Three smiles

The order of the Doucai Gaoshi Cup is a big gold mountain for Tanye Xiaopai, and people have to deal with it with [-] points of energy. Wei Cong poured two cups of strong coffee, quickly issued several instructions, and then came to the door in person , Come to visit this old Mr. Zhang who has turned his back on his promises.

The old man lived in a deep old alley, Wei Cong got off the car at the entrance of the alley, strolled along the clean bluestone road, stopped in front of a door, raised his hand and knocked twice.

A little nanny came to open the door: "Who are you looking for?"

Wei Cong said kindly, "I'm Wei Cong, the president of Tanye Auction House, and I'm here to visit Mr. Zhang."

"Oh, please come in."

Wei Cong entered the door, passed through the low gatehouse, and saw a long flower corridor in front of him. A few small pink and white flowers were dotted among the emerald green branches and leaves, making the whole old house full of vitality.

Walking into the room, smelling the tangy fragrance of ink, I saw books and toothpicks on the walls, and an old man with silver hair was leaning over his desk to write a post. When he heard the voice, he turned his head and raised his hand to pinch the legs of his reading glasses to look at it for a while. Put the brush on the inkstone mountain: "Is it Mr. Wei?"

"Just call me Xiao Wei," Wei Cong hurried up, stretching out his hands.

The old man shook hands with him, and pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit down and chat, little flower, make tea."

"Hey," the little nanny answered in the kitchen.

Wei Cong said, "I'm here to make amends."

The old man knew that it was immoral to repent before the battle, but he was surprised that the other party would apologize first, "What crime are you paying for?"

"It must be that the people in my company are ignorant and not considerate enough to make Mr. Zhang change his mind," Wei Cong said with a smile, "I came here rashly this time, first to make amends, and second, to ask the old man to understand more. We are in charge of the auction house."

The old man showed shame, waved his hand and said: "The young people in your company are well-behaved and sensible, don't blame them, it's just that my fate with your company probably hasn't come yet, and I missed this opportunity to cooperate."

Wei Cong said, "Excuse me, is the Doucai Gaoshi Cup still in Mr. Zhang's hands?"

"Yes," the old man went to the ancient shelf, took down a red sandalwood box, put it on the table and opened it, and there was an open porcelain cup with a round foot lying between the brocade. One side is painted with "Sage of Calligraphy Watching Goose", and the other side is painted with "Tao Qian Loves Chrysanthemum". The exquisite workmanship and detailed description are exactly the official kilns of Chenghua Dynasty that have been opened for generations.

Wei Cong looked at it intently for a moment, then closed the wooden box again, and looked at the old man: "May I ask, this Gaoshi cup is the old man's favorite thing. You have been reluctant to sell it. Why did you suddenly change your mind a while ago?" ?”

The old man took off his reading glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed, "It's an old buddy of mine who got sick a while ago. I thought it was just cirrhosis of the liver, but it turned out to be liver cancer."

Wei Cong was taken aback: "To what extent?"

"The tumor hasn't spread yet, so it's early stage," the old man frowned. "My old man retired from the ancient book restoration center. Although he has medical insurance, he still can't afford it. He also lost his wife in middle age and has no children. I want to sell Gaoshi Cup and give him a liver transplant."

Wei Cong said: "I heard that as long as a suitable liver source can be found, the cure rate of liver transplantation is very high. I wish your old friend a speedy recovery."

He paused, and then said, "Old Zhang, do you know the value of this Coats Cup?"

"The young people in your company were valued at least 2000 million last time."

Wei Cong nodded: "Cheng Kiln Doucai plays an important role in the history of porcelain. 2000 million is a conservative estimate. With the current level of enthusiasm for porcelain in society, I think your Gao Shi Cup is likely to exceed 5000 million."

Boss Zhang was surprised: "So many!"

"You are an antique at the national treasure level," Wei Cong said, "I can assure you that as long as the Gaoshi Cup is up for auction, there is absolutely no possibility of the auction being missed."

Mr. Zhang hesitated: "This...Xiao Wei, I know the purpose of your visit, but...I already agreed to Sanxiao this morning, and I also accepted the deposit from him. Now the money will be transferred to the hospital's account on..."

Wei Cong was startled: "Who are you talking about?"

"Three smiles," Zhang Lao gestured with his fingers at the corner of his mouth, "Wang Baxian's son, that young man who is cheerful all day long, you don't know this father and son in the antique store?"

"...I, of course, know each other," Wei Cong almost gritted his back molars, tried his best to maintain a calm face, chatted with the old man for another ten minutes, and then stood up to leave.

Walking out of the courtyard gate, Wei Cong looked at the deep narrow alley, and seriously considered the possibility of rushing directly into Wang's house, raping and killing this guy.

Sitting in the car, the assistant handed over a mobile phone, and the voice of the head of the porcelain miscellaneous department wailing and howling came out: "Big, big... something is wrong! Professor Li's Kangxi blue and white is not for sale anymore!!!"

Wei Cong: "..."

The supervisor cried and cried: "What should we do now? Boss, someone must be messing with us. Do you want to call the police?"

"What are you calling the police for?" Wei Cong said unhappily with the lawsuit on his forehead, "Continue to send people to lobby, can he cut off the bully halfway? What are you all doing? A team of so many people can only play alone fighting?"

The supervisor was stunned for a moment: "Boss, do you know who is making small moves? Isn't the investigation result not out yet?"

"There's no need to check, I already know," Wei Cong thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Your internal information has been leaked, so hurry up and rectify it."

After hanging up the phone, he let out a long sigh, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, raised his hand to press his heart, touched the long-lasting cigarette scar through his shirt, and couldn't help laughing complicatedly.

This Wang Sanxiao is obviously too idle, and he has to find some trouble for himself. Wei Cong loves and hates him at the same time. When he calls Wang Sanxiao, his bodyguard always answers the phone, politely Sorry to tell you that our third young master is not convenient to answer the phone at the moment, please call again after a while, back and forth three times, Wei Cong lost his temper.

Xiong Er put away the phone and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, he hung up."

The evening wind in early summer made people feel lazy, Wang Sanxiao sat on a rattan chair on the balcony with two big legs stretched out, held up a cigar and smoked, and said with a smile: "How is his mood over there? "

"It's quite calm, and the words are very kind," Xiong Er thought for a while, then added with a chuckle, "You still call me Mr. Xiong."

"Uncle Xiong, trash, you have to be able to hear the anxiety in his heart through his calm tone," Wang Sanxiao criticized, "For example, he sometimes chuckles very kindly, but the laugh is short, quick and sincere. This is basically not a smile, I must be scolding you in my heart."

Xiong Er followed the good advice: "Oh, then Mr. Wei scolded you the whole time."

"...Asshole!"

Xiong Da, who had been standing by the balcony, suddenly said, "Third Young Master."

"Huh?" Wang San smiled unhappily and turned his head away. Seeing him looking down the stairs, he suddenly had a bad premonition, stood up abruptly, strode to the balcony, looked down, and saw an old car. The new Audi A8 was parked downstairs. Wei Cong was wearing a suit and leaning against the car door. He was looking up at his balcony with his arms folded. Seeing him sticking out, he smiled slightly.

Wang Sanxiao lay on the balcony on the second floor, looked at him from a distance, and said loudly: "What are you doing here?"

"Come to drink with you," Wei Cong raised a bottle of Chivas Regal in his hand.

"Don't drink."

Wei Cong said slowly, "Then I'll go find that little brother last night and drink."

Wang San smiled and laughed, and raised his finger to the gate of the community: "Hurry up, that buddy will have a performance at the Drum Tower Red Bar tonight, if you have the guts to go, it's your grandson who won't go!"

Wei Cong immediately asked, "Grandpa, what are your orders?"

"..." Wang Sanxiao choked suddenly. He obviously didn't expect that Wei Cong would become such a bastard after a few years. He slapped the railing angrily, "I'm fucking you!"

"My uncle has been buried in the earth for decades," Wei Cong said with a calm smile, "Third Young Master, why don't you change to a more feasible operation, such as my father?"

"..."

"Fuck," Xiong Er expressed his surprise in a low voice, and then said very understandingly, "Third Young Master, he flirted with you, and he is even more shameless than you."

Wang San smiled and slapped his big face far away, cursing angrily: "Do you still need to remind me? Fuck!"

Xiong Da moved his wrist and said in a deep voice, "I'll go down and kill him."

"Nonsense!" Wang San smiled and stared, but seeing Xiong Da showing a very shallow smile, he couldn't help but also laughed, and glanced downstairs from the corner of his eyes, "When did this guy become so shameless? "

Xiong Er thought for a while, and said very skillfully: "He is only shameless in front of you, and he always pretends to be aggressive in front of others."

Wang San smiled and lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily: "Did he have a bad day?"

Xiong Er nodded: "It's absolutely tragic."

"See if he's doing well, I'll be fine," Wang San nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the cigar into his mouth, and walked downstairs staggeringly.

Wei Cong was leaning on the side of the car, watching Wang Sanxiao walking over with a cigar in his mouth, holding up the wine bottle in his hand: "Come to my house?"

"Your house is too small, I don't like it."

"Then go to your house?"

"Okay," Wang San smiled openly, "My father hasn't seen Mr. Wei for many years, so it's time to catch up on the old days."

Wei Cong smiled and said, "Is this what you mean by allowing me to come to propose marriage?"

Wang Sanxiao sneered twice, turned around and walked back.

Wei Cong hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and smiled apologetically, "I'm just joking, smile three times, don't be angry."

Wang San smiled and sprayed his face with smoke: "Don't be so damn naughty, I know what you came to see me for. I did both Mr. Zhang and Professor Li. How about it?"

Wei Cong sighed: "I know you hate me, but I dare not ask your forgiveness. If you like those two antiques, you can take them. I want to talk to you."

"Talking?" Wang Sanxiao couldn't help laughing, "Stop making trouble, we are all adults, if you want to talk, talk about the kidneys."

"Then you can talk if you want," Wei Cong said, "I'm always ready."

Wang Sanxiao pretended to be surprised: "Didn't you get drained last night? I heard that you played all night, and you played two kings and one queen with Xixi? The chrysanthemums are all bursting."

Wei Cong slapped himself on the face: "What a bad move!"

"Fake?"

Wei Cong took his hand, pulled him to his side, and said with a wry smile, "I don't believe you can't tell whether it's true or not. I'm just teasing you, and I didn't do it at all."

"Boss Wei is awesome, it's okay to tease me," Wang San smiled and hooked his chin, teasing the little soft meat on his chin with a smile, and said coolly, "Then I'll play with you, those two I've already taken an antique, if you have the ability, you can take it back from my hand, if you can't, just leave it to me where you should."

The author has something to say: Wei Cong's current mentality is love and hate, give me a bed, and I can fuck Wang Sanxiao to death.

San Xiao's current state of mind is: See if you are doing well, I will be fine, anyway, idle is idle.