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Hong Yang's complexion changed, he lowered his head and stared at the bookcase, a haze flashed across his handsome face, and when he raised his head, his expression was normal, he laughed and patted Song Wenyuan's shoulder, "That's right! We It's not the antique dealer who is full of copper smell, if you need my help at the book collection fair, just mention it when the time comes."

Song Wenyuan said, "Thank you for your understanding!"

"Damn, talking like this will alienate you," Hong Yang smiled and stretched out his hand, "Brothers for how many years, how many words of thanks?"

"Hmm!" Song Wenyuan took his hand and clenched it tightly.

He is sincerely grateful to this old classmate. Without Hong Yang's back and forth help, Huaixinlou would not have been able to get on track so quickly. Although Kang Tianzhen wanted to help him wholeheartedly, his talent was not in business. , dealing with other treacherous antique dealers, still needs an old fritter like Hong Yang with a sweet belly and a sword.

This year, Song Wenyuan's reputation in the whole antique business can be said to have risen. From the brave fight against Kenbad, to the confrontation between master and apprentice, to the return of the half-century collection of books in Huaixin Building, every action caused an uproar.

Among the 40 sets of lost and recovered books, the most striking one is the [-]-volume "Valley of Splendid Flowers". This is a series of books, including astronomy, geography, religion, official positions, customs, etc. Majestic and detailed, its appearance has pushed the age of existing encyclopedias to the upper limit of history, which shows that its document value is so high that it is rarely comparable in China.

What appeared at the auction before was the first 2/3 of the book. At that time, together with the other 177 sets of books in Guoyunlou in Suzhou, it was sold for a sky-high price of 1.88 million, setting a new world record for the auction of ancient Chinese books.

Ever since the news of Huaixin Building's possession of "Valley of Splendid Ten Thousand Flowers" came out, there was an endless stream of collectors who wanted to trade the book in private. Upstairs is a feast for the eyes.

"It's perfectly preserved." After reading slowly, the tenth grandpa took off his reading glasses, his old eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, "Brother Fengzi has the best personal relationship with your great-grandfather, and he also has unique insights into book collection. Only he can preserve this unrivaled book."

Song Wenyuan nodded, "Yes, I admire him too."

The tenth prince drank a cup of tea in Huaixinlou, sighed and said, "I have to obey the old when I am old. I feel dizzy after watching this for a while. I will go back." After speaking, he walked out on crutches.

Song Wenyuan hurriedly supported him and complimented him, "With your current body and bones, how can you look like an old man? It's probably because the lights in our store are too dim that you feel dizzy."

"You, after staying with naivety for a long time, people have learned to be slick."

The two walked out of the store, the tenth grandpa pressed Song Wenyuan's arm, and Song Wenyuan lowered his body suspiciously, "What else do you want to say?"

The ten princes whispered in his ear, "Most of the partners in this world can only share the joys and sorrows, but there are some people who can share the sorrows, but can't share the joys."

Song Wenyuan's eyes became deep, and he smiled lightly, "Don't worry, the people around me know everything and everything."

"Alas..." the tenth prince sighed, "The most difficult thing to understand in the world is the human heart, because the human heart can change."

Song Wenyuan nodded, "I see."

"You used to be poor, but now you are rich and have such a rare national treasure. How many people are staring at you like a black-eyed chicken. You must be careful and careful when you do things," Shi Taigong patted his arm. , "You are a sensible child, I don't need to say more, that's all right, don't send it away, go back."

"Well, you go slowly," Song Wenyuan watched the old man go farther and farther with the help of the nanny, and shook his head, thinking that when he had no money, he wanted to have money, but now that he has money, he is anxious all day long. This is really a happy person. Burdened.

Walking back to the store, before he had a sip of water, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol, his heart sank, he turned around abruptly, and sure enough, he saw a drunken middle-aged man walk in the door.

"Wen Yuan! Wen Yuan!" the man kept yelling, "Daddy is here to see you!"

Song Wenyuan's expression darkened, "What are you doing here?"

"Father came to see you," Song Qiang approached with a smile, bringing a stench mixed with low-quality spirits and tobacco.

Hong Yang was at his desk repairing a piece of calligraphy and painting. Seeing this, he raised his head and glanced between the two of them. He had a general understanding of the situation, and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Song is here. Please sit down, Wen Yuan is not happy yet." Make tea for your dad?" He said and gave Song Wenyuan a wink.

"What tea do you want?" Song Wenyuan said blankly.

"Tsk," Hong Yang was speechless to him, stretched out his long arms, hooked his shoulders and pulled him over, and lowered his voice, "Uncle, it seems that the visitor is not friendly, do you want to make a big fuss in the store?" After finishing speaking , slapped his forehead, raised his voice and said annoyedly, "Look at my memory, I drank up all the tea leaves yesterday and forgot to buy new ones, Wen Yuan, go to Gujin Pavilion and order some tea leaves."

Knowing that this was an excuse to let him escape, Song Wenyuan nodded without saying a word, and walked out.

"No, no, no," Song Qiang waved his hands again and again, "There's no need to make tea, Wen Yuan, Dad just came to see you, no need to entertain, you look like an outsider."

Song Wenyuan stopped at the door, turned around slowly, and looked at him coldly, "Don't think I don't know what you are here for, I advise you to stop thinking about it as soon as possible."

Song Qiang smiled shamelessly, "You child, why are you still so rebellious? You have the same temper as when you were a child. At that time, you were only a teenager, and your personality was so stubborn..."

Song Wenyuan pursed his lips tightly, obviously he didn't want to say anything to him anymore, Song Qiang babbled for a long time, and found that Hong Yang was buried in repairing calligraphy and painting, Song Wenyuan was expressionless, and the two juniors ignored him, so he stopped in embarrassment , waited for 2 minutes, cleared his throat, "Wen Yuan, I heard that you have recovered our family's collection of books."

Song Wenyuan looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"You're an adult now, so you should be able to preserve the collection of books," Song Qiang said, "but I'm still in the prime of life, so there's no reason to pass on the collection of books to you."

Song Wenyuan frowned, "What did you say?"

"I said, this batch of books is the family heirloom of our Song family. I'm not dead yet, so how did it pass to you?" Song Qiang said confidently, "You should give them all to me."

Song Wenyuan was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs were about to burst, "You really have a good plan!"

"That... Uncle Song," Hong Yang raised his head from the corner, "Although those books used to be in the Song family's old collection, that was in the past, and now it is the joint property of me and Wen Yuan, how can I give it all to you? "

Song Qiang sneered disdainfully, and pointed to the shop's plaque, "Xiaoyang, do you know how to read? This is the Huaixin Building of my old Song's family. Does it have something to do with you?"

"Now this relationship is much bigger than eggs," Hong Yang said with a good-natured smile, "I signed a contract with Wen Yuan, and now I own half of any antique in the store."

"Fart your mother!" Song Qiang pointed at Hong Yang and yelled, "What are you? Seeing that we Wenyuan is rich and powerful, we will come to him, and don't take a pee to see how he looks, mother Damn, you are a little turtle born of a labor camp..."

"Shut up!" Song Wenyuan was furious, "Get out of here if you're crazy, Huaixin Building is the property of me and Hong Yang, you have no right to question his ownership!"

Being scolded in the face by his son, Song Qiang became angry from embarrassment, "How did you talk? Is this the way you talk to your father?"

Song Wenyuan said coldly, "I don't have a father."

"Damn you!" Song Qiang roared and jumped up and grabbed his collar, "Your wings are stiff now, and you don't recognize me anymore. Without my old man Gu Yan, no matter how awesome you are, I wouldn't be able to give birth to you!"

The stench of inferior tobacco and alcohol hit his face, Song Wenyuan pushed him away, and said disgustedly, "You have no right to mention my mother, get out, you can't even get a single piece of paper from this collection of books."

Song Qiang drank too much wine, one of them couldn't stand still, he staggered back two steps, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground. He stared at Song Wenyuan in shock for a moment, then suddenly thumped the floor and cursed, "You son of a bitch!" Motherless bastard! How did I pull you up with feces and piss? You forget it. When your wings are hardened, you and I rob the family property! You are forced to raise it! Wolf-hearted!"

The noise in the store attracted all the neighbors over, and most of the people on Antique Street knew Song Qiang, a shameless bastard who was known for wanting money, and surrounded him one after another.

A neighbor whispered, "Xiao Song, get your dad up quickly, he is like this, he is your man, how will Huaixinlou do business in the future?"

Song Wenyuan sighed, "Thank you uncle for reminding me, my dad... really..."

"Hey, I'm talking about Lao Song," a person raised his voice, "where do you have the face to ask Xiao Song to divide the family property? We can all see how Xiao Song came here these years, how will you do it all day? Father's responsibility?"

"Fart your mother!" Song Qiang yelled at the man fiercely, "What about our father and son is none of your business? Why are you beeping here, because you see that we Wenyuan has money, so you lean over and want to pick it up a little?"

The man was so angry that he blushed and his neck thickened, "Why do you catch and bite like a mad dog? Forget it, we don't dare to take care of your family's affairs."

Song Wenyuan hurriedly apologized, and said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry, don't take what he said to heart..."

"No way," the man patted Song Wenyuan on the shoulder, "You are quite unlucky to have such a father."

Song Wenyuan smiled wryly.

Song Qiang quarreled in the store for more than half an hour. Song Wenyuan was so impulsive that he wanted to call the police directly, but Hong Yang restrained him. big.

It was probably because Song Wenyuan was determined to stay on top of his hair, and it was too cold to lie on the floor all the time. Half an hour later, Song Qiang got up, pointed at the two people and yelled at them, then patted his ass and left.

Hong Yang shrunk his head in shock, "I'm very glad that my labor prison father is still squatting in the prison, brother, you have worked hard."

Song Wenyuan gave him a cigarette and lit it, "He's a lunatic, don't take the nonsense you said just now."

"Don't worry," Hong Yang and him leaned against the door, smoking a cigarette, and laughed, "I don't care what others say for a long time. Ever since I was a child, there are not many people who laughed at my father for being in jail. If everyone cares, your eldest brother I was pissed off 800 years ago."

Song Wenyuan smiled and shook his head, recalling the past, "Back then, we were very discriminated against at school. Your father was a labor camp prisoner, and my father was a drunkard and a rascal. At that time, it was really equal."

"Hey, why are you still thinking about those things?" Hong Yang smiled casually, "Let's not talk about the past, we are young, so we need to do something lively, um, do you have time tonight?"

"What?"

"Take the naivety and let's go to the stewed building," Hong Yang said mysteriously with a breezy face, "Dude has something important to announce, you, prepare the red envelopes!"

Song Wenyuan understood, happily punched him on the shoulder, and said loudly, "Okay, I must be there on time."

The smell of alcohol in the shop has not yet dissipated, but the depression in his heart has disappeared. Looking at the energetic smile on Hong Yang's face, he couldn't help but feel cheerful.

Sweeping his gaze over the quaint shop and turning to the clear autumn sky outside, Song Wenyuan suddenly felt that although his life experience was miserable, he had a lover, a brother, a career he loved from the bottom of his heart, and a love he believed in unswervingly. He didn't treat him badly at all, but gave him a lot of tolerance.