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

Chapter 12 How is it possible?
It's only the end of August, and the autumn heat hasn't gone away yet. The sun is so strong that I can't open my eyes, and my neck feels like it's being roasted by fire.

Lin Sicheng quickly hid under the wall and waved back, "Aren't you hot?"

heat.

But compared to the shock in my heart, the heat was so insignificant.

In this society and this era, whether a man is capable or not and whether he can make money is always the most important criterion, no doubt about it.

If we have to make a comparison: Li Zhen is an assistant teacher, earning 1,600 yuan a month, which is less than 20,000 yuan a year.

In the field of cultural relics and museums, her work is enough to make 99% of her seniors jealous.

Where is Lin Sicheng?
One feather duster costs 80,000, how much do four of them cost?

There's no comparison.

What Li Zhen found most difficult to accept was the contrast between rumors and reality.

Rumor has it that Lin Sicheng often asks for leave, skips classes, fails several subjects in one semester, and is even worse than a poor student.

But in reality: A little effort from Lin Sicheng, a poor student, is equivalent to more than ten or twenty years of hard work by a top student like her.

The impact was quite strong, the feelings were quite deep, and my mind was a bit confused.

I can’t think about it anymore. If I continue thinking about it, I’ll probably start to question my life.

She took a deep breath and patted Xiao Yuzhu again.

"Ah, Senior Sister?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about that expert Sheng: No wonder he was so kind and reminded Lin Sicheng that something was wrong. It turns out he was trying to steal the Buddha statue from Lin Sicheng?"

Li Zhen was stunned: Why is it different from what I thought?
“Yuzhu, he made three hundred thousand!”

"I know, but I'm so shocked and can't figure it out, that I don't find it strange anymore. Just like that expert:
Even if he's a liar, his identity as an expert shouldn't be fake, right? Why didn't he see the value of that Buddha statue after looking at it for so long? Lin Sicheng didn't even spend three minutes looking at it?"

Li Zhen didn't know how to answer.

When she thought of Lin Sicheng's age, it felt so unreal.

"Maybe it's just a gift from heaven."

"What about studying? Is his grandfather a professor?"

"Didn't he say that he was learning in the wrong direction? He spent too much time on the supplementary courses related to appreciation, and fell behind in the main course!"

Xiao Yuzhu thought for a moment: It seems this is the only reason left?

The two walked and stopped, whispering to each other, and when they walked into the shade, a thin layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"I'm starving. What should I eat?" Lin Sicheng fanned himself with his hands. "Just so you know, I don't eat small shells!"

First, it doesn’t taste good.

Secondly, if she really went to Xiao Beike, this girl would probably have to eat dirt for the next month.

Xiao Yuzhu looked puzzled: "Can you still eat?"

"Why can't I eat?"

"Three hundred thousand huo, I'm worried about you, how are you going to spend it?"

"How can I spend it?" Lin Sicheng chuckled. "If I buy a house, it'll be gone!"

Yes, the price of houses in better areas of Xijing is almost four thousand!

Thinking about it this way, even though Lin Sicheng earned 300,000, it seems that’s all?

Xiao Yuzhu suddenly stopped worrying: "I want to eat mutton soup steamed buns, but you have to treat me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."

"It's my treat, but can you please have something nice to eat?"

"Another helping of cold meats!"

"Tsk, quite promising!"

Xiao Yuzhu gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"No time tomorrow!"

He has to find a house.

The previous rental house was too small and uncomfortable to live in.

Besides, I'll find more and more things in the future, and it's impossible to sell them all on the spot. It's also not easy to take them home, so I have to find a safe place.

It can’t be too far from the school, it’s best to be right inside the school.

But it’s probably not easy to rent.

Thinking secretly, Lin Sicheng stretched out his hand and a taxi stopped by the roadside.

"Master, Tong Shengxiang!"

……

Pao Mo is delicious, but the portion is too small.

Lin Sicheng hit the large bowl, which was as big as a human head, three times, almost making Li Zhen and Xiao Yuzhu drop their jaws.

Don’t you remember having such a big appetite in your previous life?
No, it’s not that I don’t remember, it’s definitely not that big.

It seems like my memory has become stronger too? Even the scene of playing with lighters with Gu Ming when I was a child and being hung up and beaten by my mother is still vivid in my mind.

I don’t know if this is a benefit of rebirth?

Lin Sicheng walked into the school gate while fantasizing secretly.

……

Heritage College, Administration Building.

Wang Qizhi looked around his new office.

It's very big and is fully equipped with computers, furniture, and a brand new treadmill.

Behind him stood two teachers, a man and a woman, both around thirty years old.

After thinking about it, he decided it would be better to get straight to the point:
"Teacher Ding, I'm new here and lack experience, so please take care of the work on the Youth League Committee side. Besides, I'm just a temporary position, so my focus will still be on teaching. So, if Teacher Ding feels it's necessary, you can report directly to Secretary Zhang."

The male teacher was stunned: Even if it was just a temporary position, his level was real.

I've been working in the college's Youth League Committee for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen a new leader planning to quit right after taking office?

But it was just a thought in his mind. Teacher Ding quickly responded: "Okay, Secretary Wang!"

Wang Qizhi smiled gently: "Okay, then you go ahead and get busy!"

Teacher Ding said goodbye and helped him close the door.

Hearing the footsteps going up the stairs, getting farther and farther away and lighter, Wang Qizhi waved his hand: "Let's go!"

"Secretary Wang, where are you going?"

"Don't call me secretary anymore, it sounds awkward. Calling me professor or teacher is fine too!"

Wang Qizhi walked straight out and said, "Go to the teaching building and ask Secretary Chen how the classes are scheduled for this week."

"Ah!" The new female teaching assistant was a little confused. "Wang... Professor Wang, are you really going to teach?"

Wang Qizhi said as if it was a matter of course: "As a researcher, why shouldn't I teach students?"

It was also his own fault for not asking clearly in advance: he was transferred from Baoji because he was tired of administrative work. If he had known there was such a thing as a temporary position, he would definitely have considered it.

But his organizational relationship had already been transferred, and it was too late for him to regret.

Can only think of another way.

Pondering secretly, he went down the administrative building, and the female teaching assistant followed behind him in a daze.

The weather was nice and sunny.

The locust leaves were covered with dew, and the air was slightly damp, with the unique coolness of early autumn. A few sparrows hopped around, pecking at cypress seeds that had been blown down by the wind.

The classmates were in groups of three or two, full of vigor and youth.

Wang Qizhi took a deep breath: School is still the best.

If you only do research and teach by the way.

After a few idle groans, Wang Zhiqi thought about how to present facts and reason when he arrived at the Academic Affairs Center.

He did not have high requirements and first arranged a few open classes to practice his skills while applying for research projects at the same time.

Of course, he'd have to go to the university leadership for this. But the university didn't need to make things difficult for him. He had existing projects, a clear research direction, and ample funding. The university just needed to sign off and arrange for a laboratory.

Hey, why didn’t you tell the school leaders on Saturday?
Oh yeah, I got drunk...

Just as I was feeling frustrated, a familiar figure came into view, walking slowly towards the teaching building.

Wang Qizhi was stunned for a moment: It looked like the kid who sold him "Yanhuang Chunqiu" last Friday.

Did I make a mistake, or was it just dazzlement?
Before he could concentrate, Lin Sicheng had already entered the building. He pointed quickly and said, "Teacher Feng, do you recognize that student? Yes, he's quite tall, the boy who just walked in!"

Teacher Feng squinted his eyes and took a look: "It seems to be Lin Sicheng from the senior liberal arts class!"

It turned out to be Lin Sicheng.

We checked each other's names when transferring money at the bank, and later exchanged phone numbers.

What I said at that time: What he studied must be related to cultural relics.

Look, I ran into him just after arriving at school?
"How was studying?"

"Not very good!" Teacher Feng said bluntly, "I failed several courses in one semester."

"What?"

I thought he was surprised that such a student had not been expelled. Teacher Feng hesitated and lowered his voice: "He is the grandson of Vice President Lin!"

Wang Qizhi was stunned: Lin Changqing, the former leader of the porcelain protection and restoration discipline at the Heritage College?

They wondered how he knew so much, and it turned out to be due to his family background in learning.

Subconsciously, Wang Qizhi recalled the scene in the bank: You study bronzeware and work in Baoji, right?

Haha... failed several subjects in one semester?

How can it be!

"Let's go to the Academic Affairs Office first!"

Since we are in the same school, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

(End of this chapter)