Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 103 Chewing and eating
Shang Yan had a headache and pinched her eyebrows.

"When I was in college, the professor in my department loved to say this: 'Look at a thousand swords before you know the weapon; play a thousand songs before you understand the music...' As the saying goes, the truth is simple; those who can judge a weapon can also judge a person!"

"I always thought the old professor was a bit mysterious. But today I realized: if he has so many instruments to examine, he can actually judge people."

Fang Jingxian didn't quite understand what he was saying: "What do you mean?"

Shang Yan sighed: "When we were at the school gate, Lin Sicheng guessed that you were in big trouble, so he didn't want to come!"

"How is that possible?" Fang Jingxian was stunned for a moment. "No words were said, just a handshake?"

"Yeah, we just shook hands!" Shang Yan spread her hands. "Is it amazing?"

This is more than just God?
But think about what happened just now. I just wrote a check, but the amount I wrote was a little higher, and he could actually guess what I wanted to do?
The more Fang Jingxian thought about it, the more mysterious it became: "What does his family do?"

Shang Yan said succinctly: "He is Professor Lin's grandson, Lin Changqing, you have met him!"

Fang Jingxian was stunned for a moment: "What else?"

Shang Yan was stunned by the question: What else? What else? Does it mean that this is not enough?

Eh...it seems like it's not enough?
The two women looked at each other, stunned and speechless: It’s definitely not enough!

After a long while, Shang Yan patted Fang Jingxian's hand and said, "Let's find another way!"

Fang Jingxian nodded, her eyes brightening again: "You and Professor Lin are also very familiar with each other?"

"You'd better stop right now! Professor Lin is even more stingy than a stingy person. He only eats and never spits!"

Over the years, Shang Yan has seen Lin Changqing buy a lot of good things, but she has never seen him sell a single thing.

Shaking her head decisively, Shang Yan suddenly thought of Wang Qizhi, "I'll ask Lin Sicheng's teacher for help. There might still be a chance."

"Ah, aren't you?"

"I'm just his teacher, not his mentor. It just so happens that Mr. Wang owes me a huge favor... But don't worry, maybe this Guanyin statue will catch your eye."

Right.

After chatting for a few words, the couple walked in holding a box. Just as they were about to open it, Fang Jingxian waved his hand: "Mr. Zhao, don't worry!"

I see, the judge hasn't arrived yet.

Mr. Zhao nodded.

About ten minutes later, a man pushed the door open and walked in.

He was in his fifties, but looked very energetic and very stylish in his executive jacket.

He has a prominent background, Fang Jingxianju introduced: his surname is Yang, and he is the president of the city's jade association.

Shang Yan remained silent.

Some antique collectors also collect new jade, like Lin Changqing, but she doesn't. Shang Yan doesn't touch anything except porcelain, so she doesn't recognize it and doesn't care.

She was just a little confused: Mr. Zhao didn't even know the owner of such a big store?
But they were just curious for a moment, and after a brief chat, they sat down and Fang Jingxian asked Mr. Zhao to take out the things.

Just as the lid of the box was about to be opened, voices were heard outside again, and several people turned around subconsciously.

Hey, Lin Sicheng?

Shang Yan was a little confused: "Why are you back?"

What else could it be? Of course it was because he saw Yang Zhigao.

Just as he arrived at the parking lot and was about to get in the car, Fang Jingxian's younger brother greeted him. Lin Sicheng then realized that the expert Fang Jingxian had invited was Yang Zhigao.

The old saying is true: Enemies always meet.

This guy has only done two things in his life: giving gifts to become an official and making money by defrauding others.

The city's jade association has not changed its president in 15 years. In Xi'an and even in the entire province, the number of collectors who have not been cheated by him can be counted on two hands.

The method is simple: jade articles carved from Qinghai white jade and Russian white jade are passed off as Hetian mutton-fat jade to commit fraud.

The complication is that these three types of jade are actually the same material: nephrite ore, primarily composed of tremolite. Their composition, structure, and texture are essentially the same. Especially with higher-grade Qinghai jade and Russian jade, it's impossible to distinguish between them without testing them in a sophisticated laboratory. However, the former is measured by gram, while the latter is measured by ton.

The key is that Yang Zhigao is the chairman. Who would have thought that he would also commit fraud? That's why he succeeded so repeatedly.

Where does hatred come from?

The old man's safe, where Lin Sicheng kept the Qianlong jade seal and Dong Qichang's original works, also locked up a white jade tea table and a landscape ornament.

They are so expensive! Grandpa spent more than 2.4 million on these two pieces, and he doesn’t even know they are fake.

It wasn't until 2011 that Yang Zhigao lost his mind and defrauded a certain leader of four million yuan. The following year, the leader was brought down, and he was unearthed.

After that, the old man became depressed, and the following year, he was diagnosed with cancer.

So, if we rank our enemies: the two fake Hong Kong people who sell backflow teapots are first, and Yang Zhigao is definitely second.

Finally met him?

He took a quick look and sat down calmly.

"I'm asking you." Shang Yan was a little curious, "Aren't you going back to school? Why are you back again?"

"Oh, Professor Wang said there's nothing to do at school, and I figured since I'm free anyway, I might as well broaden my horizons!"

Shang Yan felt that Lin Sicheng was not telling the truth, but it didn't matter.

Fang Jingxian smiled warmly and asked her sister to give Lin Sicheng a seat.

But no one cares.

Mr. Zhao didn't know Yang Zhigao, so he was a little suspicious, but he didn't care too much.

As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties, and it is impossible for one person to know everything.

With just a glance, he opened the lid of the box and took out the statue of Guanyin.

At the same time, he raised his flashlight and shone it behind Guanyin. Suddenly, a faint green light came into view:

Suddenly, no matter whether they understood or not, their eyes lit up.

A half-arm-high jade Guanyin statue stands quietly on the coffee table, with downcast eyes and a smile, and a compassionate appearance.

The traces of cotton wool are like gossamer threads, appearing and disappearing in the emerald green jade, like the wrinkles of a garment. The flashlight is like a ray of heavenly light, falling on the jade, revealing a pale blue like a cold pond.

Fang Jingxian narrowed his eyes, his heart was beating fast, and a light sound like wind blowing through leaves came from his lips.

beautiful.

The water is transparent and the color is bright... She doesn't even need to identify it, she can tell at a glance that it is a Yang Green High Ice Type.

The key point is, it’s still so big?
As if involuntarily, she slowly stood up, her fingertips brushing across the jade statue, feeling the unique coolness of the high-quality jadeite.

The word "bid" came to her lips, and suddenly she heard a "tapping" sound in her ears, and she subconsciously turned her head.

Lin Sicheng stared at the Guanyin statue intently. Perhaps because he was so engrossed in it, his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the tabletop.

For no apparent reason, Fang Jingxian felt a sudden sense of calm in her heart and breathed a sigh of relief: "President Yang, thank you for your help!"

"It should!"

Yang Zhigao took the lead and rolled up his sleeves. Then he opened his bag and took out the tools one by one.

Very stylish and impressive.

Mr. Zhao leaned back a little, exchanged glances with Yang Zhigao, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

It was extremely fast and insignificant, but Lin Sicheng caught it red-handed: As expected, a dog will always eat shit?

If this Guanyin was real, Lin Sicheng would dare to chew it and eat it.

(End of this chapter)