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On the way back to the hotel, Kang Tianzhen leaned into Song Wenyuan's arms and fell asleep. Wang Sanxiao turned his head from the front, took a look at its unsuspecting sleeping face, and asked indifferently, "Why did you and Huang Xingyun tear each other apart?"

"Back then, he calculated my family's collection from his father," Song Wenyuan said lightly, "using the loopholes in the contract, playing word games, and sending the collection to a British auction house."

Wang San smiled and glanced at him, "Really?"

Song Wenyuan laughed, "You don't believe me?"

"Maybe there is a reason for this," Wang San laughed and sneered, "but if you turn against Master just because of this, then you are not Song Wenyuan. He may have a bad character, but that is the grudge between him and your father. You have endured it for many years, and you will turn your face so unexpectedly? You have not gained any benefits from this breakup, this is not your style."

Song Wenyuan laughed silently, looked down at the sleeping face in his arms, his eyes were as gentle as water, he looked at it for a while, and said softly, "He has plans for innocence."

Wang Sanxiao's eyes suddenly became fierce, he ground his back molars hard, and cursed, "Fuck, this old bastard who can be hacked into pieces!"

After a while, he frowned and asked, "How many people know about this?"

"I, Boss Kong, Mr. Luo, there were several collectors at the birthday banquet, and now I will add you."

Wang San smiled puzzled, "The collector at the birthday banquet?"

"At the birthday banquet in June, he proposed marriage to Mr. Luo, and several people sitting in the chairman's seat witnessed it with their own eyes," Song Wenyuan said calmly, "But Mr. Luo warned them at that time, and I visited them one by one afterwards, please They keep it a secret, making sure it doesn't reach innocent ears."

"Why hide your naivety?"

"He doesn't need to know about such dirty things." Song Wenyuan looked at Kang Tianzhen with eyes full of doting, but his voice concealed indignation, "Huang Xingyun wanted to marry Tianzhen to his dead son. A man is a real man!"

Wang Sanxiao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "I dare to even think about marrying in the dark, hehe, this old bastard is really impatient."

It was already evening when we returned to downtown Jiujiang. The three of them had dinner at a small roadside restaurant, and walked back to the hotel shoulder-to-shoulder under the brilliant sunset.

In the evening, Song Wenyuan checked the ancient books against "Huaixin Louchang Wuzhi" in the room, and Kang Tianzhen wandered to the next room with nothing to do.

Wang Sanxiao should have just taken a shower, and his hair was still half dry. After opening the door for him, he sat back on the window sill and looked at his mobile phone, joking, "What are you doing here at night? I don't know if we are alone Is it easy to spread gossip?"

"It doesn't hurt to gossip with you," Kang Tianzhen approached him with a smile, "What are you reading, novels? Wow, you are reading pirated texts!"

Wang Sanxiao put down the phone and looked at him, "Where is Song Wenyuan?"

"Inventory," Kang Tianzhen nestled into the sofa, casually picked up the magazines on the floor, "He's so focused on work that he doesn't recognize his relatives."

Wang San smiled perfunctorily, "The man who works hard is the most handsome."

"My family, Song Wenyuan, is always handsome," Kang Tianzhen said with a flushed face and a shy face, "Yan Hao is the king, oh, we meet every day, why is it still a little bit springy when I think about it. "

Wang San smiled expressionlessly, "Get out!"

Chenggong disgusted the other party, Kang Tianzhen laughed, "Xiaoxiao, you are quite handsome when you are not smiling."

"...how about when you laugh?"

Kang Tianzhen paused, and seriously considered whether to express his feelings clearly, or find a few commendatory words to modify it?It would be more enjoyable to say it clearly, but considering this guy who can turn his face faster than turning a book... let's be more tactful, to what extent?This guy has the syndrome of inflated self-confidence inherited from the family. He is too euphemistic. Would he think he is praising him?

Wang San raised his eyebrows with a smile, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Why aren't you talking?"

Kang Tianzhen flinched, "I'll tell you the truth, will you beat me up?"

"How is it possible?" Wang San smiled righteously, "We are friends of pee and mud, have you forgotten who will take revenge when there are brats bullying you in Antique Street since you were young?"

Kang Tianzhen thought about it, and it seemed that most of the time, he was pretending to bully others... But it was true that he borrowed Wang Sanxiao's prestige.

This is the absolute trust left from childhood to the present, so he felt relieved, "Well, I've felt this way for a long time, and I wanted to tell you several times, but..." He paused, still Some asked uncomfortably, "I'm telling you the truth, you...you won't turn your back on you, will you?"

"Just kidding! Am I such an immoral person?" Wang San smiled and patted his chest, "Uncle, a weak man who got his current status in the antique street, is not all due to the shadow of the black-hearted old man. What is important? One word, loyalty! Two words, convince people with virtue! Bet on my reputation as a descendant of the Wang family, you can speak boldly, in fact, I also really want to know my image in the eyes of others. "

Kang Tianzhen was completely relieved, looked at him seriously, and uttered two words in a straight voice: "Scary."

Wang San's expression changed drastically with a smile.

Kang Tianzhen was startled, his back stiffened suddenly, and he looked at him vigilantly, "You say you convince people with virtue!"

Wang Sanxiao sat on the window sill, moved his shoulders like a cheetah before hunting, and corrected lazily, "Violent."

"You stink and shameless!!!" Kang Tianzhen yelled violently, jumped up and ran out, Wang Sanxiao jumped down from the window sill vigorously, pressed the man fiercely on the carpet, and began to scratch his flesh with both hands.

Kang Tianzhen stood up and resisted, but he was caught by the tickle. He laughed and rolled on the ground, shaking like a sieve, "Help...hahaha, help...fuck you are going to die...help..."

Wang Sanxiao lacked a great virtue, and ravaged Kang Tianzhen as if he had been fucked by a hundred people for a night, lying on the ground disheveled, only breathing out but not breathing in.

"Are you saying you still need face?" Wang Sanxiao was tired, climbed up on the sofa and nestled, pointing to Kang Tianzhen on the ground and condemned, "Uncle's smile that is so overwhelming is creepy to you, your eyes It’s too crooked!”

Kang Tianzhen chirped, "Say you're not going to beat me up!"

"I didn't beat you," Wang San smiled. "This is the eager care from the uncle. You don't make it. When you say the word of the two people, how sad your uncle is, be careful of the liver. A piece of..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Kang Tianzhen looked over in a daze, Wang Sanxiao and him looked at each other, and murmured, "I suddenly want to eat couple's lung slices."

"^0^I want to eat crispy salted chicken!"

So the two of them ordered a bunch of takeaways at night, and sat on Wang Sanxiao's bed while watching a movie and eating chicken nuggets. Kang Tianzhen leaned on the big pillow and suddenly said, "Xiaoxiao, your name is given to you by Grandpa Eight." Is it?"

"Yeah," Wang San smiled, biting a chicken wing, slurring his words, "The name my biological parents gave me is Wang Youcai."

"...Why don't you use such a good name?" Kang Tianzhen stuffed a piece of fried chicken into his mouth, "Actually, when I was young, I really wanted to be called Kang Cubing, but I regretfully gave up after being beaten by my mother."

"The black-hearted father thinks that wealth should not be exposed," Wang San said with a smile, "My current name is very elegant, and the father has gone through the entire set of 24 histories before taking it out."

"So tall?" Kang Tianzhen was shocked, "I always thought it was a sinister smile, a sneer, and a fake smile."

"Fuck you, uncle," Wang San smiled and kicked him, and said proudly, "It's obviously a smile looking back, a smile and a smile, a total of three smiles."

"...Which of these three smiles is in the 24 history?"

"I told you earlier that ugly people should read more books, but they don't listen. Look, it's embarrassing." Wang San smiled and counted to him with his oily fingers after eating the chicken wings. Take a bath, look back and smile, Tang Xuanzong's bones are crispy, Pan Jinlian closes the curtain and hits Ximenqing, with a smile, the high officials lose their souls, Baosi plays with the lords, and with a smile, King Zhou You ruins the country."

Kang Tianzhen said with admiration, "Xiaoxiao, you were only 12 years old at the time, the eighth grandpa saw so early on that you were a disaster for the country and the people, you really deserve to be an old man..."

Wang Sanxiao lifted a rock and hit himself in the foot, furious, "You are the one who is the fuck!"

"I suffer, and so does my mother." Kang Tianzhen sucked his fingers calmly, "I think it's good to suffer. I feel very comfortable with Song Wenyuan here."

Wang Sanxiao thought to himself that Song Wenyuan had gone to such lengths to make you comfortable, you pig who doesn't know how to feel sad!

Kang Tianzhen turned to look at him, "I know what you're thinking. Song Wenyuan doesn't want me to know about many things, so I don't know. Wen Yuanyuan's innocence is always pure in nature."

Wang San smiled and frowned suddenly, he stared at Kang Tianzhen, "What do you know?"

"Huang Xingyun wanted me to marry his son. I knew about it a long time ago," Kang Tianzhen said slowly, lying on the big pillow and stroking his fat belly after eating and drinking, "His son has been dead for several years. The ashes should be gone, but he wants to give us a ghost marriage, he is a lunatic."

Wang San laughed and scolded, "This old bastard, it's too insulting."

"Actually, I don't think it's anything. It's very pitiful for others to be middle-aged and lose their wives and children. I can understand that long-term grief will inevitably lead to psychological distortion," Kang Tianzhen said, "but Song Wenyuan thinks it's an insult. Insulted."

Wang San smiled and sneered, "Have you degenerated to the point where you don't have your own judgment?"

Kang Tianzhen looked at him, "Husband and wife are of the same mind. The closest person to me in this world is Song Wenyuan besides my parents. I believe every word he says, even if it is a lie. As long as it is said by him, I will believe it." .”

"...you are really... mentally handicapped!" Wang San cursed with a smile, with a slightly invisible smirk on his lips.

They stayed in Jiujiang for one night, and drove back to Nanjing the next day. The antique street in the afternoon was leisurely and lazy. Hong Yang was lying on the counter and fell asleep. When he heard the sound of someone entering the door, he opened his eyes and was surprised, " Hey, you're back, what did you receive?"

Song Wenyuan took out a book case from his bag and put it on the counter, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, "Hong Yang, we are really going to become famous this time."

Hong Yang took the book case, and when he looked at it, his sleepy and chaotic eyes suddenly opened, "Damn it! "Valley of Splendid Flowers"! The Song Edition book that set an auction record! This is going to be popular!"

"In addition to this set of books, there are more than [-] other volumes, all of which are in the old collection of Huaixinlou," Song Wenyuan said excitedly, "I am going to hold an exhibition for the whole world."

"Good idea," Hong Yang slapped his hands. "As soon as these books come out, why worry about bad business? My God, the days when counting money until your hands cramp are coming!"

Song Wenyuan shook his head, "No, these are not for sale."

"What?" Hong Yang was taken aback.

"My great-grandpa worked so hard to preserve them, I will not sell them," Song Wenyuan said seriously, "These are the foundations of Huaixinlou, and they must not be touched."

Hong Yang stared at the book case on the counter with blazing eyes, and asked calmly, "If you're in the antique business and you don't sell goods, then what kind of antique shop is it?"

"Huaixin Building is not an antique store," Song Wenyuan said, "it's a library building. Although it is in the antique business, it is for the purpose of collecting and raising collections. I, Song Wenyuan, are not an antique dealer who only cares about profit."