Three smiles

Recently Wei Cong felt that he was a bit crazy, he had to tease Wang Sanxiao every day, if one day he was too busy to care about teasing, it would be as if he hadn't eaten, he was really hungry and thirsty.

In fact, chatting is nothing to talk about. Wei Cong is not a talkative person. Eight out of ten sentences Wang Sanxiao said to him were sarcasm. Extremely.

Inexplicably, he had a feeling that the two had always been in love.

At the morning meeting, the director of the Rare Books Department reported that he had signed a set of very influential Song edition books. When the auction was officially launched, the momentum would be greatly increased. Wei Cong sat in the office chair after the meeting and took the tea from his assistant. After taking a sip, leaning on the backrest comfortably and turning around twice, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to share the good news with Wang Sanxiao.

"Hello?" came Wang Sanxiao's lazy voice.

Wei Cong smiled and said, "Are you up yet?"

Wang San laughed and snorted: "I've already negotiated a big deal, are you asking if I'm up now?"

Big business?Wei Cong sat up straight and stretched out his hand to call for the assistant. Then he thought about it, just now the director of the Rare Book Department said that the set of Song edition books had been signed, and Wang Sanxiao couldn't stop him halfway.Heart dropped suddenly, Wei Cong grabbed the cup and drank a big mouthful of strong tea, feeling that he was about to be played crazy by this guy.

"Hello?" Wang Sanxiao called over there, "Did you hear what I said?"

Wei Cong lied without blinking: "Oh, oh, the signal was not good just now."

Wang San smiled and hummed, thinking that your company is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Nanjing, you tell me the signal is not good?But he didn't expose him, and asked: "Why does Mr. Wei call this subordinate?"

I'm fine, why don't I call my wife?Wei Cong was a little depressed: "At the morning meeting just now, the Rare Book Department signed a set of Song editions. I think this is very happy, and I want to share it with you."

Wang Sanxiao was so keen, he could hear a trace of loneliness in his voice immediately, and for a moment his conscience was still there, so he stopped ridiculing and laughed softly: "It's a good thing, how is the quality of that set of books?"

"very perfect."

"A very perfect book from the Song Dynasty..." Wang Sanxiao muttered in a low voice, "There are still several months until the autumn auction, and right now it's just too late. If we can hold a special auction of ancient books and rare books..."

Wei Cong understood what he meant: "It's just that with Tanye's current scale, auction collection is a big problem."

"There are quite a few book collectors in Nanjing. Song Wenyuan's Huaixin Building has collected a lot of ancient books, not only the Song and Yuan rare books, but also some Ming and Qing engravings..."

Wei Cong chuckled: "San Xiao, are you helping me?"

"..." Wang Sanxiao stopped abruptly, apparently he didn't expect that he would unknowingly start planning for Wei Cong.He utterly spurned himself.

Wei Cong felt refreshed, happier than after hearing the report from the head of the Rare Book Department, smiled and approached the microphone, and lowered his voice: "Look, smile three times, our fate is not over yet, in the future, there will be good days ahead. "

Wang Sanxiao hung up the phone angrily, staring at Wei Cong's phone number on the phone screen, and cursed: "Fuck your mother!"

"What shit?" With the sound of a spoon falling on the plate, Yang Chengqi woke up from his daydream, yawned, picked up the spoon again, and stirred the coffee in the cup sleepily, "Did you call?"

Wang San smiled, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and said with a smile, "How come it's been like this since we haven't seen each other for several months?"

"Recently, we have meetings until midnight every day." Yang Chengqi rubbed his eyes, "The time I spend drinking coffee with you is squeezed out of my teeth. Learn to be grateful, friend!"

"Is my kindness to you not enough?"

Yang Chengqi smiled: "Of course it's not enough. I heard that you can take all men and women. Are you interested in sublimating our revolutionary friendship from friends to gay friends?"

Wang Sanxiao snorted angrily: "I'm afraid of AIDS."

"Hey, I don't like hearing that anymore," Yang Chengqi patted his chest, "All the things I play with are clean, so I promise I'm not sick."

Wang San smiled and frowned. He didn't have any feelings about dating, nurturing, financial sponsors and so on. It's all about paying for money and goods, but since that night in Wei's old house three years ago, he has been I can't listen to this kind of "just for fun" talk.

After taking a sip of coffee, he said lightly, "Is the company not peaceful recently? Why do we have meetings in the middle of the night every day?"

Yang Chengqi cautiously glanced left and right, leaned forward, and said mysteriously on the table: "You have inquired about the Wei family with me several times in the past few years, I don't know what grievances you have, but I advise you to leave as soon as possible. "

Wei family?Wang Sanxiao's heart twitched violently, but his face was still calm, he scoffed: "The Wei family is a centipede, how can it be so easy to fall."

"Don't you believe it, the Southwest King's foundation is so deep, if the wind direction changes above, don't you just fall down?" Yang Chengqi pointed his index finger to the top of his head, and said in a low voice, "The Wei family's current status depends on a Wei family. Old man, do you know how old he is this year? 93! He has been bedridden since he had a stroke three years ago, how many years can he live?"

Wang San nodded with a smile, and said dumbly, "Probably dying soon."

"Who do you think the Wei family will be in when the old man dies?"

Wei Cong's smiling face suddenly appeared in Wang Sanxiao's mind, and then shook his head, throwing him out of his mind, thinking about the descendants who have the right to inherit one by one, and found with some regret that today, after Wei Lao died, The one who is most likely to inherit the family business is Wei Laosan.

Yang Chengqi sneered: "The biggest mistake the old man made in his life was driving Wei Qi out of the house. Although that bastard bullied my little sister, I have to admit that he is still a bit capable. In fact, our so-called wealthy families look bright, Nei Li is just a domesticated dog, Wei Qihui is a Tibetan mastiff to fight and kill, and Wei San doesn't even have the ability to be a pug."

Wang San smiled and stirred the coffee calmly: "The Wei family has not shown any sign of decline recently."

"On the contrary, the stock price has risen a lot, right?" Yang Chengqi said, "You don't understand the predation rules of financial predators. You have seen the animal world. Every crocodile is an opportunist, and an elephant is so huge. , but if you are attacked by a group of crocodiles while drinking water, you will end up being divided and eaten.”

"You mean the Wei family will be encircled and suppressed?"

"The gods have always fought, and the little devil has suffered. The old god behind the Wei family has become a soft persimmon. He can't protect himself. Will he protect Wei San, a pug?"

Coming out of the cafe, Wang Sanxiao glanced back before getting into the car, Xiong Er followed his line of sight, wondering: "What's wrong?"

"I always feel like someone is watching me."

Xiong Er suddenly became vigilant. Ever since he was secretly photographed by Wei Lao San three years ago, the two Xiong brothers have been very sensitive to such things, and whispered: "You get in the car first."

The car slowly merged into the traffic flow, Xiong Da drove the car expressionlessly with a cigarette in his mouth, and after driving for more than ten minutes, he said in a deep voice, "Someone is following us."

Wang Sanxiao looked back, only to see the traffic flow like a weaving weaving, completely unrecognizable: "Can you get rid of it?"

"Get rid of it?" Xiong Er tilted his head, moved his joints, and said with a smile, "Third Young Master, you just sit here and wait for the good show."

Before the words were finished, Xiong Dayi stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated sharply, dashing left and right in the endless traffic, followed by a gray car behind him, Xiong Da turned off the main road, and disappeared in a few flexible turns. in sight.

The gray car stopped slowly, turned its head around, and was about to go back, when a car behind it rushed out suddenly, crashing into it with the momentum of thunder, the car slammed into the green belt by the side of the road as it slammed into the steering wheel.

Xiong Er jumped out of the car, holding a chain lock in his hand, striding forward, leaned over and knocked on the car glass: "Dude, come down and talk."

The car refused to open the door, and Xiong Er lifted the chain lock, only to hear a crash, and the glass of the car shattered. He kicked off the whole glass, looked at the two people in the car, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Don't give me face." ?”

Probably because it was too terrifying to see other people's tall, muscular, smirking face, the two people in the car got down tremblingly: "We...we didn't do anything."

Wang Sanxiao opened the car door and walked over, looked him up and down, felt that he really didn't look like a professional gangster, and frowned: "Who sent you to follow me?"

"No, no one," the driver said with a worried face, "no one instructed."

"Oh," Wang San smiled and nodded, "That means you are indeed following me."

The driver was startled to fall into his language trap, slapped himself annoyedly, and denied it: "We didn't follow, we...we don't even know who you are."

"Impossible," Wang San said with a smile, "There is no one in Beijing who does not know me, Wei Guangyao."

"What???" The driver was dumbfounded, "You... how could you be Wei Guangyao?"

"Pretend you don't know me!" Wang Sanxiao kicked him over, turned his head and walked to the side of the car, and said calmly, "It doesn't matter who sent them, each of them keeps one hand."

"Yes," Xiong Er immediately took out a field survival knife, grabbed the driver's hand and was about to chop it off.

"Ahhh, I said it! I said it!!!" The driver froze immediately, and a smell of urine came out.

Wang San smiled leaning on the car door, watching them from a distance: "Speak."

"It's Wei Tezhu who asked us to follow you!" The driver wailed, "Wai Tezhu said that as long as you take pictures of your whole day's itinerary, the task will be completed, we never thought we would be like this..." He cried and squinted at the bear. The cold field knife in his second hand made him feel bad.

Wang Sanxiao's complexion changed, and his voice approached him coldly: "Wei Special Assistant? Wei Guangyao?"

"It's Wei...Wei Xu."

Wang San smiled and blinked his eyes, looking at the sky blankly: "... who the hell is this?"

"Mu Xixi," Xiong Er reminded in a low voice.

Wang Sanxiao suddenly realized, turned his head in astonishment and looked at the two trembling young men, puzzled: "Why did this son of a bitch send someone to follow me?"

Xiong Er took a look at him, and felt that Wei Cong was scolded by his third young master in a subtle way.

"Forget it, forget it," Wang San smiled and waved his hands, "Get lost."

Back in the car, Xiong Da took a look at the two young men who were trying to push the car out of the green belt, and asked in a deep voice: "Third Young Master, are you afraid they are lying? Mu Xixi has no reason to follow you."

"Why doesn't he have a reason?" Wang San smiled lightly and said, "He has a crush on me."

What makes you so proud of that?Xiong Er's eyes were full of doubts. After thinking for a while, he sneaked in a slander: "Should we take revenge back? Mu Xixi tricked you to Wei Cong last time. This kid will become less cute the longer he grows."

Wang San smiled and looked at him with interest: "How are you going to retaliate against him? Isn't it crazy enough to stuff a mouthful of lemon last time?"

Xiong Er smugly smiled and said, "This time, you can stuff a mouthful of passion fruit first, and then a lemon."

"Good idea!" Wang Sanxiao clapped his hands and laughed, and said coldly when he was done, "Xiong Da, I'll buy ten catties of passion fruit and lemons later, you can watch them eat, and stuff them into chrysanthemums if you don't finish them in half an hour !"

Xiong Er: "Damn!!!!"

After despising Xiong Er, Wang San smiled and looked at the tall buildings passing by outside the window, and asked, "What kind of special assistant is Mu Xixi? He is in Beijing at the moment?"

Xiong Da immediately said: "Mu Xixi hasn't graduated from university yet, and he has the title of special assistant to the president at Tan Ye Auctioneer. He should have accompanied Mr. Wei to Shanghai to watch the preview of the charity auction."

"Oh," Wang San smiled and nodded, "Let's go to Shanghai."

Anlei Charity Night is a charity event with great influence in recent years. The auction site is full of singing and dancing, competing for beauty, and even the preview is very luxuriously arranged. Mu Xixi was wandering boredly among the crowd, when suddenly his phone rang, and he bowed his head At first glance, his expression became stiff.

Holding a glass of champagne, Wei Cong looked up at a postmodernist oil painting on the wall, and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xixi wept bitterly: "The person sent to follow Wang Sanxiao has been discovered."

"Oh," Wei Cong replied, and then fell silent.

Mu Xixi turned and stared at him: "Aren't you going to help me, Wang Sanxiao will kill me!"

"You are an adult, you should be able to take responsibility for your actions," Wei Cong raised his glass to him indifferently, taking a sip of champagne gracefully.

"!!!" Mu Xixi belatedly realized that he had been tricked by this guy again, and said angrily, "You asked me to send someone to follow him!"

Wei Cong smiled: "Really?"

I don't fucking play with you anymore!Mu Xixi broke down, snatched his champagne, poured it into his mouth, and swallowed it angrily: I tell you to drink it!

The author has something to say: I think it is necessary for Sanxiao to educate Wei Cong: Don't always catch someone!