong smiled and said, "It's so late, why don't you stay for a light meal, I just saw Aunt Gu cooking your favorite Longjing shrimp."

Tsk... It's a bit despicable to seduce a foodie with delicious food, but Beijing is such a big city, can't I find a place to eat Longjing shrimp?Wang San smiled politely and detachedly: "I still have something to do right now, so I won't disturb your family relationship."

Walking out of the villa, the ease on Wang San's smiling face disappeared, and he called Song Wenyuan with a cold face, and expressed his judgment. Song Wenyuan and Kang Tianzhen immediately decided to come to Beijing to find Mr. Wei to buy paintings. Wang Sanxiao hung up the phone and stood In front of the villa, he seriously initiated a stay.

—— Just now I refused someone's dinner with a straight face, and now I turned back after walking less than a hundred steps, isn't it a bit embarrassing?

His uncle's!

Wang Sanxiao thought for less than three seconds before making a decision. It was related to Song Wenyuan and Kang Tianzhen's life career, and his own face was nothing!So he turned around and swaggered into the villa the same way.

Mr. Wei was picking up his chopsticks to eat shrimps. When he looked up, he saw Wang Sanxiao appearing at the door of the restaurant, and his face darkened immediately: "Huh? Don't you want to eat it?"

"The old man's kindness is hard to refuse, how can I refuse?" Wang Sanxiao just finished washing his hands, shaking his hands and sitting on the head of Wei Lao, picked up the chopsticks naturally, and said with a smile like a flower: "Naturally, it is respectful. It's better to obey."

"..." Old Wei picked up a shrimp and stuffed it into his mouth depressedly, secretly wondering when he had conveyed the misunderstanding of "graciousness". He didn't want to eat at the same table with Wang Sanxiao at all: this annoying The younger generation is not only an idiot, but also a chatterbox. Every time he eats a dish, he has to praise it with exaggerated acting skills.

However, Wang Sanxiao didn't feel that he was annoying at all. He ate a plate of Longjing shrimp, dipped the steamed bun with sweet and sour lotus root sauce, drank two bowls of millet porridge, put down his rice bowl, wiped his mouth, Smiling, he said to Wei Lao: "About that "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"..."

"Not for sale," Old Wei interrupted him succinctly.

Wang Sanxiao was as expected, and said with a smile: "My friend knows that you are obsessed with ancient paintings, and also knows that your rash behavior of buying is rather abrupt..."

Wei Lao lowered his face: "If you know it's abrupt, then don't be abrupt."

"Dad, Sanxiao is not a man without measure," Wei Cong smoothed things over with a smile, "Listen to what he has to say."

Old Wei said bluntly: "He just wants to buy my paintings, no matter what rhetoric he says, he just wants to buy paintings!"

Knowing that the old man's arrogance is disgusting, Wang Sanxiao just smiled indifferently. He has been in the antique business since he was a teenager, mediating among collectors with different personalities. Stepping deeply into the mud, I have heard all kinds of bad words, and I don't take it to heart at all, so I smiled calmly: "The old man doesn't want to sell paintings, so how about changing them?"

Elder Wei said conceitedly, "Unless you bring the treasures from the Palace Museum, I still don't have a single one of those old folk paintings that I can pay attention to."

"Don't you pay attention to the collection of the Kong family in the Gujin Pavilion? There are also rare treasures from the Kang family in Jingdezhen," Wang San said with a smile, "My friend is the heir of the Kong family and the Kang family. I promise that as long as Mr. Wei agrees to exchange , all the collections of the two, you can choose."

Wei took a big meal.

Wang Sanxiao showed a confident smile, he knew that the old man was tempted, after all, no one would be tempted by the collection of Gujin Pavilion for a hundred years.

"Do you think this will impress me?" Old Wei snorted coldly in a hoarse voice, "The Gujin Pavilion is quite famous, but if you want me to exchange "Moonlight Night on the Spring River", you are too small. love it."

Wang San smiled and frowned.

"However," Elder Wei glanced at him haughtily again, "I'm a little curious about that forgery, so ask your friend to send it to me right away."