Chapter 603 It’s Better to Keep Smiling

Han Chunming didn't take it seriously at all. Even when faced with Cheng Jianjun's repeated questioning, he explained in detail the process of collecting antiques over the years, including the things Cheng Jianjun repeatedly asked about Wang Yan, and he decrypted them all. .

It's not that he doesn't know that Cheng Jianjun has objections to him. Before, he couldn't even figure out why Cheng Jianjun was always against him. Later, as time went by, he also understood that Cheng Jianjun was simply petty, competitive and temperamental, and it was hard for him, the person he had grown up with, to be successful.

But now, everyone is forty-six and will be fifty in a few years. At this age, he has already achieved very high achievements, and considering his own kindness, he doesn't want to get into trouble with people like Cheng Jianjun who can't talk to him outside. They all grew up together in the same courtyard, and it is best to start well and end well.

So he gave Cheng Jianjun a lot of tolerance. That's why he thought of giving Cheng Jianjun some money to spend in prison before, but now he has the patience to tell him the messy things in the past.

In this way, the two of them sat under the dim street lights in front of their home and talked for an hour. Han Chunming looked at the time again: "It's already past nine o'clock, so I won't talk anymore. We'll talk when we have time. I have to get back quickly."

"Okay, you can go back first. I drank a lot tonight, so I'll go back slowly."

Han Chunming patted Cheng Jianjun on the shoulder, turned around and entered the courtyard.

Seeing Han Chunming disappear, Cheng Jianjun's smiling face disappeared instantly and turned gloomy. He took out a pack of Huazi from his pocket, took one out and lit it, then sat there and started smoking. He didn't smoke before, but after living in prison for so long, he learned how to smoke.

He just stayed there and smoked two cigarettes before entering the hospital. When I got home, my parents had already gone to bed. He didn't wash up, but after drinking some water, he sighed and lay on the bed, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, staring at the ceiling.

He hated this feeling, because it was this feeling that reminded him even more of the achievements of Wang Yan and Han Chunming. One of them lived in a big house at the root of the imperial city, and the other still lived in a courtyard, but also in the suburbs. The eldest son's place was prepared for retirement, and he, a man of the same age who grew up together, served in prison for thirteen years, went through a lot of hardships, and returned to the small room in this shabby courtyard, sleeping as soon as he turned over. A creaky old bed.

This made him hate Wang Yan and Han Chunming even more, especially Wang Yan, the culprit who brought him to this point. It seemed that from the beginning to the end, he was secretly trying to make things difficult for Wang Yan, but Wang Yan never took him seriously.

But precisely because of this, it was precisely Wang Yan who didn't take him seriously that made it even more difficult for him. He must make Wang Yan look good. He cheered himself up again, imagining all kinds of ways to trick Wang Yan and get revenge. Sleepiness came over him, and he fell asleep with the pleasure of fantasy.

The next day, he came back from buying breakfast outside, ate and drank, and after washing up, he took a taxi and left. He went around to Wang Yan's "Molou" to take a look and sighed with emotion about his new way of spending money. Last night, he heard from Han Chunming that the building is nine stories high, with each floor being five meters high. The eighth floor below is basically all calligraphy and painting, with only a small amount of other porcelain and jades. Wang Yan lives on the ninth floor. of. At that time, he thought of the Nine-Five Supreme, which means supreme and noble. Wang Yan was so good at showing off.

So the boss, a boss of a state-owned enterprise, has been working for so many years without being transferred, and he can build a building in such a good location, so arrogant that no one has arrested him? Thinking about it made him sad, because compared to what Wang Yan had done, what he had done was nowhere near as good as what he had done. Thinking of Wang Yan still being cool, he felt a little desperate. Such a person should be shot.

This was of course his one-sided wishful thinking. Not to mention Wang Yan's great contribution, the business he partnered with was also quite large. Although it was not his name, the dividends belonged to him. In addition, Su Meng had already quit her job to start a business. Now the largest shopping mall chain in the country is owned by Liu Jinyou, which is also a lot of money. Longteng Group still owns 70% of his shares. Although it never pays dividends and only pays himself a salary of more than one million yuan a year, there is no problem for him to use Longteng to build such a building.

In fact, this building was not even owned by Wang Yan, but by the fat man Li Dahai. The procedures are all in compliance with the regulations, and they even open the museum several times a year just to make it fair.

Although Cheng Jianjun didn't know the inside story, and although he thought Wang Yan should be shot, he wisely did not make any real-name reports. At the entrance of the Mo Building, he looked inside for a while. Although the walls were all glass and he couldn't see anything, he could still feel the many priceless paintings inside. This was also what Han Chunming told him.

He walked around the building, estimated the area, spat hard, lit a cigarette and walked to the roadside. He waved a taxi and headed towards Mentougou in the west of the capital. He wanted to go Check out Han Chunming’s museum.

When he arrived at the museum, he looked at various Ming and Qing furniture, various porcelains, jades, calligraphy and paintings, etc., and asked people about the value of these things. He even went to visit Han Chunming's residence. This was agreed yesterday. He shamelessly wanted to visit. Of course, Han Chunming couldn't refuse, so he had already told the people here.

Cheng Jianjun saw a new way of spending money again. The courtyard here is very grand and more sophisticated. If there is a description, it is that if such a house was placed in the era of the Qing Dynasty that was about to collapse a hundred years ago, under the instigation of some extremely conservative ministers, the execution of nine clans might cause some international public opinion trouble, but the execution of three clans would be no problem.

He wandered here for most of the day, and then sat in a taxi that had been waiting outside for a day to return to the city, thinking about going to see his son, but he didn't go after all. His son is already 22 years old, and his studies are pretty good. He was admitted to Capital Normal University. Of course, the local household registration in Beijing accounts for a certain proportion. Now he has just graduated and found a high school to teach.

If he goes, he will also ask for trouble. This unfilial son will not recognize him... So he plans to wait a little longer, and when he makes more money, he will use money to make his own son sober up and know who is the father.

After he packed some food from the restaurant and went home, just as he reached the door, a small Suzuki came from the corner with the sound of an engine, and then with a sudden brake, the tires of the car rubbed against the ground, and it stopped and turned off with two swishing sounds.

Meng Xiaoxing got out of the car, opened the trunk and held a box, closed the trunk, and turned to walk to the door, only to see Cheng Jianjun standing there looking at her. She was stunned for a moment and said, "Hey, isn't this Boss Cheng? Where did you make a fortune these years?"

"I have been abroad for a few years, but I haven't made anything. But you, Meng Xiaoxing, really impressed me. Did you buy this car yourself?"

"It's a second-hand car, and I've been driving it for several years." Meng Xiaoxing looked down on it, and said, "I'm looking at BMW recently, and I'll buy one in two days."

"Wow, you can do it Ah, Meng Xiaoxing, where did you make a fortune? "

"What kind of fortune? I just opened a restaurant with my boyfriend. The money for the car was given by the demolition a few years ago. The business is pretty good, so I want to buy a new car." Meng Xiaoxing looked at the surprised Cheng Jianjun, smiled, and said nothing more: "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have something to do with my brother Wuzi."

Without Cheng Jianjun's interference, Meng Xiaoxing turned to marry a Beijinger who was doing small business. They met through a blind date. Naturally, they became Beijing residents and gave birth to a son. Everyone was satisfied and lived a good life.

Seeing Meng Xiaoxing rushing into the yard, Cheng Jianjun smiled bitterly and shook his head. This wild girl has become successful. He let out a long breath, calmed himself, and entered the courtyard...

"Oh, by the way, Prince, Cheng Jianjun is out."

On the top floor of Molou, after discussing the serious matters of the land partnership, Han Chunming stood in front of the French window and looked at the scenery of Shichahai in the distance, then turned around to look at Wang Yan who was looking at a newly acquired scroll on the boss's desk not far away.

"Really?" Wang Yan raised his head while talking: "I remember he was sentenced to nine and a half years, right? Did he get a reduction in sentence for good performance?"

"He got a reduction of half a year, and stayed in the south for another two months before coming back. I ran into him when I came back to the courtyard last night, and sat by the wall and chatted with him for more than an hour. Maybe his parents told him about it. Knowing that we have opened a museum, he asked me about antiques. What are valuable, how to tell whether they are real or fake, etc., maybe he was thinking of picking up bargains."

"It's been a month, what has he been doing? Isn't he staying at home to enjoy his retirement?"

"Can he stay idle?" Han Chunming shook his head and smiled: "He didn't stay at home for a few days and went back to the south. I think this kid must still not learn his lesson. I don't know what he is doing. If he keeps doing this, he will have to go to jail again sooner or later."

Han Chunming didn't know what Cheng Jianjun did in the south, but Wang Yan knew it clearly.

Cheng Jianjun stayed in Beijing for a week, visited Han Chunming's museum, and even went to the museum in Madu. After that, he went to Panjiayuan, Liulichang and other places where antiques were traded for a few days.

He didn't understand antiques, but he understood people and had enough minds. So he was very keen to detect some scammers who teamed up to cheat people, and had a preliminary understanding of their routines. Of course, this was his profession, and he was more sensitive.

In addition to seeing the scams in the antique business, he was lucky enough to spend a few hundred yuan to buy a porcelain bowl. As a result, it turned out to be real, which really made him pick up a leak and made a small profit of tens of thousands of yuan. He also learned about the rules of the antique business, and saw people's greed. With greed, there is an opportunity, and there is an opportunity for him. He felt that he had found an opportunity to make a fortune again, and at the same time he could take revenge on Wang Yan and Han Chunming. Of course, he wanted to make them lose their eyes. If they pretended to be masters, they would lose their eyes and lose money. It must be very pleasant to use the money they lost to support his good life in the future.

This was the only method he could think of besides killing. After all, his hatred for Han Chunming was not fatal. Although his hatred for Wang Yan was fatal, Wang Yan's status was too high. There were even soldiers standing guard at home. Wang Yan didn't take him seriously, so he had no way to get close. Even if he could get close, with the skills of Wang Yan, who was a gangster, he was not a match for him. He remembered the slap in the face and the kick in the heart. As for killing Su Meng or even Wang Bin, he couldn't do it. Because Su Meng had bodyguards, and because Wang Bin had also practiced martial arts since he was a child, he had been chasing and beating several people since he was a child. And he was younger, so he was no match for him.

But once he went to the extreme and failed, he had no doubt that Wang Yan would make his life worse than death. To be honest, he was really scared and didn't dare. First of all, if he doesn't have the courage to commit suicide, then he doesn't dare to choose to go to extremes.

So this was the last resort. It could cause some slight harm to Wang Yan and Han Chunming, and that was enough. Now that things have happened, his requirements are no longer high, and he must have clear ideas no matter what.

With this in mind, he unexpectedly came up with the idea of ​​forging antiques and went directly to Jingdezhen to study.

Although it only took Cheng Jianjun half a year to initially achieve the level of confusing the fake with the real, this is somewhat nonsense. Not talking about counterfeiting antiques, I just want to have certain skills to make porcelain like that. From raw materials to embryo making, to firing, and various patterns, these things cannot be mastered in half a year.

But the original play acted like that, and now Cheng Jianjun will definitely do it, so it can only be said that Cheng Jianjun has great talent in this way and is a capable person.

Wang Yan didn't intend to pay attention, he just watched to see how Cheng Jianjun could deceive him.

He smiled and said, "Then I'll lend you some good words."

Han Chunming shook his head and sighed: "Cheng Jianjun is the same. He always finds trouble for himself. Why is he so petty-minded? I haven't been so fond of him. After so many years and thirteen years in the bureau, this Can't get over it? You don't know, when I saw him like that, I knew he still hated us brothers. "

"I'm not even close to you. The first time he went in in 1983, that day when his mother asked me to show off, I knew this kid hated me."

"Forget it, let him go. I'll see when he gets involved again." Han Chunming waved his hand and said, "Your Majesty, we haven't had a drink together for half a year. When will we get together again? My master will be here this year. He's ninety and just wants to be busy when he has nothing to do. Are you pitying this old man?"

"Guan Ziqing and Guan Xiaoguan were very diligent in going there, trying their best to make the old man happy."

In fact, ever since Guan Ziqing returned to China for development, he has been very attentive to Lao Guan. Of the seven days a week, I can go five days, and the remaining two days are for me to slow down the old juncture. However, Lao Guanguan has always been stubborn and doesn't want to see them at all. He is still holding his breath.

I left him alone for a long time, seeing that he is going to die when he is old, and I want to come back and be a filial son and grandson. Alas, if he doesn't die, he will live...

"It's not like you don't know, but you're still stubborn. You haven't calmed down in these years." Han Chunming waved his hands in a dumbfounded way. As half a son of Lao Guan, he felt fine. Guan Ziqing is like this now. As long as he can maintain it, he is still willing to give some money after Lao Guanjun's death. All Lao Guanjun's things are in his museum.

He continued to ask: "When will you have time? I'll make an appointment with Baoshahou and Xiaoma."

"Next Saturday."

"Okay, then you can enjoy it slowly. I'll leave first." Han Chunming clapped his hands and left simply.

Wang Yan ignored it and continued to look at the painting spread out on the table. It was a horse painted by Li Gonglin in the Northern Song Dynasty, which was newly found for him by his subordinates. After looking at it for a long time, he also started to draw a horse. Seeing that it was almost time, after cleaning up, he went out and went downstairs. Poussin, who had been driving for more than ten years and the steering wheel was patinated, returned to Beichizi Street. 's home.

We came back just in time for dinner.

Dressed in a casual outfit, Su Meng is still radiant and charming even though she is forty-six years old because of proper maintenance. Seeing Wang Yan get out of the car and come back, she smiled and said, "I was just about to call you, but you came back."

"I just eat actively and never need to be greeted." Wang Yan smiled and went over to wash his hands. He called Su's father and mother Su's parents. The family sat in the dining room of the west wing and started eating.

"Dad, you always drink." Wang Bin diligently poured wine for his father and gently placed it in front of Wang Yan.

Although this kid worked hard in his studies later, his scores in the college entrance examination were actually average. It was Wang Yan, his biological father, who put in a little effort and sent him to the Philosophy Department of Beijing University. I have just graduated. I am not in a hurry to work. Instead, I am hanging out with a group of friends who also don’t need to be in a hurry to work, including the boy from Han Chunming’s family. Because of my father’s relationship, the relationship between these two boys is very good. good.

Wang Yan picked up the wine glass and took a sip. While picking up the food and drinking it, he looked at the kid with a smile: "What's the matter?"

"Looking at what you said, then I can't respect you, old man, if I have nothing to do?"

Shaking his head and smiling, Wang Yan ignored him and turned to look at Su Meng beside him: "Chunming came to see me today. He wants to jointly develop a piece of land in Yangcheng with Fatty. In addition, he also wants your mall to join in and promote it. what idea?"

The real estate industry in this era is crazy about raising debt. Anyway, as long as you get the land and build a business, you can make money. Especially after the complete housing reform, the real estate market is very hot. The clarion call has officially been sounded, and buildings are being built across the country. The same is true for Han Chunming. It was because of the rapid development that he was struggling, and there were some financial problems, so he came to Wang Yan for support. The main thing he came to talk about today was this.

Wang Yan has long stopped caring about business matters, because the decision maker is one thing, and the other is that the company has grown to a certain extent and has a set of procedures. If it develops normally and the decision maker is not stupid, it is actually very difficult to go bankrupt. The fat man's company is like this, it has been on the right track and there is no need to care about it. In the final analysis, it is just a company used to make pocket money, so it is not worth spending too much energy.

Now Han Chunming came to him because he could make the decision directly, saving so many processes and starting cooperation directly, saving time and effort. Ordinary people can't find Wang's head.

Su Meng has basically taken over Liu Jinyou's business, and she is doing very well. She immediately nodded and made the decision: "This is a good thing. Although Yangcheng already has a mall, it is not enough to open another one. I will ask someone to talk to them later."

After talking nonsense for a long time, seeing that the meal was almost over, Wang Bin hurriedly approached his father and said: "Dad, can I discuss something with you?"

"Isn't it okay?"

Wang Bin ignored his father's mischievous eyes and continued to smile: "It's like this, my uncle wants to give me a sports car, but my mother said it's too ostentatious and won't let me buy it. What do you say? Can I drive it?"

Wang Bin's eyes were full of hope.

It can be said that this child has never squandered the family, nor has he been extravagant. Of course, the main reason is that he wants to have everything at home. He doesn't have so many places to spend money, and he doesn't have the problem of comparing with others.

But in the end, he is still a young man, and he has been a little bully since he was a child. It's normal to want to try something new.

"Your father has been driving a Peugeot for thirteen years, and you drive a sports car?" In the boy's disappointed eyes, Wang Yan slowly opened his mouth and continued, "You are allowed to drive for a month, just to have fun. If you dare to drive fast in the city and step on the accelerator, your legs will be broken."

"...Thank you, Dad, that's what I think."

Although Wang Bin was a little reluctant, he still answered happily. With his experience of being Wang Yan's son for so many years, he'd better keep smiling, otherwise his father will use the excuse of a martial arts test to compete with him, and then beat him up. And if his father warned him, he'd better do it, because his father always keeps his word and will really break his legs...

Thanks to the four big brothers (Dazhihu), (Xianyucong), (Yijiu), and (Shuiyuwentian) for their continued support.

Daily thanks to the good brothers who voted for the monthly ticket,

Thanks to the brothers who voted for the recommendation,

Thanks to the big brothers who read the book silently.