Three smiles

When Wang Sanxiao arrived in Shanghai, the charity auction had already started. The elevator slowly went up and stopped on the 6th floor. laughed.

The man obviously saw him too, and when he saw his smile, his heart trembled: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's been a while since I saw Wei Xiaozhu." Wang San smiled and nodded slightly, smiling like a spring breeze, "I miss you very much."

"Let go of your motherfucker!"

Wang San smiled and glanced across the faces of the two beauties, and said with a smile: "Young Master Wei is out of style to swear in front of a lady."

"Ma'am?" Wei Guangyao rubbed his hands on the chest of a beautiful woman, his eyes turned obscenely between his legs, raised his head, and stared at his face viciously, his eyes were as vicious as a poisonous snake, haha Laughing, "It's just two high-ranking bitches who are with you... ah..."

Suddenly, Wang Sanxiao punched him in the face, took a step forward, grabbed the collar and lifted him up, approaching his eyes: "Speak wild words? Come on, say something, I will hit you!" One punch."

"Fuck your mother! You are a fucking piece of shit!" Wei Guangyao was furious, struggling desperately to fight back, while yelling, "It's just left over from being played with! Stinky bitch! Ah..."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Wang Sanxiao grabbed him with one hand, and his fists landed on his face one after another. The elevator slowly went up, and the two beauties screamed and hid in the corner, looking at Wang Sanxiao in horror and smiling as he handed Wei Guangyao to Wei Guangyao. Beat into a ball of human flesh sandbags.

16, 17, 18, ding... the elevator door opened, Wang Sanxiao took out a clean handkerchief and wiped his hands, tilted his head to look at Wei Guangyao, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, sneered, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, straightened his collar , stepped out of the elevator in a personable manner.

The charity auction aims to pass on "love" and "public welfare", so it is very different from ordinary antique auctions. During the interval of the auction, many celebrities are invited to perform on the stage. The whole venue is full of laughter and applause. He was guided to sit down at a round table, greeted several acquaintances at the same table one by one, and looked up at the booth.

"Dear guests, let me introduce to you a piece of auction from the goddess Huang Qianyun—the original underwear of the goddess!" booth.

The scene immediately boiled, and the atmosphere became unprecedentedly enthusiastic.

The auctioneer glanced at the excited bidders in the audience with satisfaction, and smiled all over his face: "The starting price is 30, and the price will increase by 5 each time..."

Everyone raised their cards.

"What the hell is this?" A collector at the same table was dumbfounded, "A nipple cover sells for 30?"

Wang San smiled and said: "The key is the heart, it has nothing to do with the lot." After speaking, he also raised the number plate.

At the round table in front left, Wei Cong happened to turn around and saw Wang Sanxiao, he laughed happily, explained to Mu Xixi beside him, got up and sat down, just about to speak, but saw Wang Sanxiao coldly Turning his face away, chatting and laughing happily with the person on the other side.

"..." Inexplicably touched a cold nail, Wei Cong keenly caught his strange emotion, then closed his mouth and quietly peeled the pistachios.

After 10 bids, the goddess original underwear was finally photographed by a fan for 80 yuan, and then donated it on the spot to start the second auction. There was a small pile of peeled pistachios, and he frowned in surprise: "Is Mr. Wei a bitch?"

"Criminal," Wei Cong smiled.

Wang Sanxiao glanced at him noncommittally, and returned his attention to the booth.

Others at the same table looked at them suspiciously, Wei Cong smiled and nodded, grabbed Wang Sanxiao's fingers under the table and placed them in his palms, and found that his fingers were actually cold on a warm midsummer night reads;hp Severus.

Wang Sanxiao pulled out his hand, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip slowly.

Wei Cong's palm was empty for a while, and finally realized belatedly that Wang Sanxiao was getting angry without saying a word.

After the goddess underwear was photographed on the stage, the staff held out a black and red lacquerware. The auctioneer said enthusiastically: "The following lot is a Ming Yongle red carving double phoenix lotus flower cup donated by Mr. Kong Xin, a Nanjing collector. The auction starts. The price is 80, and the price increases by 10 each time, please bid."

"The price of lacquerware has never been high. The starting price is 80 yuan, isn't it a bit outrageous?" A collector at the same table picked up his glass, "What do you think, Young Master San?"

Wang Sanxiao clinked glasses with him, and talked eloquently: "The price of lacquerware is indeed not high, but it is also in terms of its appearance. This one is carved with plain ground and exquisite patterns, which can be called outstanding. In 08, Christie's in Hong Kong photographed a piece of the same It is also Yongle lacquerware, and there are poems inscribed by Emperor Qianlong inside the holder, and the final transaction price was 300 million Hong Kong dollars, equivalent to 900 million yuan, Lao Li, do you think this 80 is conscience?"

"It makes sense!" When the collector heard it, he immediately felt that it was a big leak, and immediately raised his placard to bid for it.

Wang San smiled and said, "Bring me the palm eye fee!"

"Haha," the collector played a rogue brazenly, "Is it the first day the third young master met me, brother? This is not the first time I have borrowed your eyes at the auction."

They are all acquaintances, and Wang Sanxiao didn't really want to pay attention to it. Hearing this, he laughed loudly: "You shameless old bastard!"

Wei Cong looked at Wang Sanxiao chatting and laughing with others, approached with a smile, and said in a low voice, "This lacquerware is beautiful, how about taking it back and using it as a dried fruit plate for you?"

Wang San smiled and put away his smile, and said coolly: "Boss Wei's heroism in spending a lot of money is admirable, but unfortunately, I am not those little stars you have played with, and I don't know how to flatter."

Wei Cong's heartbeat skipped a beat, he stared at Wang San's smiling face sinking like water, regretting so much that his internal organs twisted and ached - it's because life is so comfortable now that he forgot how he was doing it for his future , severely humiliated this man who loved her deeply.

Only three years have passed, no one would be so forgetful, and such humiliation cannot be washed away by time, let alone someone as proud as Wang Sanxiao.

I am just the seventh son raised by my sixth aunt. My father dares to claim to be the proud son of heaven even if he doesn't love his mother. He is the only son who is held in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and held in his mouth for fear of melting. He has developed a pair of piercing eyes at a young age, and can pass tens of millions of business with his palm turned over. Who doesn't sell him three-point thin noodles in the antique shop?

Such a person is willing to lie under his body. Instead of cherishing it, he is besieged and bullied by his family, and humiliated like that...

He pressed the smoke scar on his chest, and there was extreme pain hidden in the deep eyes - after 11 years of separation and reunion, what Wang Sanxiao brought to him was unparalleled happiness and joy, but what he gave back to him was nothing. It is an indescribable insult and pain.

"Three smiles, I know that my crime is unforgivable," Wei Cong said softly, "but I am very glad that we are still young, and we still have such a long life to confess to you slowly."

The scene was noisy and chaotic, and the ears were filled with messy noises, but Wang Sanxiao heard his words miraculously, his eyes flickered, he casually clenched his wine glass tightly, and made no statement.A stage of the auction ended, and the singing and dancing performance began on the stage. Wang Sanxiao stood up.

Wei Cong asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"

Wang San smiled expressionlessly: "Go pee!"

"..." Wei Cong realized that he was like an enemy, and laughed at himself, "I'll go with you."

Wang Sanxiao looked at him in disbelief: "Are you a little girl, we need to go to the restroom together, is it because you can't find the restroom or I can't find the restroom?"

When the people at the same table heard the conversation between the two, they couldn't help but burst out laughing, and smoothed things over with a smile: "The two of you are together, can we chat on the road?"

"I won't!" Wang San smiled angrily, pointing at Wei Cong and said, "Sit here and don't move, I feel annoyed when I see you now!"

Wei Cong was scolded very honestly, sat down where he was, watched Wang San smile and walk away, turned his head, looked at the bright eyes of the people at the same table, and sneered: "Oh, I did something wrong. Offended."

"Then you have to be careful," a person said earnestly, "San Shao is just like his father, he is very righteous in doing things, but he will get revenge, you have to be careful."

"Yes," another person added, "check the car's brakes, tires, etc. when we get back later..."

Wei Cong was amused by the kindness of these people to support the younger generation: "You have misunderstood, San Xiao and I are still friends, that is... well, I am sorry for him, and I am trying to beg his forgiveness."

"Oh, it's good to be friends," everyone asked, relieved, "Your Excellency looks unfamiliar, you're not from the antique shop, what's your name?"

Wei Cong hurriedly took out his business card holder: "This is Wei Cong from Nanjing Tanye Auction House. It is a small company that has just been established for three years. I hope everyone will give us your advice..."

Wang Sanxiao stood in front of the window of the smoking room and smoked two cigarettes in a row before slowly walking to the bathroom. The next auction had already started, and there was no one in the corridor. A sign saying "Under maintenance, out of use" was erected on the door of the bathroom. He frowned at the notice board, muttering how many people came to participate in the shooting, and even broke the toilet. He reluctantly followed the instructions on the notice board and walked to the temporary toilet. After finishing his toilet, he stood in front of the sink and washed After washing his hands, he was taken aback when he raised his head to look in the mirror.

The small door behind him opened silently, and Wei Guangyao came out with a cigarette in his mouth, with a vicious smile on his face.

The two looked at each other in the mirror, Wang Sanxiao understood the trick in an instant, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said leisurely: "Wei Guangyao, you are really everywhere, why are you hiding in the toilet instead of going to the hospital with a bruised nose and swollen face?"

"Of course it's you!" Wei Guangyao said viciously.

"Hahaha," Wang San laughed loudly, "it's up to you?"

"Scumbag, let's see if I can fuck you! Fuck!" Wei Guangyao spit out his cigarette butt with a bah, and suddenly rushed over.

Wang San's eyes turned cold with a smile, he turned sharply, and punched him brazenly.

Three burly men suddenly jumped out of the cubicle, kicked on Wang Sanxiao's waist, Wang Sanxiao staggered, brushed Wei Guangyao's ear with his fist, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.Wei Guangyao rushed forward and lifted his collar, the shirt was torn and the buttons were all over the floor.

Wang San smiled coldly.

Wei Guangyao was so terrified by his laughter, he shouted: "Laughing makes you numb to laughing! When you get on my bed, see if you can still laugh?"

"Want to fuck me? You have been young for 800 years!" Wang Sanxiao slammed his head on his nose, took advantage of the pain, broke free, and rushed out the door with one stride.

Suddenly there was a burst of wind behind him, Wang Sanxiao reacted quickly, but he couldn't avoid it. He was hit hard on the back of the neck, and then covered his mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief.

Drugged!

Wei Guangyao laughed wildly, and tore off his shirt, exposing his firm honey-colored chest. He caressed the delicate skin lewdly, and said with a smile: "Although you are a scumbag left over from the old seven's play, but I'm still very interested in fucking, take it away!"

A bodyguard vigilantly touched Wang Sanxiao's body, and took off a tracker from his belt: "Young Master Guang."

"Be careful enough," Wei Guangyao looked at the tracker, then threw it into the urinal, "Take it away."