cute naive

The two returned to the hotel, just in time to see a familiar stretched Lincoln slowly parked in front of the hotel, a bodyguard in a black suit and sunglasses trotted over and opened the door, Wang Sanxiao got out of the car biting a cigar.

He did not inherit the domineering figure of his adoptive father, Wang Baxian, who swept thousands of troops. Instead, he is very tall and handsome, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes that love to laugh. The romantic style makes the rich and noble ladies who love to collect can't help but love it, and hate it so much that their teeth itch.

But at this moment, the hostility on his face made Kang Tianzhen a little terrified, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Sanxiao turned around and saw the two people approaching with arms crossed, the hostility on their faces faded slightly, "It's not about the "Book of Changes". Uncle went to the villa in Zhong'an Changdao to trade in person, and he was paralyzed. To be caught first!"

Kang Tian's heart tightened, "Bought away?"

Song Wenyuan patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Go, go into the room and talk."

Three people walked into the room, Zhao Liang was looking at the mirror and feeling sorry for himself, seeing them coming in, he complained to himself, "Men, I can't indulge in sex when I'm old, it makes my dark circles come out."

"You're lying," Song Wenyuan responded perfunctorily, and smiled at Wang San, "What's going on specifically?"

Wang Sanxiao took down the unlit cigar, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and gritted his teeth, "I went there early this morning, and the antique dealer told me that the transaction has been completed. quick."

"Can you find out who it is?" Song Wenyuan said, "We can see if he is willing to transfer."

"The buyer is very low-key, and deliberately managed not to reveal his identity."

Kang Tianzhen sat cross-legged on the bed, looked up at him, and said mockingly, "No matter how well organized you are, can you hide Wang Sanxiao from you? Don't tell me that's all you have."

Wang Sanxiao glanced at him lightly when he heard the words, leaned over and flicked his fingers, "That antique dealer's mouth is very strict, but no matter how strict it is, it can't be stricter than the red ticket," he pulled out from his chest. A red ticket, kissed it full of love, then carefully put it back, patted his chest, and said sincerely, "The red ticket is for me to fight."

"Don't be so long-winded." Kang Tian was really annoyed, "How much did you pay? Did the manager say it?"

"No matter how much it costs, I've done it anyway." Wang Sanxiao sat beside him, stretched out his long arms, hugged him into his arms, and teased his chin with his fingers, "Guess who this low-key local tyrant is?" bit?"

Kang Tianzhen rolled his eyes and looked at him, "I don't know much about bibliophiles, how can I know? Song Wenyuan, can you guess who it is?"

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "There are so many bibliophiles in China, and they all flock to Song edition books. How do you guess?"

Wang San laughed coldly, "The antique dealer told me that the buyer is a collector named Hong Yang. Although I am ignorant, my mind is not too bad. This Hong Yang is not just Ken Bud who is with me all day. secretary?"

"Oh?" Song Wenyuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Do you think Hong Yang is just a buyer on the surface, and the local tycoon who really paid is Ken Bud?"

Zhao Liang looked at him sharply, "You have a good relationship with Hong Yang?"

As soon as these words came out, Kang Tianzhen and Wang Sanxiao's gazes were all focused, Song Wenyuan raised his eyes to look at Zhao Liang, and said indifferently, "Why, he is Kembard's secretary, and he probably won't be very friendly to me. .”

Wang San smiled thoughtfully and nodded, "Yes, although Hong Yang has not been with Kembard for a long time, he is very respected. This kid graduated from a prestigious university. He is bold and careful, but also quite ruthless. Germany bought a lot of rare antiques."

Kang Tianzhen said indignantly, "This old bastard, Ji Bu De, will definitely smuggle the "Book of Changes" out of the country. My uncle said that his idiot manor in England is full of Chinese antiques, stuffed to the brim like the Forbidden City."

"I need someone to keep an eye on him," Song Wenyuan said with a smile to Wang San, ""The Original Meaning of Zhouyi" is the work of Zhu Xi, a master of Neo-Confucianism. It was originally collected by the royal family of the Southern Song Dynasty. Ku is a great loss to the domestic collection community."

Wang Sanxiao smiled calmly, "It's not that easy. The state has clearly stipulated that life pits are not allowed to be auctioned. "The Original Meaning of the Book of Changes" has been buried in Tao Zhongwen's tomb for hundreds of years, and it has never been recorded in the classics after the Ming Dynasty. , Kembard wants to create a legal identity for it, and it is not an easy task."

Now that the ancient books had been bought, it was useless for everyone to stay in Chongqing, so they parted ways, and Song Wenyuan returned to Nanjing with the ancient paintings he had received from the old man.

There was only one clerk in Xiaoxuan's window. Song Wenyuan walked into the store, and Huang Xingyun was not seen on the left or right, and asked, "Where is the teacher?"

"The boss went to have afternoon tea at the invitation of Mr. Kembard," the clerk said with a smile, "Xiao Song, you have been on vacation for a long time. Without you sitting in the shop, the business would be much less."

Song Wenyuan smiled. The antique shop has not opened for three years, and it has been open for three years. It is said that there is usually no business in the antique shop. Once it is successfully traded, it is often hundreds of millions. I am afraid that Huang Xingyun will Don't care at all.

He worked in the store all afternoon, carefully wiped the antiques on Bobao Pavilion, and saw that there was no business, so he returned home early, took out the ancient painting, wrapped it carefully, and took it to the stewed building .

Stepping into the antique door, a waiter greeted him, "Xiao Song, what do you want to eat?"

"Is the tenth prince here?"

"You don't ask about the girl with Hui Zhilan's heart, but you ask me, old man, Xiao Song, you are very puzzled," an old voice sounded.

Song Wenyuan turned his head and saw the tenth prince walking down the stairs with the support of two young girls, he said with a helpless smile, "Old ancestor, please don't make fun of the younger generation."

"Just kidding?" The tenth prince patted the girl on his left hand, "Bi Ying, look at this kid, isn't that just duplicity?"

Jiang Biying pouted and snorted, and said coquettishly, "I don't like him a long time ago, hmph, I hinted like that last time, and he refused to accept the trick. I am a dignified young lady, so don't go after men. "

Knowing that she was talking about Jiang Biying's auction of one of her own songs at the charity auction hosted by Jiahua Auction House, Song Wenyuan didn't participate in the auction but ran away after Kang Tianzhen. Get a better man."

Jiang Biying raised her eyebrows, "A better man, do you think Kang Tianzhen?"

Song Wenyuan immediately shut his mouth with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye, thinking that if one day he let her know his unworthy thoughts about Kang Tianzhen, the friendship for many years might come to an end.

Jiang Biying saw that he was silent and not aggressive, so she coquettishly smiled at the tenth prince, "Wen Yuan must have something important to see you, Lan Zhi and I will not bother you."

As he spoke, he pulled another girl into the private room.

Song Wenyuan turned his head to meet the dissatisfied eyes of the ten princes, and sighed helplessly, "Emotional matters, I can't do it, I'm coming here now, because I have a picture that I'm not sure about, and I want to ask the ancestor to hold his eyes."

The tenth prince brought him into his office, and his eyes fell on the painting scroll in his hand, "You have always had a good eye, but there are still paintings that make you unsure, so I must take a look."

Song Wenyuan tidied up a large painting table in the office, took out the ancient painting, and unfolded it carefully, "This painting was obtained by me and Tianzhen in Chongqing by chance. Collection stamp."

The tenth prince ordered the curtains to be closed, carefully put on his reading glasses, pulled over a folding lamp with soft light beside the painting table, and leaned over to study the ancient painting carefully.

The old man was nearly a hundred years old, and after looking at it for a while, he felt a little out of breath. He took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Song Wenyuan, "Xiao Song, have you shown this painting to your teacher?"

"I just came back from Chongqing this morning, and when I arrived at the store in the afternoon, the teacher has already gone to Kembard's invitation." Song Wenyuan helped the old man to sit in a huanghuali armchair, "Take a rest, don't be in a hurry Just read it."

"I'm getting old," said the tenth prince, taking a sip of tea and sighing, "When we were young, we could watch for three days and three nights without straining."

Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "That's much stronger than what we are now."

"We're lucky," the tenth grandpa said with a smile, narrowing his eyes slightly, with memories on his old face, "I, Kong Changweng, your great-grandfather, Meng Xiaoqi...we went to the museum to count for the country The antiques left after the war are real national treasures, you can’t touch them now..."

"However, our love for antiques has not changed," Song Wenyuan said. "We have grown up among antiques and fakes since we were young, and we have received the influence of master appraisers. When we grow up, we naturally keep the collection, protection, and inheritance of antiques firmly in our hearts." .”

"That's right." The tenth prince looked at him appreciatively, "You are much more sensible than that bastard teacher of yours."

When it came to the tutor, Song Wenyuan didn't say anything more, and stood beside him with a low eyebrow, but the ten princes seemed dissatisfied with his silence, and then said rather angrily, "I heard some rumors that Huang Xingyun and Kenbad went very well. Recently, you usually have to persuade him more."

Song Wenyuan nodded, "Yes."

The tenth prince rested for a while, and continued to study the ancient paintings for ten minutes. When he put down the magnifying glass, his old and chaotic eyes were already full of excitement, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Song Wenyuan took a step forward and supported his crumbling body, "Do you think it's genuine?"

"It's not only the real one," the tenth prince exclaimed, "it's also the real one that shocks the world, Huang Gongwang, Tang Zihua, Ke Jiusi...the whole painting is wonderful, Wen Yuan, even if this painting was placed in the arms of 80 years ago Xinlou can still be regarded as the treasure of town buildings!"

Song Wenyuan frowned tightly, his heart was throbbing so hard that he almost trembled all over, but he tried his best to restrain himself, and said in a low voice, "Tenth Prince, if you want to sell this painting, what price do you think is suitable?"

"priceless!"

Song Wenyuan couldn't help laughing, laughing to himself that he was being stupid. The ten princes had been immersed in the vast world of antiques all their lives, so how could they care about the prices of the collections?

The old man was really excited. Regardless of his old body, he admired it under the lamp over and over again. It was not until it was getting late that he reluctantly returned it to Song Wenyuan. Watching Song Wenyuan walk out of the office, he couldn't help but pull Song Wenyuan with emotion. a long time.

Coming out of the Stewed Cuisine Building, Song Wenyuan took a deep breath. Although this ancient painting is very valuable for collection, considering his current financial situation... it is better to sell it.

He went down the stairs, and a figure rushed towards him in a hurry. When he passed by, he braked suddenly, and then he laughed loudly in a clear voice, "Song Wenyuan?"

Song Wenyuan raised his head, facing Shangkang Tianzhen's smiling eyes as bright as the stars, his mood suddenly brightened, "What a coincidence, are you here for dinner?"

Kang Tianzhen was overjoyed and shouted proudly, "Goddess Biying invited me to dinner!!!"

"..." Song Wenyuan's good mood fell to the bottom in an instant.