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

Chapter 21: Filling the Numbers
It was a false alarm.

At least that's what the doctors think: the amount of toxic gas inhaled through the respiratory tract is not much, and no "internal radiation" phenomenon has been found for the time being.

Because of timely cleaning, no pollutants penetrate through the pores and the superficial burning of the skin is extremely mild.

But Lin Sicheng didn’t think so: There is no reason. How could you get cancer in your previous life?

"Don't rush to be discharged. After all, the hospital has equipment that can monitor you at any time."

"It doesn't need to be too long. Stay for half a month first, and then do a systematic checkup."

"Also, quit smoking as soon as possible!"

Lin Sicheng's tone was solemn, and there was a certainty in it.

Lin Changqing and Lin Mingzhi looked at each other, feeling a sense of surprise that "the baby is still hanging on the pacifier, but suddenly he can be the master of the house."

Thinking that the old man didn't want to quit, Lin Sicheng frowned and said, "I won't let you quit in vain: as long as you quit, after graduation, I will go wherever you let me go."

Hey, there is such a good thing?
Lin Changqing's eyes lit up, "Really!"

"I'm your grandson, how can I lie to you?"

The old man immediately threw the cigarette box and lighter hidden under his pillow into the trash can: "Okay, I'll quit!"

Lin Sicheng struck while the iron was hot: "It's best not to open the stall. And those consultants from those units, fire anyone who can!"

The old man wanted to shake his head, his head was erected, and he hesitated again.

To him, Xiaodongmen was like a fish pond. Unless there were no goods coming, few goods could escape his ears and eyes.

If he makes a little more effort, it will be equivalent to half a lifetime of others. Can Lin Sicheng's family wealth also be a little richer?
Secondly, given his abilities, no matter where he worked as a consultant, even the most senior leaders would have to give him some respect. When Lin Sicheng graduated, he could join any company and still be guaranteed a job for several more years.

So he couldn't quit, at least not in the next few years. But Lin Sicheng hated this the most and used to get angry whenever he heard about it.

He pretended to be silent and said, "I've already signed the contract. I can't just quit. Wait until I'm discharged from the hospital!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: Are you going to use a roundabout tactic with me?
"If you can't do it, just push it to me. It's just a question. If I can't take care of it well, can I still take care of it badly?"

The old man was happy: "Okay, just take care of this afternoon first!"

"Not just this time, but in the future too. Just push it if you can."

"And you promised to quit smoking. My dad is my witness!"

Lin Changqing nodded and smiled.

After talking a lot, Lin Sicheng stood up and looked at Lin Mingzhi again.

Forget it, Dad is really unreliable. If I rely on him to supervise Grandpa, he will be turned against me in no time.

Let's do this for now.

He shook his head and left the ward.

Lin Mingzhi was confused: "No... Dad, what does he mean by shaking his head?"

What’s the point of having a father but not being able to rely on him?
Lin Changqing didn't say anything, but the father and son were connected by just a glance.

"Hey, what the hell?"

He cursed, and then became a little worried, "Let Chengwa help you identify it. Can he do it?"

Why not?

If he was still unsure before, but after staying in the hospital for a week, meeting Liu Meili and Shang Yan, and hearing from fellow collectors about the rumors in Xiaodongmen last weekend, the old man no longer had any doubts.

He has been a regular customer at the ghost market in Xiaodongmen since the 1980s, and most of the collections in his house came from that place.

After retirement, he was a permanent resident, so he knew all the good stuff coming into the market and what was on sale at each stall. But how could he not notice that chicken feather dangling and that Tibetan Tantric Vajrayogini statue after they had been there for so long?
Especially the latter, the Eight Scripts of Bas. This script has been out of circulation for seven or eight hundred years. He doesn't even recognize it, so how could Lin Sicheng know it?

Think again about the scene at the cultural relics company a few days ago: uranium yellow accelerated the decay of carbon atoms, deceiving carbon 14. Depleted uranium replaced the glaze crystal to release energy, deceiving thermoluminescence... These are not knowledge from books at all.

Including him, he had only heard a little about it. Where did Lin Sicheng learn it from?

Based on these two times, Lin Changqing was basically certain that, not to mention experience and knowledge reserves, at least in terms of vision, Lin Sicheng might not be worse than him.

So, what is there to worry about?
Think again about what Shang Yan said: Professor Lin, I suspect that Lin Sicheng is deliberately giving up. In fact, he knows better than anyone else and learns faster than anyone else.

Looking at it now, isn’t it true that he is better than anyone else?
I just can't understand it: if you are so rebellious, it's impossible that you will become successful by being rebellious?

But then think about Lin Mingzhi: He was a very obedient person, doing whatever his father told him to do. But the result was that he just muddled through, lived a carefree life, and didn't care about anything.

There are so many reasons: My father has arranged everything for me, why should I worry about it?

He sighed and knocked on the headboard: "It's not convenient to take a taxi all the time. Clean up your car and let Chengwa drive it."

"Then what should I drive?"

"You drive a Santana."

No... Chengwa is your eldest grandson, yes, but I am still your son. Are you so biased?

Lin Mingzhi lowered his eyebrows and muttered to himself, but did not dare to say a word.

Forget it, Santana is Santana.

If you dare to be stubborn again, you won’t even be able to drive your Santana...

……

It is indeed difficult to get a taxi. Not only are they cheap, but they also won’t take you if the distance is short.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes and having three taxis refuse to take him, Lin Sicheng simply took an illegal taxi. It took another ten minutes to reach the Municipal Cultural Relics Exchange Center.

It is also a subordinate unit of the Municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. Its responsibilities are similar to those of a cultural relics company, but it has its own folk museum, so its level is half a level higher and its scope is wider: it integrates the collection, trading, exhibition and promotion of cultural relics.

There were still five minutes before the agreed time, and Lin Sicheng hurried upstairs.

When I opened the door, I saw a crowd of people, filling up most of the conference room.

The leader was on the stage, and behind him was an electronic screen with a slogan: "National Day · Xijing Folk Museum's 'Sanqin Elegance' Exhibition Preparatory Seminar".

Lin Sicheng took a look and quietly sat down at the back.

But just as he sat down, a young man who looked like a secretary came over and asked, "Hello, which unit are you from?"

Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "No unit, my grandfather is Lin Changqing, he can't come to the hospital!"

"Oh, is Professor Dai Lin attending the conference?" The secretary handed him an unlettered guest card. "Take this first."

"it is good!"

Then, the secretary went up to the podium and whispered a few words into the ear of a female leader in the middle. The female leader raised her head and looked back.

There is a nameplate in front of her: Lan Ling.

The secretary's voice must have been quite loud, and everyone in the first two rows turned around.

Lin Sicheng actually saw a familiar face: Hao Jun from Rongbaozhai.

Then, he remembered that this person was also the secretary general of the Provincial Folk Art Association, and he really had to be invited to the exhibition preparation meeting of the Folk Museum like today's.

Lin Sicheng smiled and Hao Jun nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)