Three smiles

The Tanye Spring Auction lasted for three days. Eighteen auctions were a big success, with a cumulative turnover of 10 billion yuan. It caused quite a stir in the antique industry. Many critics wrote articles and commented on the auction on the Artron Auction Forum. , spoke highly of the person in charge's decision-making and operational capabilities.

Wang Sanxiao sat in front of the computer wearing a bathrobe, read articles one by one, and easily identified which ones were the company's drafts and which ones were real reviews, and a smile formed on his lips involuntarily.

——This Wei Laoqi really has two brushes.

There was a knock on the study door, and Xiong Da's voice sounded outside the door: "Third Young Master, we found it."

"Come in," Wang San smiled and closed the webpage, put his bare feet on the table and kicked, and the chair turned around flexibly, facing the door.

Xiong Da opened the door and came in, handing him a stack of documents: "This is Tan Ye's development plan for the next quarter."

Wang Sanxiao opened the document, held up his black-rimmed glasses, glanced at ten lines, and said softly with a smile: "This guy really knows how to strike while the iron is hot. There will be a special exhibition on porcelain in June, and calligraphy and painting inscriptions at the end of August... and invest in TV stations." The folk treasure appraising program... Tsk, he can't be too busy!"

"This treasure appraising program should also be to increase popularity and collect items for subsequent auctions," Xiong Da analyzed. "Otherwise, with Tan Ye's current scale, it would be difficult to convince big collectors to entrust them with antiques."

Wang San smiled and nodded, his eyes fell on the last piece of paper, he looked at it for a while, and then smiled with satisfaction: "The people under your command are really good, they even got the list of items that Tan Ye is currently collecting, Mr. Zhang's Doucai Gaoshi Cup , Professor Li’s Wen Zhengming’s album, Gujin Pavilion’s... Hey, even the Kong family’s ideas are dared to fight, aren’t you afraid that I will go to Boss Kong to blackmail him?” He flicked the document with his fingers, and laughed loudly at Xiong, “ If this piece of paper falls into the hands of other auction houses, with a little trickery, he can make a cooked duck fly."

Xiong Da smiled slightly: "The other auction houses didn't get it, but it fell into your hands."

"Yeah, it fell into my hands." Wang San smiled and licked the corner of his mouth, "See if I won't kill him."

The two were talking, when the mobile phone rang suddenly, Wang Sanxiao slid the chair and turned to the table, stretched out his long arm, grabbed the mobile phone, glanced at it, found that it was an unfamiliar number, frowned, and threw the mobile phone to Xiong Da.

Xiong Da connected, put it in his ear and said "Hello", paused for three seconds, looked up at Wang San and smiled, moving his lips silently: "It's Mu Xixi."

Wang San smiled and sneered: "Say I'm not here."

Before the words finished, Mu Xixi yelled frantically: "I heard it all!!!"

Wang San laughed loudly, took the phone and put it to his ear: "Calling brother in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Xiao!" Mu Xixi's voice has changed a lot compared to three years ago, a little less clear and a little more calm, but the sticky coquettishness is still the same, "I'm also in Nanjing, are you free now?" is it on?"

"I'm very busy now," Wang San smiled without blinking, and lied with his mouth open, "I have a few commissions that need to be settled as soon as possible. Do you have anything to do?"

"Hey..." Mu Xixi's voice dropped so that people could see his dejected expression through the phone, "I sent you an invitation card for Tan Ye's celebration banquet tonight, Brother Xiao, why didn't you come? "

Wang Sanxiao raised his hand and flipped it over on the table, and took out an elegantly bound invitation card with his fingertips, staring at Wei Cong's flamboyant signature on it: "Since it's a celebration banquet, it should be a party within the company. It's not appropriate to go to the celebration banquet for Jiancun Gong, right?"

Mu Xixi whispered: "...but you are the spiritual pillar."

Wang San smiled and dug his ears: "What did you say?"

"That..." Mu Xixi muttered, as if what he wanted to say was difficult to say, he hesitated for a long time and finally said it, "Can you come over now? He is drunk and wants to see you very much."

Wang Sanxiao pretended to be surprised: "Who is he?"

"Oh, I don't believe you don't know who he is!"

Wang San laughed loudly: "Since you think I know who he is, do you still think I should go there?"

Mu Xixi lost his voice.

Wang Sanxiao gradually stopped laughing, and said kindly: "Xi Xi, several years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you are already an adult. Things between adults are always complicated and not so easy to unravel." , hung up the phone directly.

Mu Xixi was in a daze while holding the phone.

In the brightly lit lobby of the hotel, the employees who received the red envelopes and had a big meal left happily, and only a few people were still chatting with glasses of wine.

Beside the chief's table, Wei Cong was lazily sitting in the chair, holding the glass in his hand and turning it lightly, looking at Mu Xixi with drunken eyes, but his voice was very sober: "He hung up on you?"

"Well, he won't come."

Wei Cong laughed and said firmly, "Don't worry, he will come."

Mu Xixi threw the phone on the table, without the slightest hint of cuteness in his eyes when he was on the phone, and mocked coldly, "It's been three years, do you think he still loves you?"

"Of course he still loves me," Wei Cong held the wine glass for a while, raised his head and drank another glass, a wry smile flashed in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "He will definitely come, at least he will come to laugh. "

Mu Xixi drank the fruit juice and said angrily, "You are really cheap, he made you suffer so badly, yet you still miss him."

"Am I miserable?" Wei Cong asked with a smile, raised his hand and slid past the disheveled dining table in the hall, and said triumphantly, "Now I have money and power, and I am in charge of a company with 72 employees under my command. You don't need to rely on others, such a happy life, you can't feel it before."

"But..." Mu Xixi clenched his fists, "If he hadn't kidnapped you back then, the entire Hengyun Group would be yours now, and it was Wang Sanxiao who ruined your future."

Wei Cong shook his head slightly: "No, I ruined my own future."

Mu Xixi sighed dejectedly: "You don't even hate him at all."

"Of course I hate it," Wei Cong lowered his head, saw his own reflection in the wine glass, and said softly, "I hate him for doing so much...but he abandoned me in the end."

His hands trembled slightly, and the reflection in the cup became fragmented. Wei Cong laughed again: "By the way, you kid, didn't you like Wang Sanxiao the most before? It's Grandma Seven."

Mu Xixi curled his lips: "I still like him now, but... do you know what is the deepest responsibility of love? I just can't forgive him for kidnapping you in the end. I really love someone. How could I have the heart to make him so miserable!"

"If you are hurt by the same means twice in a row by the person you love, you will probably understand," Wei Cong said softly, "What's more, what I have brought to him is not only hurt, but also humiliated, he is obviously so proud one of the people."

Mu Xixi didn't know what to think of, his eyes softened, and he snorted coldly: "Speaking of it, you are quite a scumbag!"

Wei Cong laughed lowly: "Since they're all so scumbags, it's even more important to be together so as not to harm others."

The noisy hotel gradually quieted down. As the last employee left, the bright lights fell on the messy dining table, making it look particularly lonely and empty. The hotel waiters began to shuttle between the tables and chairs to clean up.

Mu Xixi mocked: "Are you still sitting here and waiting? Look, he didn't come."

A wry smile appeared in Wei Cong's eyes, and he shook his head slightly: "Let's go."

When the two walked out of the hotel, their footsteps stopped suddenly. On the high steps of the hotel, Wang Sanxiao was walking up the stairs with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wei Cong immediately got drunk, leaned on Mu Xixi's top-heavy body, and said drunkenly: "Don't help me! I'm not drunk! Come on, come on, get on...all on!"

"..." Mu Xixi turned his head one by one, staring at him dumbfounded.

Wei Cong firmly grabbed Mu Xixi's hand, staggering: "Don't tell San Xiao! I don't want him to see me... I'm drunk..."

Wang San took a puff of cigarette with a smile, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and said coolly: "Oh, then I'm leaving."

Mu Xixi: "..."

"San Xiao!" Wei Cong raised his voice, "No... I must have hallucinations... San Xiao hates me so much, how could he come..."

"Yes, it's an illusion," Wang Sanxiao turned around and walked down the steps.

"I told you to pretend, he's gone," Mu Xixi laughed softly, turned to look at Wei Cong, but was suddenly stunned, and saw Wei Cong's eyes were drunk and blurred, but a teardrop fell quietly from the corner of his eye.

He turned his head suddenly, looked at Wang Sanxiao's back, and said loudly: "Brother Xiao, you have already come, why do you still have to leave?"

Wang San smiled and turned around, looked up at the two of them, and said calmly: "His drunken appearance is really ugly, I don't want to see it."

"If you like someone, don't you like every aspect of him?"

"Who said I liked him?"

"Then why did you come here?"

"I'm here to laugh at him."

After finishing speaking, Wang Sanxiao still went up the steps, looked down at Wei Cong's drunken face, shook his head and sighed, "What I just said was right, it's really ugly."

Wei Cong straightened up suddenly, pushed Mu Xixi away, turned around and hugged Wang Sanxiao, opened his mouth to grab his neck, and exhaled alcohol: "Sanxiao...it's the taste of Sanxiao..."

Wang San smiled and asked him gently: "Does it smell good?"

"Well," Wei Cong murmured, sucking and kissing his neck, "Sanxiao, you're here."

Wang San smiled and said bluntly: "I'll see you pretend to be drunk."

"Pfft..." Mu Xixi couldn't help laughing.

"Go and drive!" Wei Cong gave him a displeased look, and Mu Xixi laughed and ran away.

Wei Cong embraced Wang Sanxiao tightly with both arms, kissed the tip of his nose, and said with a low laugh, "I can't hide anything from you."

Wang San smiled and turned his face away in disgust: "The smell of alcohol is overwhelming."

"I never disliked you for drinking before."

"I've never drunk as much as you."

"But I'm not drunk now."

"Not drunk?" Wang San smiled and raised his chin with his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, looking at him with a half-smile, "But the reason someone tricked me over here is that you are drunk."

Wei Cong looked at him with a smile, his drunken eyes seemed to shimmer under the lamp: "Everyone is drunk if he is not drunk."

Mu Xixi drove the car to the front of the hotel, Wang Sanxiao helped Wei Cong into the car, and said calmly, "Let's go to Mr. Wei's house."

Mu Xixi glanced at him in the rearview mirror in surprise, kicked the accelerator, and the car galloped out like flying, and arrived at a residential area near the Drum Tower in less than 10 minutes.

Although Wei Cong said he wasn't drunk, he wobbled a little when he walked, and said with a smile, "The cold room is relatively simple, so don't be offended, Third Young Master."

Stepping into the door and seeing the simple two-bedroom and one-living room in front of him, Wang San smiled with a strange surprise in his heart, and said with a faint smile: "President Wei's white dragon fish suit, there will always be a day when he will make a comeback. "

"I hope that when that day comes, you can stand by my side." Wei Cong took his hand and pushed open a door, "This is my bedroom."

Wang Sanxiao was taken aback, seeing the huanghuali arhat bed quietly placed by the wall under the Yingying incandescent lamp, and the beautiful treasures embedded on it were shining brightly under the light.

As if he didn't know, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wei Cong: "Give me an explanation."

Wei Cong walked to the bedside of Luohan, and sat down lazily: "I'm very annoyed at the way you try your best to help Kang Tian. Since Kang Tianzhen wants this Luohan bed so much, it must be a rare treasure, so I want it too. "

"Aren't you afraid that I'll stab you out?"

"Don't be afraid," Wei Cong said softly, looking into his eyes, "I have no objection to anything you do."

Wang San glanced at him with a smile: "Three years ago, I could ruin your future. Three years later, with your current career, I could crush you to death with one finger."

Wei Cong sat on the Arhat's bed with a golden sword, spread his arms, and said calmly: "I love you, even if I die in your hands, I will be willing to die."

"..." Wang Sanxiao felt as if he had punched the cotton with his fist. He found strangely that this guy seemed to have left his face in that decaying old car when he left the Wei family. Cong put his love for him on his chest, as if he was wearing armor, with copper skin and iron bones, he was almost invincible.