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The insane Kang Tianzhen did not leave any ripples in Song Wenyuan's heart. He calmly chatted with everyone over champagne, sang birthday songs, smashed cakes everywhere, and then waved his sleeves smartly. Leaving the brightly lit hotel.

Back home, Song Wenyuan lay on the sofa and closed his eyes tiredly. The scenes just now played back before his eyes. Out of mind.

But I didn't expect that smiling face to be firmly imprinted in my mind like a magic barrier. Not only did it not drive away, but it became clearer.

——I have to admit that Kang Tianzhen is actually quite handsome.

After sleeping for six hours, the precise biological clock made Song Wenyuan wake up at five o'clock in the morning. After the morning exercise, he went to the stewed restaurant to buy two breakfasts. Street has fully woken up.

All kinds of imitations and counterfeit products were on the roadside stalls. Song Wenyuan walked and watched among the crowd. He walked slowly all the way, but he didn't meet his favorite item. He turned his footsteps and walked into the window of Xiaoxuan. At the door of the store, the boss Huang Xingyun was sitting in a huanghuali armchair drinking tea. When he saw him enter the door, he said, "Come back to the auction house with me later."

"Well," Song Wenyuan set the breakfast neatly without asking any questions. He would not have any doubts about his mentor's decision.

After the two had breakfast face to face, Huang Xingyun put down his chopsticks, "Wen Yuan, I heard that you and Kang Tianzhen last night..."

"Don't mention it," Song Wenyuan smiled wryly. His mentor is so powerful. I'm afraid he already understood what happened last night better than himself. He said helplessly, "I don't have the slightest intention to compete with him for Jiang Biying. I'm fine."

"I know you are not a troublemaker, and that kid picked out the dispute last night, but let's find a chance to turn the fight into a friendship. Although Kang Tianzhen has been in the United States for many years, he is also the only heir to the Gujin Pavilion. You are under my protection. Naturally, there won’t be any danger, but in the future, if he wants to punish you, it will be easy for him to set up his own family.”

Song Wenyuan's face was full of gratitude, "I see."

The haze in his heart was getting deeper and deeper——Kang Tianzhen was very nervous at first glance, and he seemed to be determined to win Jiang Biying, but now that he hated himself, it might not be so easy to change.

After dinner, the two went to Jiahua Auction House. Today there will be a small painting and calligraphy auction here. After changing the number plate, the two sat down. Huang Xingyun quickly scanned the audience, his eyes fell not far away, and said in a low voice , "Kong Xin came here in person, isn't he always interested in painting and calligraphy?"

"Kong Xin? The boss of Gujin Pavilion?" Song Wenyuan followed his gaze. Before seeing the big shopkeeper of Gujin Pavilion, a bright smiling face suddenly appeared in his vision, and he was taken aback, "...Kang Tianzhen ?”

The person on the other side seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then, that bright smiling face showed an anti-human face-changing stunt that professional actors can't do-the expression changes abruptly within milliseconds, provocative, teeth bared, nose sneered, mouth crooked and eyes slanting , eyelid eversion...

"..." Song Wenyuan was shocked from the bottom of his heart.

Snapped!An iron palm hit Kang Tianzhen's crooked mouth, and Kong Xin, who was sitting next to him, roughly grabbed his chin and forcibly turned his face to the auction stage.

It seemed that Kang Tianzhen's silent screams were heard in his ears, and the haze that had been covering Song Wenyuan's heart quietly dissipated. After seeing clearly the calligraphy and painting being displayed, his eyes gradually calmed down.

"The vertical scroll of "Guan Ju Tu" that is being displayed is 75cm long, 34cm wide, about 2.29 square feet, with slight yellow spots and creases," the auctioneer's voice is bewitching, "The author is a rare one in the history of modern art. Calligrapher and painter—Song Shiqi, the landlord of Huaixin..."

Huang Xingyun said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be the real work of your great-grandfather."

Looking at the vertical scrolls displayed from various angles on the stage, Song Wenyuan was calm, "Grandfather learned from Mr. Beilou when he was ten years old. He is a great painter, but there are not many paintings that have been handed down."

"Your great-grandfather's greatest achievement is not calligraphy and painting, but collection. It is said that not only collected thousands of paintings and calligraphy, but also more than 800 kinds of rare books, rubbings and inscriptions, which can be called the crown of Jinling." lost."

"Yes," Song Wenyuan regretted, but there was not much hatred in his eyes, as if what his teacher said was just that the bean curd was a little salty this morning.

Huang Xingyun asked with great interest, "Aren't you going to take home the original work of your grandfather?"

"Forget it, it's just a painting."

Glancing at his lover's indifferent eyes, Huang Xingyun smiled, then turned to look at the auctioneer.

In the end, this "Picture of Guanju" was bought by Kong Xin for 18 yuan. After returning from the auction house to the shop on Antique Street, Kang Tianzhen was lying on the counter, viciously picking at the mandarin duck in his hand to warm his hands, smashing He read, "Uncle, what did you do? He dared to snatch a woman from me, hehe, I don't know if I, Kang Tianzhen, become so cruel that I would be scared. If I got so anxious, I would drag ten bodyguards and explode his asshole!"

"Return ten bodyguards... If I can find ten bodyguards, I will be the first to blow you up, you little prodigal son." Kong Xin was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper. Put things down, and the 400-year-old agarwood will be picked up like shit by you."

"What? 400 years?" Kang Tianzhen exclaimed, holding up the mandarin duck warming hands to look at the sun, "Isn't this thing from the Republic of China?"

"Can it be so black and bright in the Republic of China?" Kong Xin walked over and took the warm hand from him, rubbed it gently on the palm, then lowered his head and sniffed, "Smell this smell... a royal treasure in the mid-Ming Dynasty, Emperor Wanli It is a pair of two, and the other one is hidden in the collection room of our hometown."

"I'll go! It doesn't take much effort to get here. When I saw the mandarin duck shape, I knew it must be a pair. I was still wondering where to find the other one. I didn't expect it to be hidden in our own house," Kang Tianzhen excitedly kissed the warm hand twice, closed his eyes and said, "Hey, I can just give one to Bi Ying, which symbolizes that our husband and wife sing together, stay together and fly together."

Kong Xin glanced at him disdainfully, "You are beautiful, give up on Bi Ying as soon as possible, that girl has a high spirit, and people look down on you."

Kang Tianzhen was immersed in the longing for a better life and couldn't extricate herself, "What do you know, Bi Ying is just arrogant, but in fact she loves me very much in her heart, this is the way we young people love each other, you old people don't understand .”

"..." With a mouthful of old blood choking on his throat, Kong Xin slapped Kang Tianzhen's head and knocked on the counter, "You are an old man, no matter how old or young, do you believe that my family can take care of you?"

"Take it easy!" Kang Tianzhen howled like a pig, "Take it easy! Ah, it hurts, I was wrong, I was wrong uncle, you are not old at all, you are still a fresh meat at 48 years old, It's so fresh, it's so fresh that it's too fresh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The father and son were making a fuss, when a handsome figure stepped into the door, the clerk immediately greeted him, "Hey, Xiao Song, how come you have time to walk around?"

"I have a private matter and I want to trouble Boss Kong." A gentle voice sounded.

Under the pressure of Kong Xin, Kang Tianzhen struggled to raise his head, just bumped into Song Wenyuan's warm smiling eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and a strange thought came to his mind—fortunately, I, Young Master Kang, is a pure man. Girl, if he smiled against the light so casually, her integrity would be lost immediately.

Kong Xin let go of his hand, as if nothing had happened, with an amiable smile, "What can you do with me?"

"That's it," Song Wenyuan was a little apprehensive, "May I take another look at the "Picture of Guan Ju" taken by Boss Kong this morning?"

Kang Tianzhen quickly got up, rushed forward, and shouted, "Why?"

Song Wenyuan apologized, "If Boss Kong feels abrupt, I won't be dissatisfied, after all, this is an unkind request."

"You are worrying too much," Kong Xin ordered, "Naive, go and take out the "Picture of Guan Ju."

Kang Tianzhen stared, "Hey..."

"To shut up."

"I just groaned, and told people to shut up before I even planned to talk, it's really undemocratic," Kang Tianzhen snorted, went to find the scroll on the easel, and took it.

The clerk tidied up a large painting table, and Kong Xin unfolded the hanging scroll on the painting table, and the mellow ink fragrance overflowed.

"This ink is... purple jade light," Song Wenyuan took a deep breath and exhaled long, "It is said that my great-grandfather loves Sugong ink, and now it seems that it is true."

Kang Tianzhen asked curiously, "What does it have to do with your great-grandfather?"

"The author of this painting, Song Shiqi, is Wenyuan's great-grandfather," Kong Xin explained, "The old man loved collecting all his life. It is said that there are thousands of ingots hidden in the ancient ink. Occasionally, he broke the ancient ink to paint, and he would produce fine works. At that time But it’s hard to buy.”

"It's all the glory of the past," Song Wenyuan looked at the picture calmly, even though his expression was well controlled, his eyes still couldn't hide the painful obsession.

Kang Tianzhen squatted beside him and looked at him, gloating, "Do you feel that you are not reconciled that our old man's calligraphy was photographed by us, so why don't you take it at the auction? This painting is very good, 18 yuan It's not too expensive... Hey uncle, why did you hit me again?"

Kong Xin kicked Kang Tianzhen aside, and said to Song Wenyuan, "I will only enjoy this painting for one year."

"what?"

"I enjoy this painting for a year. After one year, I will sell it, transfer it to a friend, or send it to the auction table again."

Song Wenyuan raised his head abruptly, a trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes.

Kong Xin turned a blind eye and continued, "But within a year, I won't let anyone buy it."

Song Wenyuan let out a sigh of relief, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart, "I understand what you mean, we will last for one year, Boss Kong, thank you very much, thank you very much, I never thought that you would Identity, to think highly of me so much."

Kong Xin said with a smile, "You are a promising child, you will achieve a great career when you come out of the small window."

"I do plan to open my own shop in the future," Song Wenyuan said, "It's just that there are still too many things I don't understand about antiques, and I need to continue learning."

"You can ask me if you have any questions," Kong Xin said, "I can give you what Huang Xingyun can give you, and I can give you what he is not willing to give you."

These words were clearly undercutting, Song Wenyuan lowered his eyes, "Thank you Boss Kong for your kindness, but Mr. Huang is my mentor, without him, there would be no Song Wenyuan today."

"Hahaha," Kong Xin laughed heartily, and patted him on the shoulder, "Where are you thinking, who told you to betray Huang Xingyun? Don't be so sensitive, young people have a brighter heart."

Kang Tianzhen interrupted, "But you really seem to want to incite him to betray..."

Kong Xin covered his mouth with such strength that Kang Tianzhen's eyeballs almost fell out.

"I understand what you mean," Song Wenyuan said softly, "I'm... sorry."

Watching the figure walk out of the Gujin Pavilion, Kang Tianzhen sucked his teeth viciously, "It's all for nothing to fetch water from the bamboo basket. He has a deep relationship between a teacher and a student, so he doesn't like you at all."

The old god Kong Xin was drinking tea on the ground, "Hmph, I just thought that he would not succeed in Huang Xingyun's hands for a lifetime, so I planned to reach out to carry him, don't forget it."

"Hey uncle," Kang Tianzhen rubbed against him, "Is that teacher of his a villain?"

Kong Xin pointed to his nose, "Do you think I'm a villain?"

"Yes."

"You have maggots in your brain!" Kong Xin kicked him away, "I'm your uncle, you say I'm a villain? I don't want to mess with you? Do you believe that I serve in my family?"

Kang Tianzhen ran away with his head in his arms, "Damn...do you dare to say that you are not a villain? Fuck you are my uncle..."

"Who is your uncle? Your surname is Kang and my surname is Kong. We are not a family at all!"

"People follow their mother's surname."

Kong Xin had finished fighting, half lying on his imperial concubine's couch, sucking a small purple sand teapot, and said leisurely, "There is no good or bad in business, there are only benefits. Song Wenyuan is very talented, and that old guy Huang Xingyun has never tolerated anyone." I would never hope that a genius would pop up in my store, but this kid is not an ordinary person. His ancestors were once a real family of collectors in Nanjing. He is talking about the Huai Xin Building of the Song family, he is bleeding from the blood of antiques in his bones, so how could he be willing to be an apprentice in Xiaoxuan's window?"

"Tsk tsk, it's true that your heart is higher than the sky and your life is thinner than paper." Kang Tianzhen took out a small mirror to look at his crippled beauty, and a bad idea came out of his eyes, "He wants to buy back Grandpa's calligraphy. Qian, uncle, let's sell the painting now? I can't wait to see him crying bitterly!"

"You're so cowardly now, no wonder Jiang Biying loves to ignore you, you deserve it," Kong Xin glanced at him in disgust, and then at the Xiaoxuan window diagonally opposite the door, "They're all children of average size. , why is there such a big gap..."

"Is a young talent like me comparable to him?" Kang Tianzhen raised his head arrogantly, "Your eyes are not very good, don't you?"

"..." Kong Xin took a deep breath.

Immediately, Kang Tianzhen slapped her on the mouth, and cursed, "I'll kill this blunt mouth! It's okay to talk nonsense, I don't know if there are people who are old and don't like to be called the youngest, what are you looking for?"

"I think you're just looking for smoke." Kong Xin kicked him out of the store, "Go back to your ancestors and show off your cuteness. Don't let me see you again. Once I see you, I will lose ten years of life!"

"I'm still so impulsive at a young age. It's probably because of desire and dissatisfaction." Kang Tianzhen got up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and walked out, "Go home and go home. The old ancestors love her so innocently. Warmers make a pair..."

Passing by the shop door of Xiaoxuan window, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, pretending to be passing by, glanced in from the corner of the eye, and saw Song Wenyuan tidying up the Duobao Pavilion, as if some long-cherished wish in his heart had been fulfilled General, satisfied to look away, humming noblely and coldly, "If you dare to grab a woman from me, you will be happy sooner or later!"