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Coming out of the ward, Song Wenyuan said to Jiang Biying, "I think Mr. Jiang just loves you too much and is so angry because he can't accept that you will live with another man for a while. It should get better after a long time."

Kang Tianzhen interjected, "It's the Chinese cabbage that has been planted for more than 20 years, and suddenly it feels like it's being pushed by a pig."

Song Wenyuan laughed, "You can say that."

"Ah," Jiang Biying's beautiful brows were filled with sadness, "My father always looks down on Hong Yang."

"My father-in-law looks at his son-in-law like this, and he doesn't like it anyway," Song Wenyuan's eyes fell on her stomach, "But I think you should speed up, time waits for no one."

Jiang Biying smiled and touched her belly, "When I have a grandson, my father's attitude towards Hong Yang should be better."

When the two walked out of the hospital, Hong Yang drove the car slowly to the door, picked them up, and hurriedly asked, "Did my father-in-law beat you?"

"Why do you want to beat me?" Kang Tianzhen said with a cute face, "I am the naiveness of people who see people."

"Yes, yes, I like you the most," Hong Yang twisted his cheeks, and looked at Song Wenyuan, "Is the old man relaxed? I am optimistic about the new house here. As long as he relaxes, we will Immediately go for a loan to buy a house.”

Song Wenyuan smiled and said, "You have the hostage in Biying's belly in your hand, what are you worried about?"

"Damn! Aren't I afraid that Biying will be ridiculed if she has a big belly?" Hong Yang said angrily, "The old guy is afraid that I will plot against his Lao Jiang's auction house. It's ridiculous. He only has a daughter in Biying. Didn’t you just hand over the auction house? Brother at least knows a little bit about antiques, it’s better than finding a layman.”

Kang Tianzhen looked at him curiously, "Brother Hong Yang, do you really want an auction house?"

"Hahaha," Hong Yang laughed three times, and said in a very high-spirited manner, "Brother is such a materialistic man?"

Kang Tianzhen expressed admiration, "Amazing!"

"However," Hong Yangchou laughed shamelessly, "If Biying takes the auction house as a dowry, I will reluctantly accept it."

Song Wenyuan laughed, "It's really good to be a good boy."

Kang Tianzhen said, "Actually, Uncle Jiang doesn't need to be entangled at all. If he feels sorry for Biying, a Chinese cabbage that you dowry, you can marry him and let Biying dowry you."

"Damn it! Don't talk nonsense," Hong Yang shouted as if struck by a thunderbolt, "My old Hong family has eight generations of single heirs, and my brother has only one seedling. The whole family is waiting for me to pass on the family. I'm going to marry you. What's your name?" How will I see my ancestors after a hundred years?"

"Then I'm still the only child of the old Kong family, and my surname is Kang?" Kang Tianzhen curled his lips, "Isn't it because we are messing with Song Wenyuan?

"Fuck, don't talk about it," Hong Yang said angrily, "You crow's mouth is always good but not bad, if the old man really makes such a request, I will be the first to kill you with the sacrificial knife."

"Just kidding," Song Wenyuan said with a smile, "Mr. Jiang is not a feudal thinker." He turned his head to look at Kang Tianzhen, and looked at Kang Tianzhen in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

Kang Tianzhen said quietly, "I have a bad feeling..."

Sure enough, the next morning, when Kang Tianzhen was bouncing around looking for Song Wenyuan to fall in love, he met Hong Yang's murderous gaze, immediately braked suddenly, and stepped back step by step, "Brother, brother, don't look at me like that, it's strange Scary."

Hong Yang ran away, "You're right again!"

"What am I right?"

"Join!" Hong Yang jumped out, holding a bronze lotus mirror, and shouted, "I'm going to take you back!!!"

Kang Tianzhen ran away with his head in his arms, turning around and yelling, "Finally a mortal discovered my real body, oh, oh, oh, come and catch me... ouch!"

Knocked down a person suddenly. Although he looks well-proportioned, his body is actually full of flesh. , Old Monster Huang?"

As he said that, as soon as he let go of his hand, Huang Xingyun, who was about to get up, fell back on his buttocks, and his tailbone almost broke. When he got up, his face was ashen. In pain, he tried his best to stand up in a gentlemanly manner, and slapped Kang Tianzhen lightly on the head, "This kid, you are reckless!"

"What are you doing here?" Kang Tianzhen looked at him carelessly, "You are not welcome in Huaixin Building."

Huang Xingyun's face darkened, "Where's Wen Yuan?"

Kang Tianzhen blocked the door with her hips on her hips, and said loudly, "Song Wenyuan is not here!"

Seeing his action like a hen protecting its chicks, Huang Xingyun smiled instead of anger, and looked at him with pity, "You, it's really a shame that you don't help in the ancient and modern pavilion of your own house, but come to Huaixinlou all day long." Not good."

"Gujin Pavilion is my home, and Huaixin Building is also my home," Kang Tianzhen said domineeringly, "It's all mine, I go wherever I like, can you control me?"

"You child..." Huang Xingyun reached out to touch his face.

Kang Tianzhen grumbled and ran away, "Damn it, old guy, at your age, you still flirt with good women and men, isn't it embarrassing?"

"What's going on?" Song Wenyuan came out, pulled Kang Tianzhen into the store, looked at Huang Xingyun, and asked quite unexpectedly, "Mr. Huang?"

Huang Xingyun put his hands behind his back and raised his head, "Although there are many quarrels between us, after all, you were my closed disciple, and if you have business, I naturally think of you."

Song Wenyuan let people into the store, "Does Mr. Huang have business for the younger generation?"

Huang Xingyun slowly looked around the store without looking at him, looked up at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and said indifferently, "I have a collector friend who has a wide range of hobbies, such as ancient porcelain and jade, calligraphy and painting on inscriptions, bronze Zisha... is very researched, and recently I am quite interested in the things in your hand..."

Song Wenyuan smiled, "Oh?"

Huang Xingyun said, "I heard that you have had a few very good opportunities recently and received several Song editions and Ming and Qing rare editions."

Song Wenyuan nodded, "It is true."

Huang Xingyun cleared his throat and continued to circle around, "I taught you when you were studying art under my school. The prosperity of the engraving and printing industry made Song edition books very beautiful in both writing and engraving, and because of the age, they were rarely circulated. Therefore, it has a very high collection value."

"Yes." Song Wenyuan looked at him innocently.

"..." Huang Xingyun was speechless.

Kang Tianzhen leaned over with his head poking around, tugged at Song Wenyuan's sleeve, and asked in a low voice, "What is this old guy talking about in a cloud?"

Song Wenyuan laughed, "Then who knows."

Embarrassment flashed across Huang Xingyun's face, and he said in a nasty voice, "I heard that you have the last 40 volumes of "Valley of Splendid Ten Thousand Flowers" in your hand, take it out and enjoy it."

""The Valley of Splendid Flowers" is currently the largest Song-version book at home and abroad. It preserves a large number of lost ancient books and incorporates the author's unique insights..." Song Wenyuan had an expression on his face that I know better than you. , talking with a gentle smile.

Huang Xingyun's face darkened, but the book was in someone else's hands, so he had to bow his head, so he suppressed his impatience, and said kindly, "It seems that you have really studied a lot, but it's useless to talk, why don't you bring out the book, and let's enjoy it together. Bar."

Kang Tianzhen sneered mercilessly, "Do you just want to appreciate it?"

Huang Xingyun choked, "Of course..."

"It seems that Mr. Huang really has a special liking for "The Valley of Splendid Flowers," Song Wenyuan interrupted him, and said slowly, "It's just that the lights in the Huaixin Building are dim today, and one percent of the charm of the Song version of the book cannot be displayed. How about Wait patiently for a few more days and see clearly at the exhibition.”

Huang Xingyun's face turned blue from being blocked by him, he cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course I will see it clearly, but... this old friend, it may not be convenient for me to participate in the exhibition. It's haunting me, so please ask me to see if it's convenient to trade the book..."

"It's inconvenient," Song Wenyuan rebuffed flatly, ""The Valley of Splendid Flowers" is a rare book that my great-grandpa took great pains to preserve. It is a well-deserved treasure of Huaixinlou, and it will not be sold to anyone."

Huang Xingyun smiled confidently, "Don't be so full of words, the other party's price is quite good."

"How much?" Hong Yang leaned over with a smile, "We want one billion, how about it?"

Huang Xingyun's face darkened, and he sneered, "You dare to ask for it."

Hong Yang had a hippie smile on his face, "Why don't you dare to take it? If you take out one billion yuan, we will personally deliver the goods to your door, free shipping, dear."

"Don't mess around," Song Wenyuan said to Huang Xingyun, "No matter how much this book costs, it will never be sold. Mr. Huang, please return."

Huang Xingyun looked at him, his old eyes narrowed, his eyes wandered between Song Wenyuan and Hong Yang for a moment, he slowly smiled, and said in a hoarse voice, "Absolutely? Wen Yuan, I have taught you that there is no such thing as absolute." .”

Song Wenyuan's complexion also sank, "On this matter, my attitude is absolute."

Huang Xingyun walked out of the store with his hands behind his back, his hunched back looked like a poor old man, but everyone knew that this old man was not as kind as he appeared on the surface.

Watching him go away, Hong Yang turned his head and unconsciously knocked on the glass of the showcase with his fingers, "Wen Yuan, are you really determined not to sell it?"

"Other possible discussions, "Valley of Splendid Flowers" will definitely not be sold."

Hong Yang said thoughtfully, "You know Huang Xingyun's ability. Anyone who can entrust him to be a matchmaker must not be an ordinary person. Maybe a few hundred million will not blink..."

"Stop talking," Song Wenyuan interrupted him, "There is no need to discuss this matter."

"Hey..." Hong Yang closed his mouth resentfully, and turned to go about his own business.