Three smiles

Mu Xixi had a heroic face at a young age, rolled up his sleeves and chewed his belly: "Brother Xiao, you must help me with this, my great-grandpa, you don't usually see my father and grandpa very much, I am holding back my energy to be with you." It’s a critical moment to be elated.”

Wang Sanxiao couldn't help but think of some naive little idiot in his family. He looked across, even though he knew that this guy gave his name falsely, he still couldn't help feeling a lot of good feelings, and nodded: "I'll keep an eye out for you, what is your great-grandfather's preference?" collect?"

"Calligraphy and painting!" Mu Xixi said without hesitation, "The old man is fanatical in collecting calligraphy and painting, it's just his eyesight, hehehe..."

Wang Sanxiao couldn't help laughing, thinking that judging from this kid's financial resources and appreciation of antiques, there should be no more than a few of them. His eyes swept across the young man's face calmly, and he said casually: "There are quite a lot of calligraphy and painting collections in Beijing, and the number one is Mr. Wei from Hengyun Group..."

Mu Xixi's eyes lit up: "What good does he have in his hand, you help me match the string, I'll buy it!"

"But it's a pity, the old man is not short of money, he always just goes in and out," Wang San smiled and thought for a while, "the Baichuan Yang family should have a lot too, Mrs. Yang bought a few sensational national treasures when she was alive."

"I know her!" Mu Xixi yelled excitedly, "The painting exhibition with the rich lady is awesome. Some people say that her daughter is a lesbian..."

It doesn't seem to be the case. Just as Wang Sanxiao was about to continue probing, he suddenly thought about it. This kid hides his head and shows his tail. He knows whether he wants to let himself know his true identity. "The capital city is a treasure land where dragons and tigers are hidden. There are many collectors and collections. Let me keep an eye out for you. If there are good ones, I will contact you."

"Okay, okay," Mu Xixi thanked repeatedly, leaned in front of him and winked, and said in a low voice, "You have done me a great favor, and then not only will I get a big commission, but I can also introduce my sister to you, 1.8 meters, 36D, amazing beauty!"

"..." Wang Sanxiao choked on the belly burst after eating, thinking that if this little bastard had been his own son, he would have been destroyed by humanity 800 years earlier!

It was already [-] o'clock in the morning when we returned to the hotel. When we entered the door, we met Xiong Er who came back from the outside carrying a stack of takeaway boxes. Smile: "Hey, you really have good food." He picked up the takeaway box and poked it straight in front of him like offering a treasure, "The belly just out of the pot is delicious!"

"...fuck!" Wang Sanxiao filled his stomach with haggis almost overflowing.

The two walked back to the hotel room noisily, when Wang Sanxiao's cell phone rang suddenly, he and Xiong Er attacked each other while taking out the cell phone, the action suddenly stopped, and the screen of the cell phone flashed impressively: Wei Cong .

Knowing that he was going to work, Xiong Er stopped his hands tactfully, and beckoned General Xiong to bring the takeaway to the dining table.

Wang San turned his head with a smile and looked towards the window. His ridicule was reflected on the clean glass. He sneered and connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Three smiles," Wei Cong's familiar voice came from the phone, with a sense of strangeness that has passed, "Are you busy recently?"

"Not busy, what's the matter?" Wang Sanxiao asked lightly,

Wei Cong's voice was calm and modest, but it was in a business-like tone: "I would like to entrust you to help buy an antique, do you have time today, can you come to my office and talk about it?"

Wang San smiled a little surprised: "Huh?"

"If it's inconvenient..." Wei Cong pondered for a moment, "I can also ask my art collection consultant to talk to you in detail."

Having said all this, Wang Sanxiao felt a little disgusted with himself, thinking that he has already walked out of the past, but you are still looking forward and backward, really suspected of taking Joe, so he cheered up and smiled heartily Said: "It's very convenient, it's eight o'clock, and I'll be at your company in an hour."

Before leaving, Wang Sanxiao suddenly remembered something, and handed a note to Xiong Da: "Go and look up this number, this Mu Xixi... Which family's little prodigal son is it?"

He went to Hengyun Group, and the moment he walked into the company's gate, he suddenly had the feeling that things are changing. When he entered the Hengyun Group's gate last time, Wei Cong was just a small follower who learned how to do things from his elder brother. Now He has already taken charge of a company and called the wind and rain.

How many years have passed...

Wei Cong's art collection consultant is a man named Zhao Liang. He has picturesque features and beautiful spring flowers. He is dressed in a neat suit without revealing anything, but there is a sense of sexiness in his gestures that makes people look evil.

Wang Sanxiao remembered that this man was the one who traded ancient paintings on behalf of Elder Wei and the unlucky Wei Guangyao last time. He talked to him about antiques with a smile, but he slandered obscenely in his heart: It seems that he is very popular with Wei Cong. I just don't know if I have climbed over that guy's broken bed.

The two walked into the office. Wei Cong was processing documents. Seeing them coming in, he stood up, shook hands with Wang Sanxiao, and pointed to the sofa next to him: "Sit wherever you want."

The secretary brought the tea, and Wang Sanxiao blew the tea powder on the rim of the cup lightly, with an old-fashioned look on his face: "The only thing I know in Qinli is Lushui, and the tea is old Mengshan. The Mengding nectar from President Wei's mouth is fresh and delicate. Clear and sweet, worthy of being the best tribute tea."

Wei Cong smiled: "Good tea needs to be appreciated by people who know how to drink tea. The third young master is the first person to taste the nectar of Mengding in one sip."

"Thank you," Wang San smiled with a standard smile on his lips, "Mr. Wei has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, how can there be no tea-knowledgeable people? In the next small antique broker, I just saw a little more and knew a little bit more. "

"You are really humble." Wei Cong sat on the other side of the sofa, looking at him calmly, "I took the liberty to invite the third master here this time, because I want to entrust the third master to help me find a high-grade antique."

Wang Sanxiao's gaze fell apart from him, he looked at the furnishings in his office aimlessly, and asked casually, "Gifts?"

Wei Cong nodded: "Yes."

Mu Xixi's commission in the morning flashed across his mind, and Wang Sanxiao had an idea: "A birthday gift for your father? After all, the old man's [-]th birthday has passed almost ten years..."

"No," Wei Cong denied, "it was given to an uncle who has taken care of me a lot in both career and life."

It seems that it is really not the Wei family... Wang San nodded calmly with a smile, and asked, "Which kind of antiques do you prefer? Calligraphy and painting? Porcelain? Or jade and other miscellaneous items?"

Wei Cong thought for a moment: "His collection is quite mixed, and he seems to prefer jade." His eyes fell on an ancient painting on the wall, and he said regretfully, "I'm not very interested in calligraphy and painting."

Wang Sanxiao subconsciously followed his gaze, suddenly trembling all over, put down his teacup and stood up, walked quickly to the wall, looked up at the special showcase on the wall: "This is..." He suddenly turned his head to look Xiang Wei Cong, ""Song Guoxi Mountain Autumn Ji Scroll"?"

"Good eyesight!" Wei Cong praised without thinking.

Wang Sanxiao raised his head to appreciate it, and said with a smile, "This painting was once shown in Zhaode Auction Company's 2010 autumn auction preview, and then disappeared mysteriously. It turned out to be in Mr. Wei's hands."

"At that time, my father saw the auction catalogue, and he fell in love with this painting at a glance, and reached a deal with the seller through the auction company, so although it appeared in the preview, it was not officially auctioned," Wei Cong explained, "Later, my father sent It was given to me."

Wang Sanxiao pondered for a moment: "This is also a coincidence. Just now someone entrusted me to find an ancient painting, and Mr. Wei let me see such a rare treasure..."

Wei Cong paused with a smile on his face, and said apologetically, "This painting cannot be sold."

"Oh?" Wang Sanxiao didn't take it seriously. Every seller has a lot of reasons why he can't sell it, and he didn't see the antique market becoming depressed. He looked over with a smile and said, "I can fight for Mr. s price."

Wei Cong smiled and said, "I'm not someone who is easily satisfied, you know that."

"..." Wang Sanxiao subtly found that there seemed to be something in his words, and his smile became brighter. Looking up at the precious ancient paintings, he said leisurely, "Is it not easy to be satisfied, or greedy enough... There is a limit between these two statements of."

Wei Cong gasped for breath, as if he had been stabbed suddenly, the madness in his deep eyes was fleeting, he calmed down instantly, looked at the other side's handsome profile, and said softly, "You never believed me."

The smile on Wang San's smiling face was cracked, he turned his face abruptly, and his sharp eyes shot straight into Wei Cong's.

Wei Cong looked at him calmly.

After a while, Wang Sanxiao laughed at himself suddenly: "How did you get to this point..." He walked back to the sofa, Shi Shiran sat down, picked up the teacup calmly, and took a sip of the sweet Mengding tea , said loudly, "I know Mr. Wei that you are not short of money, and I don't want to talk about money with you. Professor Han of the Beijing Institute of Economics and Management Technology has a white jade birthday star in his hand. It is a white jade made of suet, made by Qianlong. It is exquisite, generous and meticulous. , if you are interested, I can get it for you, how about it?"

"Shouzhi birthday star... gift giving is naturally very good," Wei Cong praised, "Your ability has never been doubted, but, my uncle seems to have developed a lot of interest in Nanhong recently."

Wang San smiled and scolded this bastard secretly, he never knew what it means to know everything without talking endlessly, he was interested in Nanhong, what kind of jade did you talk about with me just now, fuck you, his face was calm, and he said with a smile: " As for Nanhong...the old man of Baichuan Yang's family has a Nanhong ornament, which is the work of Gu Yongjun, a master jade carving, and the carving is very exquisite."

Wei Cong waved his hand: "Master Yang will never make a move."

"...That's right," Wang San smiled and sighed, "It's the old lady's relic."

"You know a lot," Wei Cong complimented with sincerity, "It seems that there is nothing you don't understand in the entire antique business."

"Sorry, I don't seem to know as much as you do," Wang Sanxiao couldn't help choking him, feeling that the layout of Wei Cong's office was particularly oppressive for no reason, he raised his head, drank a cup of tea, and threw the cup back. Standing up from the coffee table, "I know what you mean, I will pay attention to you." He turned his head and glanced at the ancient painting on the wall reluctantly, "You should be busy, I'm leaving."

"Hey," Wei Cong suddenly took a step forward, "I'm not busy at the moment, how about staying at the company and having a light meal at noon?"

"Aren't you busy?" Wang San smiled sweetly and choked, "I'm busy, goodbye!"

Watching his thin back swaying out of the office, Wei Cong turned his head and looked carefully at the ancient paintings on the wall, admiring them.

Zhao Liang came in with his head: "President Wei, the third young master is gone."

"Well," Wei Cong nodded, and sat back at his desk, pulling a dozen documents casually, just about to give instructions, when he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the ancient painting on the wall, "Put the painting away, don't damage it, wait for him to download it." Hang it up when you get back."

The author has something to say: See how bad Mr. Wei is