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Wang Sanxiao didn't know what he was busy with, so he invited the two of them to have a lunch and then left. When they returned to the hotel, Kang Tianzhen sat on the bed and flipped through the collection of Kong's family with his iPad, "Uncle is such a thief, this catalog is not at all It's not complete, he and my great-grandfather didn't put their heart and soul into it." "This is better," Song Wenyuan said, "otherwise I really don't know how to face them."

The two were chatting when there was a knock on the door. Song Wenyuan opened the door and saw two men surrounded by black-clothed bodyguards outside. He was taken aback, "Mr. Wei?"

Wei Cong entered the door, looked around the apartment, his face was expressionless, and he turned around and asked, "Where is Wang Sanxiao?" "Xiaoxiao left beforehand," Kang Tianzhen replied blankly, "Are you looking for him?" No," Wei Cong's eyes fell on Kang Tianzhen, he looked up and down unkindly for a few seconds, and said calmly, "My father is waiting for you." "It's our fault for keeping Wei Lao waiting for so long," Song Wenyuan subconsciously said Kang Tianzhen stood behind him and followed Wei Cong into the Bentley he brought.

This was the second time they met, Kang Tianzhen could clearly feel that the domineering president was not as friendly to him as last time, and looked at Song Wenyuan with his mouth flattened, his eyes full of pity.

Song Wenyuan laughed and rubbed his hair, "Don't worry."

Seeing their little movements in the rearview mirror, Wei Cong said suddenly, "You guys are in a good relationship?" "No," Kang Tianzhen retorted and corrected him earnestly, "Our relationship is gray~~often~~good!"

Wei Cong's face darkened instantly.

Kang Tianzhen shrank his neck and asked in a low voice, "Song Wenyuan, did I say something wrong?"

Song Wenyuan said, "No."

Kang Tianzhen poked Wei Cong from behind with his fingers, "But his face turned black."

Song Wenyuan talked nonsense calmly, "Maybe it's because of other things." "That's right," Kang Tianzhen nodded reassuringly, and said, "The weather in Beijing is too dry. It's easy to look dull, hey, Song Wenyuan, do you think he will beat me if I recommend a moisturizing mask to him?"

Song Wenyuan couldn't help laughing.

Wei Cong: "..."

Arriving at the familiar suburban villa, Wei Laoduan was sitting in the living room. Seeing Wei Cong approaching with the two of them, he raised his hand, pointed to the sofas on both sides, and said calmly, "You two friends, we meet again." "Yes." Ah, yes," Kang Tianzhen rushed up enthusiastically, took his hand, shook it vigorously, with deep emotion, "I didn't expect to meet for the second time so soon, thinking about the purpose of the two visits, it is really not as good as one visit Once."

Old Wei was expressionless.

Song Wenyuan smiled and pulled Kang Tianzhen behind him, and smiled calmly at Mr. Wei, "Tianzhen's heart is clear and open, I hope Mr. Wei will not be offended." "It's nothing."

The nanny brought tea, Kang Tianzhen stared at this strange woman for a long time, held up the teacup to cover her face, tilted her head in Song Wenyuan's direction, and lowered her voice, "It's been replaced...Is your mother not here?" "It's not important , "Song Wenyuan said with a cold voice, looking at Wei Lao, and said politely, "You must have heard about our purpose."

Old Wei nodded, "Wei Cong has already told me that the authentic work of "Moonlight on the Spring River" is indeed with me." "I don't know if this junior has the luck to open his eyes," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "To tell you the truth, although I I am convinced that the painting I received is a counterfeit, but I don’t know how to identify it.”

Any collector is proud to mention his own collection, and Wei Lao's status is no exception. He immediately greeted Wei Cong, "Go and get my "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night"."

Speaking of leading the two into the study room, Wei Cong had already placed the painting on the painting table. Elder Wei unfolded the scroll, and the tranquility and farness of the Spring River tide gradually appeared from the scroll. Kang Tianzhen and Song Wenyuan leaned over and carefully appreciated it for a long time. .

Wei Laodao, "Jing Hao's style absorbs the style of northern landscape painting, with water halos and ink stamps, unfathomable. This is something that many fakes on the market cannot imitate. Without decades of foundation and life experience, it is impossible to imitate his profundity. Loop."

"That's right," Song Wenyuan echoed, after thinking for a while, he took out the picture scroll he brought with him and unfolded it on the other side of the picture case, "This is a copy I received. Old time."

"This..." Mr. Wei took the magnifying glass and inspected it inch by inch. Ten minutes later, he straightened up with a serious face, looked deeply at Song Wenyuan for a moment, and sighed, "The fake is confusing the real."

Kang Tianzhen gestured back and forth between the two paintings, "You can only see the difference when you put the two paintings together. Looking at this one alone, we really can't blame us for making eyeballs."

Having truly seen the horror of imitations, Wei Lao's attitude was much more relaxed than before. He looked at Song Wenyuan, "Where did you buy the fake painting? Can you find out who the counterfeiter is? Can it be imitated to this extent?" The painters are a catastrophe to the entire market."

Song Wenyuan said, "I bought this painting in Ningbo. As for the identity of the other party, it happened so suddenly that we haven't had time to investigate."

"Wei Cong," Old Wei explained, "Go and check."

Mr. Wei responded, "I see."

After appreciating, the two parties packed up the real and fake ancient paintings. Elder Wei invited the two of them to drink tea in the living room. After they were seated, Song Wenyuan sent the invitation for the opening of Huaixin Building to Elder Wei. Come guide."

Old Wei accepted the invitation in a normal way, but politely declined, "Although Nanjing is good, it is too far away from Beijing. I am too old to bear the fatigue of traveling, so I wish you a prosperous business here."

As expected, Song Wenyuan didn't feel disappointed at all, and said with a gentle smile, "Actually, Tianzhen and I came all the way here because of an unfeeling invitation."

Old Wei looked as usual, sipping tea noncommittally.

Song Wenyuan continued, "The painting "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is of great significance to us. Although no one in the antique shop does not drill holes, it is right to admit mistakes after drilling holes. The influence of Huaixinlou is too bad, we weighed it for a long time, we decided to go north to try our luck, hope that Wei Lao can give up his love, and try our best to save Huaixinlou from the raging tide of life or death."

Kang Tianzhen stared at Song Wenyuan with wide eyes, pink bubbles bursting from his heart: Fuck, he calmly said such a difficult request, my man is so handsome!Amazing!So bold!

He turned his head to look at the old man above him, his eyes full of anticipation.

Elder Wei was drinking tea and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, when a cup of tea was exhausted, Mr. Wei cleared his throat, "I heard Wei Cong mentioned you two friends, and he praised you very much." His eyes passed Kang Tianzhen, "The century-old Confucius family ?” Looking at Song Wenyuan, “The First Library in the South of the Yangtze River?” He smiled softly, “What are you trying to earn such a reputation for?”

"For both fame and profit," Song Wenyuan said frankly, "I am a layman, poor, so I chase money, and I am a descendant of the Song family. I grew up listening to the stories of the Song family, so I hope to be able to recover." The lintel, revitalize the reputation of Huaixin Building."

Elder Wei laughed, "You are really honest."

Song Wenyuan smiled, "Because I know I can't hide anything from you, so instead of pretending to be noble and then being slapped in the face, it's better for me to admit it first."

"Chasing fame and fortune is not a shameful thing," Wei Lao said, "Not everyone has the consciousness to be indifferent to fame and fortune."

"That's the reason," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "so I hope to keep both the fame and the profit, but if it doesn't work, I would like to relict my name."

Old Wei nodded, "Reputation is the foundation of a businessman's life."

Kang Tianzhen couldn't wait for them to argue, and asked eagerly, "Grandpa Wei, are you willing to sell "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" to us? We can pay any amount."

Elder Wei looked at him, "One billion, how about it?"

"Damn it!!!" Kang Tianzhen was in a bad mood, "You're taking advantage of the fire, right?"

"Naive, don't get excited," Song Wenyuan said to Mr. Wei sternly, "Our situation has been fully explained, and I hope Mr. Wei can lend a helping hand."

After finishing his tea, Mr. Wei played with the cup in his hand, and said calmly, "Your experience is indeed worthy of pity, but...it has nothing to do with me. I am not short of money, and I never sell any collections. Please come back, both of you." .”