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

Chapter 113: The Return of the Special Skill
The street lights were dim, making the two figures look slender.

The evening breeze is wrapped in the autumn coolness, with a slight dampness and a few traces of the fragrance of grass and trees.

A colorful butterfly fluttered, swayed, and landed silently on Lin Sicheng's shoulder.

He looked up at the moon, and the stars in the sky turned into golden beads.

Ye Anning wrapped the collar of her windbreaker and smiled softly, "Lin Sicheng, we're here!"

"Ah, so fast?"

Lin Sicheng woke up as if from a dream and looked up.

At some point, the two of them arrived downstairs of the family building. The lights were bright and the sound of television could be heard.

Inadvertently, the window on the second floor shook, and it seemed as if something flashed past.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and Lin Sicheng was not sure: "I think... I saw Master's wife?"

Still like?
She stood there, watching for several minutes.

Ye Anning pursed her lips, raised her finger and flicked it gently. The colorful butterfly flapped its wings clumsily and flew crookedly into the grass.

“Is that craftsmanship very unique?”

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Yes, it's blasted pearls gilded with gold, very rare!"

"It's not out of town. You can go and see it when you're not busy. Give me a call then. I'm nearby!"

Ye Anning smoothed the hair by her ears and said, "I've been busy all day. Don't think about it anymore. Go back and have a good sleep..."

"Okay!" Lin Sicheng replied, then thought again, "Sister An Ning, how is your work going?"

Ye Anning smiled and said, "Uncle didn't tell me?"

"I've said some!"

Lin Sicheng just thought that the two of them were friends after all, so it would be fine if he didn’t remember it, but if he did remember it, he would definitely ask.

Ye Anning smiled: "Everything is fine!"

All is good.

"Sister An Ning, please go up!"

"it is good!"

Ye Anning nodded, turned and entered the unit door. With a "click", the lock tongues buckled together.

Lin Sicheng put his hands in his pockets and walked back slowly, his head hanging down as if he was counting ants.

Shan Wangshu stood by the window, watched him walk away, and pulled the curtains.

Then, the sound of a lock being unlocked was heard at the door. Ye Anning walked in, changed her shoes, and hung up her bag and windbreaker.

Shan Wangshu smiled and said, "What are you talking about? Why are you standing downstairs for so long?"

Ye Anning pursed her lips: "Nothing!"

"Ah?" Shan Wangshu was stunned. "Then why did you stand there for so long?"

“Think about it!”

Wang Qizhi just took a sip of tea and almost spit it out.

Shan Wangshu turned around and glared at him: How dare you laugh?
She thought for a moment, "Did Lin Sicheng just stare blankly the entire time, not saying a word? Would he stop mid-walk and either look up at the sky or down at the ground?
It's the same when he's eating. His eyes are fixed on the food, but his pupils are completely unfocused. He's not even aware of what's on his chopsticks or what's being fed into his mouth. How dare he eat a plate of maggots?

Ye Anning laughed out loud and nodded vigorously.

"Hopeless!"

Shan Wangshu covered his forehead, "No wonder they are master and disciple?"

Wang Qizhi also laughed and put down his teacup: "What kind of antiques did you take Bai Wan to see that made Lin Sicheng so embarrassed?"

"It was just a piece of gold and an agate cup. He looked at them quickly and said they were both imitations... But in the end, Teacher Bai bought the Dehua white bowl that hadn't been repaired yet, offering 180,000 yuan and saying he'd come over tomorrow to pay..." "It was the lard white bowl, right?" Wang Qizhi paused. "Does Bai Wan have such good taste?"

"She brought it back to show Teacher Zhang!"

"Zhang Jindong, no wonder!" Wang Qizhi nodded. "He spent over two hundred on the porcelain pieces, and sold them for eighteen hundred, which is not bad!"

If he were to sell it, it would be worth at least 200,000 yuan.

"You call this 'not bad'? Wang Qizhi, how much do you make from repairing a piece of bronzeware? Thirty to fifty thousand is the maximum. Besides, how many pieces do you repair in a year?"

Although he had long been numbed by the shock, Shan Wangshu still sighed: Every day I hear that Lin Sicheng makes money, either tens or hundreds of millions, even millions, which is faster than printing money with a printing machine.

"How many bronze artifacts have you seen that can be traded normally?" Wang Qizhi argued, then became suspicious. "Then what is Lin Sicheng worried about?"

"It's not worry, it's curiosity." Ye Anning thought for a moment, "It seems that the craftsmanship on those two pieces of gold jewelry is very rare: what kind of 'rhenium' was used?
Lin Sicheng said that with just a tiny amount of gilding, copper could be made into fake gold… and even fire wouldn’t work!”

Wang Qizhi was stunned and thought to himself, Lin Sicheng is so powerful that he even knows about rhenium?
He didn't know what rhenium was until he went to Baoji (the largest rhenium ore producing area in China, accounting for 70% of the country's total reserves) and helped a leader of Lianshi Aviation (a leading domestic rhenium mining company) to identify antiques. Only then did he know what rhenium was.

Few people know that this thing can be used to fake gold, and even fewer know that it can be used to cross-contaminate gold, making it impossible to detect even by burning it.

Wang Qizhi felt that this kid knew more about crooked ways than the righteous ways?
Just as his imagination was wandering, Ye Anning suddenly asked, "Uncle, what is Exploding Pearl Gilding?"

Wang Qizhi paused holding the teacup, his eyes widening as he asked, "What gold?"

"Exploding beads and gilding!"

With a clang, Wang Qizhi slammed the teacup onto the coffee table. "He said it himself, 'Gold-plated with pearls?'"

"Yeah... Lin Sicheng was in a daze all night, thinking about this the whole time!"

What's the point of being in a daze? I'm even more stupid...

Wang Qizhi stood up, felt in his pocket, and looked around: "Where's my phone...Honey, where's my phone?"

"Wang Qizhi, what's wrong with you?"

"What do you know?"

After searching around, Wang Qizhi fished out his phone from the crack in the sofa. "A palace secret technique that's been lost for hundreds of years has reappeared in the world. Tell me, am I excited?"

He dialed the number and then said: "The number you dialed is turned off..."

"What time is it?"

Wang Qizhi was a little confused and looked at Ye Anning.

"I don't know, the power must be out!"

"Then why don't you bring him upstairs, since you two are downstairs?"

"It's because he was so absorbed in it that I didn't dare to bring it up!"

Ye Anning snorted, "Once he comes, can you two chat all night long?"

"Nonsense, how can one night be enough?"

It was too late, otherwise Wang Qizhi would have taken Lin Sicheng to rush into the store.

Just as I replied, my phone buzzed.

Wang Qizhi clicked it open and narrowed his eyes. It was just a text message, no more than ten words: Professor Wang, it's done!

After reading it again, Wang Qizhi's mood suddenly relaxed.

I almost forgot that Lin Sicheng just stirred up a hornet's nest.

He thought about it and typed six words on the keyboard: Secretary Ding, we're in trouble!
Then he grabbed his phone and went into the bedroom: "Go to bed!"

Ye Anning and Shan Wangshu looked at each other in bewilderment: "Aunt, why is my uncle so weird?"

"Who knows?" After taking a look, Shan Wangshu waved his hand, "Don't worry about him, go to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)