Three smiles

Back at the hotel, Wang Sanxiao slept until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, then hugged the quilt and sat up with a hostile face—no one else, just because he dreamed of Wei Cong again.

In his dream, there was a noisy bar surrounded by mixed languages, and it was the New Year's carnival of British students. Wang Sanxiao was drunk and confused. When he looked up, he saw Wei Cong walking from the crowd...

He leaned against the bedside and smoked a cigarette, secretly pondering what this meant, and finally felt that he was a little bit handsome when he saw Wei Cong coming in the stars in the early morning.

Putting out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, Wang Sanxiao couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking that he still had good eyesight back then, among so many people, at a glance, he was the most handsome one.

He slept for more than ten hours, and felt that he would become a fool if he continued to sleep, so he got up, wandered into the bathroom to wash up, and asked the hotel to make a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice for him.

Xiong Er was taken aback: "Third Young Master, it's twelve o'clock in the evening, are you sure you want Yangzhou fried rice? If you don't like eating later, you have to go to Yangzhou in the middle of the night."

"I'm in a good mood today," Wang Sanxiao said after a good night's sleep. He bit his electric toothbrush and carefully combed his hair in the mirror. Wang Baxian was brought up to be somewhat mean from the bottom of his bones, but it is undeniable that his face is still very handsome.

Xiong Er saw him tirelessly dealing with the few tufts of hair on his head, dumbfounded, and turned to Xiong Dao: "Third Young Master must have had a dream just now, look at him now, he is really furious."

"Get out," Wang San scolded him with a smile, walked out of the bathroom with a happy face, sat at the dining table looking at the shiny fried rice, and said with a smile, "The hotel has changed chefs? Today's meal looks quite appetizing..." Then he just ate After taking a sip, the spring breeze on his face disappeared, he ground his molars, gritted his teeth, and said, "...this is too fucking shameless to call it fried rice, what the fuck!"

No matter how good the mood is, it can't stand a bowl of fried rice cooked with swill. Wang Sanxiao took a few mouthfuls of rice gloomily, and wanted to go to Yangzhou again on impulse.

Xiong Er kept complaining: "Brother, can we stop for a while?"

I can't blame him for complaining. What kind of life have I been living for these two consecutive days? The night before yesterday, I ran all night, and the brothers took turns driving all night, and then got stuck at the Xizhimen overpass. Last night, I ran away for most of the night, and then A hearty battle, although the fight is very exciting, but the body is made of flesh, even the mighty and majestic Xiong brothers will be tired.

Wang Sanxiao himself also felt very sorry, he was so bored wandering around in the room, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, let's go to sleep, don't be sleepy, let's not go to sleep, what should we do then?

Xiong Erchun proposed excitedly: "Why don't you go to the bar? Maybe you can meet a beautiful girl or something."

"Bar?" Wang San smiled and looked at him.

Xiong Er nodded with bright eyes.

Wang San smiled and slapped him on the forehead: "Look at how you are so angry!"

Bear Two:"……"

"If you want to go to the bar, go by yourself, if you don't want to go, just sleep at home," Wang Sanxiao picked up the windbreaker and walked outside, "I'll go out by myself."

Xiong Da stood up: "I'm going to drive."

"No need," Wang Sanxiao snatched the car keys from him, "I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and went out for a drive. You have been very tired these two days, so you should rest more."

In the early morning of Beijing, the night was gloomy. Wang Sanxiao drove the car aimlessly. The winter night in the north was not as cloudy and humid as in the south. It seemed that too much coal was burned and the air was dry. Wang Sanxiao drove around twice I feel like I have a rhinitis.

But this kind of knife-like cold can make the mind clear. He parked on the side of the road, looked at the hazy night sky above his head, and picked out the recent things one by one. In the end, he felt that he was too infatuated and too sensitive. Judging by Wei Cong's appearance, he has already let go of the past and the past, but he is so forward-looking and putting on a show, but he is at a disadvantage.

At four o'clock in the morning, the night sky was full of moon and stars, and the night was gradually fading. Wang Sanxiao drove to the East Third Ring Road and walked into Panjiayuan.

As the saying goes, there are two wonders in the city of Beijing—*** Square looking up at the flag-raising, and Panjiayuan looking down at the national treasure at the stalls, which shows how influential Panjiayuan is.Before dawn, the shops on both sides are already open for business, and the open space on both sides of the street has been filled with stalls. This is what people call a ghost market.

The ghost market is also called Xiaoshi and Tianguang Market. The stalls open in the early morning and disperse at dawn. The buyers and sellers hide their heads and reveal their tails. Half-covered, half-legal and half-illegal trading of some antiques, cultural relics, second-hand stolen goods.

Here, you can spend three melons and two dates to find rare treasures, and you can also spend thousands of dollars to buy a piece of low-quality garbage.

Wang Sanxiao was playing with a small flashlight in his hand, and walked slowly along the stalls. He followed Wang Baxian from the age of 16 to travel all over the world, and passed tens of millions of national treasures in his hand. He looked down on these things very much. Here, there are antiques and antiques, not old or not, the odds and ends on the street stalls can only be regarded as second-hand goods, none of them can arouse his interest in "playing".

"You still want to lie to me, don't look at my young age, I grew up among antiques," a voice unique to a teenager with a voice-changing period came from beside him, "It's the Song version of "Mr. Dongxin's Collection", Dongxin Mister is Jinnong Jin Dongxin among the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, a native of the Qing Dynasty, who returned to the Song Dynasty, why do you do business like this? How unkind!"

Wang Sanxiao looked up and couldn't help but be amazed. This child is so beautiful, he should be of Eastern European descent. He has three-dimensional facial features and deep eyes at a young age. When he grows up, he will harm many good girls.

Thinking of this, he looked over with great interest, and saw that the young man was flipping a copy of "Mr. Dongxin's Collection" in his hand. The appearance was excellent. The young man said to the stall owner: "How dare you ask for such a clumsy forgery?" Five thousand? I don’t think five hundred is worth it!”

The boss scolded: "You youngster, do you understand the rules? Don't make trouble here, you don't know the goods, you will be the one who knows the goods!" He ran to set up a street stall in the cold wind of more than ten degrees below zero in the middle of the night. Still being pestered by this brat with no hair yet, his stomach was about to explode with anger. He turned his head to look at Wang Sanxiao who was squatting beside him, and laughed loudly, "You come to comment."

Wang Sanxiao just wanted to be a cold and heartless spectator, and didn't want to judge others at all. Hearing this, he put on a sad face: "I'm just a layman, and I know everything about this ancient book. "

The boss was furious: "Wang Sanshao, what are you pretending to be???"

"Hey..." Wang San smiled and looked at him in surprise, but he didn't expect this person to know him.

The boss was furious, and yelled in a hoarse old voice: "They are all begging for food in the antique shop. Ask the whole Panjiayuan, how many people don't know you father and son?"

"Low-key, low-key," Wang San smiled with a smirk of honor and disgrace, and waved his hands, "You trade yours, I see mine, don't interfere with each other."

Although the boss is depressed, he can't force him. As the saying goes, if you see the truth, you don't tell the truth.

The young man said triumphantly: "Boss, it doesn't matter who you move out. This is an imitation of the later generations. It's rare that it is blessed to be able to enter my eyes. Five thousand is too expensive, maybe fifty."

"Get out!!!" The boss yelled so much that his intestines almost came out.

"If you can't, then you can't. What are you shouting about? Five hundred!" The young man counted out five big tickets and threw them on the street.

The boss grabbed the banknotes and said coldly, "Another five hundred!"

"Hey, you call it extortion, you know?" The young man said unwillingly, and after a long time of teasing, he still reluctantly counted out five banknotes, and said angrily, "If I didn't like Dong Xin so much Sir, I won't be slaughtered by you honestly!"

The boss wanted to kick him up: "Please don't like him anymore, I'm really sorry for Mr. Dong Xin!" After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Wang San and smiled, "Look at the kid now, he's really awesome. .”

Wang San replied vaguely with a smile: "Well...that's awesome."

The boss suddenly blew the siren: "Is my book sold at a loss?"

"No!" Wang San said decisively with a smile, handed a cigarette to the boss, and said with a smile, "Which waste paper collection station collected this book, you know it in your heart, did you lose money if you sold it for 1000 yuan? That kid... ..." He squinted his eyes and looked at the boy's back, "That kid likes Mr. Dongxin, is it a loss to spend 1000 yuan to buy one? Brother, this is called a win-win situation, let's have some fun." After finishing speaking, he calmly Stand up, say goodbye to the boss and leave.

Just a few steps away, he kept looking down at the things on the roadside stall, and accidentally bumped into a body head-on, turned his head, and laughed, it was that mixed-race boy again.

"It's you!" The young man looked at him in surprise, his beautiful eyes seemed to be full of stars, "The boss calls you San Shao, is that Wang Sanxiao from Nanjing? Ba Xian Wang, the number one broker in the antique shop !"

"Well, Wang Baxian is my father."

"Hey, Brother Xiao," the young man called affectionately, pointing to his nose, "My name is Mu Xixi. I heard that you have very good eyesight. I really admire you."

"So-so, it's all about saving face," Wang Sanxiao waved his hands modestly, thinking what is "extraordinary"?The third young master's eyesight is really sharp, okay?

The sky was getting brighter, and the ghost market was gradually dissipating. Mu Xixi took Wang Sanxiao straight to the breakfast shop on the street, sat down, took out the "Mr. Dongxin Collection" from his bag, and presented it to him like a treasure: " Brother Xiao, tell me, did I miss this book?"

Wang Sanxiao casually flipped through a few pages: "Why do you think you missed something?"

"This book is not ordinary," Mu Xixi said, "This is a Qing engraved book, but it uses Song paper!"

"Didn't you just say it was a fake?"

Mu Xixi said with an inscrutable look on his face, "There can't be such a mentally retarded fake, there must be something in it that I don't understand."

Wang San laughed seeing his oily face at such a young age, couldn't help laughing, turned the pages of the book and explained: "There are three advantages of this book, first, the author Jin Nong, the head of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou; Ding Jing's handwriting, one of the eight masters of Ling, and the third, Qing calligraphy and Song paper, are too extravagant."

Mu Xixi rested his chin: "Why do you say luxury?"

"The pages of the Song Dynasty paper were printed by removing the front title page of the Song edition Dazang." Wang Sanxiao gestured to show him the width of the pages. "The Dazang in the temple is folded and the width is only ten centimeters. To print such a one-page book, three pages have to be dismantled, how many pages of this book are you counting, and how many treasures have to be dismantled, isn’t it extravagant?”

Mu Xixi gasped: "Then did I... pick up a big leak?"

Wang Sanxiao closed the book and pushed it back in front of him: "Congratulations."

"Brother Xiao, you know a lot. I want to treat you to a good meal. You can teach me more," Mu Xixi turned to greet the boss. A bowl of haggis soup!"

When the hot and delicious fried belly was brought to the table, Wang Sanxiao couldn't laugh or cry and thought to himself, why does this handsome mixed-race boy like to eat this kind of thing?

Mu Xixi snorted and drank the haggis soup, and smiled at Wang San: "Actually, Brother Xiao, I ask you for a meal because I ask you."

"Ok?"

"My great-grandfather is about to celebrate his 90th birthday," Mu Xixi said, "Please help me find an awesome antique, and it shouldn't be too expensive. I don't have much money."

Wang Sanxiao usually manages big business with tens of millions in his hands, how can he have the spare time to find some inexpensive antiques for this brat? Hearing this, he took a sip of soybean juice and asked casually : "What price can you accept?"

"Less than 2000 million."

"Pfft..." Wang San smiled and sprayed out the bean juice.

Mu Xixi was taken aback, and quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it to him: "Brother Xiao, did I say something wrong?"

"Cough cough cough..." Wang San smiled so much that he almost spit out bile. He took the tissue and wiped his mouth. Luxury is everywhere in Beijing, but I haven't heard of a little bastard named this idiot.