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

Chapter 105: Flattery
The ceiling light cast a pale light, and the reflections of the two people were nailed to the gray wall.

Yang Zhigao and Mr. Zhao watched Lin Sicheng intently as he walked out of the counter and turned into the aisle.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.

Those two glances were like two arrows, piercing straight at him.

Like a wolf?
Like an eagle?

Yang Zhigao felt like a prey being targeted?

His pupils suddenly shrank and he clenched the hand holding the teacup tightly.

I subconsciously avoided his gaze, and when I looked again, the person had disappeared.

"Fuck him!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed.

At that moment, without any reason, without any sign, and even out of control, I suddenly felt a little scared?
But I'm a fucking coward?
After struggling for half a lifetime, what kind of scenes have you not experienced, what kind of ruthless people have you not seen?

Being shocked by a child?
Secretly annoyed, he gritted his teeth: Millions of dollars in revenue were ruined by this little bastard?
I won't mess with you, my last name is not Yang.

Lin Changqing? Even Lin Changtian is useless...

"Old Zhao, get him!"

The voice was low and contained a hint of viciousness.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Yang Zhigao turned around and was stunned.

Old Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fixed on the door, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

This bastard is even worse than me?
Yang Zhigao opened his mouth and cursed: "What are you panicking about?"

It's more than just panic.

Mr. Zhao wiped his sweat and trembled his lips: "Chairman Yang, does he know I'm from Jinghong?"

Yang Zhigao was stunned for a moment.

He was so angry that he wanted to explode and kill the little bastard on the spot, so he really didn't pay attention.

"What happened to Jinghong?"

Mr. Zhao lowered his voice and roared, "He knows this is dangerous material!"

Yang Zhigao was shocked: "How is this possible?"

Mr. Zhao said nothing, but pointed toward the table. The two men's gazes involuntarily focused on the Guanyin statue in the center of the desk.

Then, they slowly moved upwards and collided with each other.

Suddenly, they were both shocked: there were tens of millions of hazardous materials in the store.

Although it is not easy to define, what I am afraid of is "not easy to define"...

"Old Zhao, don't panic... maybe that kid just happened to be there by chance!"

"Okay, I'm not panicking..."

Mr. Zhao nodded vigorously, but his hands were shaking...

……

The autumn sun scorched the road surface, and golden willow leaves swirled in the wind.

On the other side of the wall, the police badge of the Public Security Bureau flashed a dazzling light.

Shang Yan and Fang Jingxian stood stiffly by the car, their throats churning and their chests filled with a dry breath, but they couldn't exhale.

Instinctively, the two looked at each other, then turned their heads and stared at Lin Sicheng who was twenty steps away.

With the cell phone pressed to his ear, one hand in his pocket, his feet moving back and forth, unconsciously kicking the brick edge of the green flower belt.

Relaxed, casual, and laid-back.

The phone rang twice, and a lazy voice came from the other end, as if it had just woken up: "Lin Sicheng, you're so late?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned and looked at the time: That’s right, eleven o’clock?
"Teacher, you haven't gotten up yet?"

"No!" Wang Qizhi yawned. "I was planning to have a couple of drinks with you last night, but you didn't come, so I drank a little by myself!"

"And then you got yourself drunk?"

"What else? If you're in a good mood, shouldn't you drink to your heart's content?"

Lin Sicheng didn't know what to say.

There was another gulp of sound coming from the receiver, as if someone was drinking water: "Have you finished reading it for Shang Yan?"

"I'm done!" Lin Sicheng came back to his senses and got down to business. "I saw two pieces: a Sunday Buddha from the Wakhan period in Burma, and a standing Guanyin statue made of Wei material. They're both quite large, about half an arm's height." "Huh, a Sunday Buddha?" Wang Qizhi understood immediately. "Were they sold as tribute Buddhas to the Ming court?"

"almost!"

"Tsk, if it weren't for you, I'd have to pay at least two or three million. Shang Yan is really in my debt!" Wang Qizhi took a sip of water. "What's the other bottle?"

"The Jade Guanyin with bright green floating flowers is dangerous material!"

"Haha, that's millions again. Did the seller not hit you?"

Wang Qizhi laughed in gloating mood, but suddenly, his laughter stopped, "Wait a minute, what are you talking about!"

Lin Sicheng felt relieved: Wang Qizhi must know.

"Danger news!"

Wang Qizhi was stunned for a moment: How could this be a normal antique transaction? This was a setup...

After a pause of several seconds, Wang Qizhi's tone was solemn: "Where did you see it?"

“Kaiyuan!”

"any left?"

"Yes!" Lin Sicheng sighed. "In this entire store, with eight counters and four cabinets, there must be at least a few hundred items. I don't know how many are in the warehouse..."

"Warehouse, what warehouse are you in?"

Wang Qizhi took a breath and slammed the cup of water onto the table with a thud. "Lin Sicheng, you stabbed someone in the throat, did you know that?"

Lin Sicheng laughed, "I know!"

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Qizhi was almost sober. "Come back first, I'll take care of the rest!"

Lin Sicheng looked across and said, "Teacher, I'm at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau!"

What? Do you want to report a case?

Wang Qizhi sneered: "What a wild idea!"

Lin Sicheng was helpless: "Teacher, I originally came to see Director Guan for advice. But I think you have more experience, so I would like to ask you to help me analyze if I can handle this case: to what extent can I handle it?"

"It won't take long, two to three years at most. You know the reason well: local institutions lack scientific and effective identification methods. Hundreds or even thousands of items have to be sent to the capital for inspection. What kind of concept is that?"

To put it bluntly, it is too difficult to obtain evidence.

But enough is enough.

The dangerous information is just a trigger. It will be enough to put President Yang in jail, even if it is only for six months.

But Hetian jade is a real scam, and the amount involved is much higher, the scope is wider, and the impact is even worse. If it were to be exposed, President Yang would never be able to get out of this life.

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Thank you, teacher!"

"Go ask Guan Xingmin first, and when you come back, come home and we'll discuss it! And..."

After a pause, Wang Qizhi's voice became more serious. "As the saying goes, a cornered dog will eventually jump over the wall. Lin Sicheng, you'd better not be careless!"

"Teacher, I know!"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have run to the police station right after leaving the mall.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Rebirth after eighteen years was like being on a high, with so much power to borrow that it was almost impossible to do so. Therefore, Lin Sicheng never considered using any connections or conveniences to satisfy his own selfish desires.

But why not borrow when necessary?
Grudges are one thing, but morality is another: people like Yang Zhigao, who cheated others of their life's work, have harmed so many people that he himself can't even count them.

If I don't send it in, my thoughts won't make sense...

Pondering secretly, Lin Sicheng called Guan Xingmin again: "Director Guan, are you at work? Oh, I'm helping out at the provincial department. You go ahead and do your thing!"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask: Do you want to make a contribution?"

"Haha, you miss me so much, even in your dreams? That's good. I'll call you when you're not busy..."

After hanging up again, Lin Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief.

In addition to fraud, threats, extortion and other things, Yang Zhigao had done a lot of things in his previous life, so he was finally sentenced to life imprisonment with a two-year reprieve.

So, you really have to be careful.

But as the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm. Putting President Yang in jail one day earlier can help reduce the harm to others.

Hmm, thinking this way, revenge becomes secondary?
Fighting evil and upholding justice, being chivalrous and doing good... Aren't you talking about yourself?

Lin Sicheng was happily thinking about this and trying hard to put gold on his face...

(End of this chapter)