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Elder Wei said disapprovingly, "You young people always like to do some outrageous things to flaunt fashion. I'm an old guy, so I can't understand."

Kang Tianzhen looked at him and said sternly, "We're not flaunting fashion, Song Wenyuan and I are sincere."

"That's your business," Wei Lao waved his hand without further judgment.

Several people drank a cup of tea quietly and went to the study to look at the painting. Song Wenyuan unfolded the ancient painting. The old man only took a look, and his cloudy eyes lit up, "Good! Great painting!"

He eagerly looked up and down, then took the magnifying glass and studied it carefully.

Song Wenyuan stood by his side, and the two communicated in low voices. Kang Tianzhen turned his head and looked at Wei's study room. There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, none of which were signed. He walked over and studied it carefully. Own calligraphy.

Zhao Liang tugged at his arm and whispered, "Don't wander around."

"I'll just take a look." Kang Tianzhen glanced at the two people over there who were still studying ancient paintings, and suddenly felt very depressed. This old Wei is very artistic and has a high level of aesthetics, but he has a kind of arrogance that I am the best in the world. , which made him very disliked.

In particular, in this study room full of antiques, there are five pieces of porcelain: Ge kiln pierced ear vase, Ding kiln doll porcelain pillow, Yuan blue and white plate, glazed red plum vase, Kangxi multicolored general jar, all of which are indistinguishable. A lot of high-quality goods, but there is not a single replica mixed in such an exquisite collection!

This made him feel very slighted: this old Wei has such good eyesight that he has never been fooled by Kang Fang.

He asked Zhao Liang in a low voice, "How rich is his family?"

Zhao Liang glanced at him, "Are you hyperactive? Don't wander around. If you have a problem, go out and talk about it."

Kang Tianzhen wrinkled his nose and closed his mouth depressedly.

After appreciating for more than 40 minutes, Wei Laocai moved his eyes away from the ancient painting and looked at Song Wenyuan, "Xiao Song, your painting is really a national treasure."

"It can be seen that this painting is really good to be praised by Mr. Wei," Song Wenyuan said gently. "It seems that Mr. Wei likes Huang Gongwang very much."

"That's right," Mr. Wei took out a pair of mirrors, "Huang Gongwang's brushwork is sophisticated, majestic and boundless. It has been counted for 300 years, and no one can match it. I have copied his paintings for ten years, and they are still far behind. .”

"Old Wei is modest," Song Wenyuan admired for a few minutes, and praised, "The brushwork is light and deep, not too much, not too much, which is the essence of Huang Gongwang's "Light crimson landscape"."

Kang Tianzhen took a look at the copied painting upon hearing this, "The painting is quite good, but the charm is too vulgar... Alas!"

Zhao Liang stepped on his foot, rolled it twice like a punishment, and then let go.

Kang Tianzhen looked at Song Wenyuan with tears in his eyes, his mouth was flattened, and his watery eyes were full of grievances.

Song Wenyuan had a headache.

Mr. Wei was very fond of paintings, and immediately decided to keep them. He admired Song Wenyuan very much, praised him for his seriousness, sent them out of the villa before leaving, and invited him to come and play often.

The three returned to the car, and Kang Tianzhen said sullenly, "I don't like this old Wei." "Why do you like him? Do you want to be his seventh wife?" Zhao Liang said angrily, "You just need to like him The money in his pocket is fine, Xiao Wang, I brought you here to make money, not to let you be friends with him, idiot!"

Kang Tianzhen gasped, "Song Wenyuan, your ex-boyfriend scolded me!" "I'm still beating you!" Zhao Liang shot him a glance and started the car.

Kang Tianzhen looked at Song Wenyuan, but found that he was staring out of the window in a daze. Following his line of sight, he could see Wei Lao's villa. The breeze lifted the window screens of the French windows, revealing the beautiful lotus petals on the red sandalwood desk. "What's wrong with you?" "It's okay," Song Wenyuan put his arms around his shoulders, pulled him into his arms, kissed his hair lightly, and closed his eyes wearily.

Kang Tianzhen felt his depression, didn't say much, and nestled in his arms obediently, looked up at the rearview mirror, met Zhao Liang's gaze, Zhao Liang sneered, and looked away.

The car drove into the downtown area, and the dry and turbulent urban atmosphere rushed over. The two followed Zhao Liang into an office building, and when they got out of the elevator, people from the secretariat greeted them, "Mr. Zhao, hello." "You Well, tsk, Xiao Wang, I haven’t seen you for a few days, and you’re pretty again!” Zhao Liang joked with the secretary with a smile, “Did you lose weight? This waist is probably only 2 feet!” “One foot nine!” The secretary blinked triumphantly, It's as if he is a male best friend. "Look at you, little waist!" Zhao Liang pouted at the office, "Is Mr. Wei there? I finished the ancient painting I mentioned last time, and the old man is very satisfied. No, bring the owner over here." Talk to Mr. Wei." "Yes, but you have to wait for a while," the secretary winked, "That one is inside."

Zhao Liang understood, and she showed a tacit smile with her, and said to Song Wenyuan, "We came by accident, it seems that Mr. Wei has a distinguished guest." "It's okay," Song Wenyuan said lightly.

Kang Tian looked at the company curiously, "Is this the company of Wei's old son? Is it an investment business? I thought his sons were all in the military."

At this time, he had already left Old Wei's villa, and Zhao Liang wentssip boldly, "Old Wei has married six wives, and has several confidante, and he has seven sons and many daughters. The sons at the top of the ranking have already embraced grandchildren, there are still unmarried here, and there are indeed some in the military and government, but only a few, most of them are still in business, Hong Kong, and even the United States." "This Wei is always older ?”

Zhao Liang squeezed his little finger, "Old man, I guess there will be a bloody fight in the future when we divide the family property."

Everyone was gossiping, when suddenly the office door slammed, and a man slammed the door out, striding out without looking sideways, with a hostile look on his face.

Kang Tianzhen gasped and rushed out, "Smile?"

Wang San smiled and turned around, his stern facial features instantly brightened, and he smiled openly, "Oh, nephew, come, show uncle, how are you doing recently? How are you eating? How are you sleeping? Are you in a good mood, yes? It's not that you didn't take your medicine on time, why did you come to this stupid place to play?"

The secretaries working in this stupid place covered their faces in unison.

Kang Tian looked at him sincerely, and asked in a straight voice, "Xiaoxiao, are you out of your mind?" Looking at Song Wenyuan and Zhao Liang, he understood, "Is that ancient painting given to Mr. Wei?"

Song Wenyuan nodded, "It has been sent, and Mr. Wei is very satisfied." "It must be more than two hundred million?"

Song Wenyuan said kindly, "Wei Laode is highly respected, and I don't care about the price." I absolutely dare not recognize the number one."

Song Wenyuan continued to nonsense gently, "everything comes from the bottom of my heart." "Fuck off, you'll be a good boy if you get cheap." Wang Sanxiao teased Kang Tianzhen's soft chin twice, "When you have money, give my little idiot something to eat Okay, it seems that I have been quite tired in the past few days, and the baby fat is almost gone." "I don't feel tired," Kang Tianzhen said with spring in his eyes, "I feel very happy."

Seeing his happy face, Wang Sanxiao suddenly realized that the relationship between the two had developed extraordinary, and looked at Song Wenyuan calmly, with no expression on his face, but meaningful eyes.

Song Wenyuan smiled warmly and didn't say much.

The secretary came over, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Wei asked you to bring these two friends in."

In the end, this national treasure-level ink painting co-created by painters of the Yuan Dynasty was sold for 2.8 million yuan. Song Wenyuan looked at the several extra figures in the account and clenched his fists tightly. He had never seen so much money in his life. , the tax paid alone was an astronomical figure for my previous self. "Congratulations," Zhao Liang patted him on the shoulder, "You have become a billionaire."

Song Wenyuan said indifferently, "Tongxi." "Hahaha," Zhao Liang tried hard, but couldn't restrain himself, and laughed with his arms crossed, "The commission of this transaction is really cute, hahaha!"

Kang Tianzhen looked at Zhao Liang's excitement and Song Wenyuan's composure, curled his lips, and despised an ex-boyfriend who had never seen the world. He looked at Song Wenyuan, but found that his composure was not pretended, he was really depressed .

Back in the hotel room, Kang Tianzhen wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him earnestly. After a while, he said softly, "Song Wenyuan, are you unhappy?" "Happy," Song Wenyuan laughed and pecked at his lips Nose tip, "Innocent, I'm rich now, what gift do you want?"

Kang Tianzhen thought about it, "I don't want anything, I just want you to be with me all the time."

Song Wenyuan paused and kissed him, "Of course."

In the evening, Song Wenyuan stayed in the room, Kang Tianzhen and Wang Sanxiao went out to drink, the two of them hooked up and walked into the bar, Kang Tianzhen drank rainbow wine, and said sullenly, "Song Wenyuan is not happy." "Wang Sanxiao was teasing the bartender shamelessly, and said very heartlessly after hearing this, "What does it have to do with you? You just need to drag him to bed when you come to sex Kick it away when you're done using it." "..." Kang Tianzhen was shocked and stammered, "What, what sex..."

Wang Sanxiao drank a glass of strong wine, pushed the glass back in front of the bartender, raised Kang Tianzhen's chin with his fingers, and looked around, "Still so innocent? Did I guess wrong?"

Kang Tianzhen crossed his legs with a face of chastity, and said very shyly, "I'm still a child."

Wang San smiled: "...Get lost."

"Smile, there is something wrong with your view of love," Kang Tianzhen said, "although sex is very important to be with the person you like, but what he attracts me is something more important than sex. It can be kicked away."

Wang Sanxiao drank a few glasses of spirits, his cheeks turned red, and his eyes sparkled. He looked at Kang Tianzhen in a daze, and reached out to touch his face, "It seems that you really like him from the bottom of your heart. .”

Kang Tianzhen took it for granted, "Because Song Wenyuan is a person worthy of liking, he is very handsome, I like him, and I don't want to see him unhappy."

"Why is he unhappy?"

"I don't know." Kang Tianzhen lay down listlessly on the bar counter, recalling what happened that day, "Since he sent the ancient paintings to Wei's house, he has been in a bad mood. I guess he is not willing to give it up. Well, he...has always liked that painting, alas, if only I had bought the painting from the beginning, so as not to sell it to others."

Wang San smiled and looked at him appreciatively, "Buy the painting from him and give it to him. Are you two free to pay taxes and play?"

"..." Kang Tian was really depressed, "It's better than being in someone else's hands. I don't like that old Wei. He is not as old as the tenth prince, but he has a lot more temper."

"That old man..." Wang San laughed and sneered, "Once the painting is in his hands, there is basically no possibility of seeing the light of day again. The Wei family is not short of money and is not afraid of power. Unless the old man has enough fun, ordinary people can't get it out. of."

Kang Tianzhen patted the table angrily, "I should have bought it right from the start!"

Wang San smiled and squeezed his cheeks, and said with a smile, "But you are not an ordinary person."

"Ok?"

Wang Sanxiao cleared his throat, Qi Yu raised his neck proudly, and said solemnly, "You are the future No. [-] broker in the world, Wang Sanxiao, the innocence that Wang Daguan loves on the tip of his heart!"

Kang Tianzhen stared at Wang Sanxiao's neck in rapt attention, stretched out his hand to pick it, and said without thinking, "Xiaoxiao, you are red here."

Wang San laughed aloud, opened his hand, "Take your slut away, you dare to sexually harass me in broad daylight?"

Kang Tianzhen said, "I'll touch it to see if it's a mosquito bag."

Wang San smiled: "..."

"It's not a mosquito bag, it's a hickey!" Kang Tianzhen said happily, "Smile, you've been molested."

"Fuck you, uncle!" Wang San smiled and pushed him away, and walked out, "Your ancient painting is gone."