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

Chapter 29 Eighty thousand!

What is kiln-changed porcelain?
It is beyond the reach of human skill, and not even one like it can be found in millions of kilns.

On the way to the hospital, Hao Jun had thought: Even if it's a Man Sheng pot, selling it for six million... isn't that possible?

Now he knew, he waved his hand to interrupt Lin Sicheng, who hadn’t said the second half of the sentence: Senior Brother, this is kiln-changed porcelain.

Hao Jun said that Lin Sicheng paid for the pot. Lin Changqing was extremely shocked and stunned. Guan Xingmin was also very surprised:
Lao Lin, this is your grandson, why are you so shocked?
Now I know: because this pot is kiln-changed porcelain.

How rare is it?
Xijing, the ancient capital of more than a decade, is a hotbed for cultural relic smuggling, with a wide variety of artifacts passing through its doors each year. But it wasn't until today that Guan Xingmin finally got to see what kiln-changed porcelain actually looked like!

He sighed and frowned again: "But purple clay is not glazed, so how can it be said to have undergone kiln changes?"

"Lin Sicheng said that the composition of Liyang clay is very special: first, it has a low alumina content, but high quartz and feldspar content. Add to that the high iron oxide content and the ridiculously high blue copper content, and the kiln temperature of around 1200 degrees Celsius, and you have the perfect conditions for the coloring of the iron-copper glaze..."

Of course, this is only the main reason; there must be other additional conditions to constitute kiln change… Not to mention the many factors, it is quite complicated and he couldn’t explain it clearly.”

It's not just Lin Sicheng who can't explain it clearly?

Even the most advanced modern science and technology has not yet figured out the specific reasons for porcelain kiln changes.

"But he's only a few years old, and he knows so much?"

"I don't know. I guess Professor Lin and Director Lin haven't figured it out either, otherwise they wouldn't be so shocked!"

This is true.

Lin Changqing was slightly better, especially Lin Sicheng's father, whose expression at that time was enough to make people laugh to death.

Guan Xingmin smiled again: "You are quite generous. Not to mention half, even if it's 10%, that's still 500,000 or 600,000. You just don't want it?"

"Am I that close?"

Hao Jun uttered a "huh" and told the story of how Old Liu knew the truth and sent people to pry open the bag, then sighed:
"Old Guan, put yourself in Lin Sicheng's shoes. If you found a bargain right in front of me, would you tell me without hesitation: This is kiln-changed porcelain, worth at least five or six million?"

Guan Xingmin was stunned for a moment and speechless.

Maybe I would say it, but I wouldn't be so frank. At the very least, I would hesitate.

This has nothing to do with character or quality, but is human nature and instinct.

Compared with Master Liu, who has been working with Hao Jun day and night and has worked with him for many years, they are really like heaven and earth.

Tsk, no wonder Lao Hao feels this way.

"This guy is good!"

The traffic light happened to be red, so Hao Jun stepped on the brakes: "Isn't that nonsense?"

……

In the hospital, the three of us looked at each other.

Lin Mingzhi felt like he was dreaming: his son went out at noon, attended a meeting on behalf of his grandfather, took a walk around Xicang, and then earned six million yuan without any effort?

That’s six million!

Even if he doesn't eat or drink, he won't be able to earn enough in three lifetimes.

What he couldn't understand even more was: they had the same ancestor, the same genes, almost identical faces, and he was the father, so why wasn't he as outstanding as his son?

Look down again: It feels no different?

Just as he was feeling unbelievable, Lin Changqing pointed to the wardrobe and said, "Sicheng, bring me my coat!"

"Oh."

Lin Sicheng stood up and helped Lin Changqing get his jacket.

The old man took out his wallet, pulled out a card, and handed it forward: "Don't rush to sell the pot, keep it for two years. There's some money on this card, you can use it first."

Lin Sicheng didn't answer: "I still have money. Rongbaozhai still owes me 300,000!"

"Oh, I forgot!" Lin Changqing nodded, "If it's not enough, just let me know!"

"Grandpa, I know!"

Lin Mingzhi sat next to them, his eyes wide open.

He has seen this card before. The money in it is more than just "a little bit". Can the old man just give it to him?
Lin Sicheng still doesn’t want it?
The key question is: where did Lin Sicheng get the 300,000 yuan? Adding the 80,000 yuan he earned before, he had worked for 20 years and still hadn't earned that much.

Lin Mingzhi felt like he was being scratched by a cat, but since Lin Changqing was there, how could he dare to ask?

The old man thought for a moment and said, "You're going to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yes grandpa!"

"Well, I'll call Shang Yan and Professor Liu tomorrow and tell them not to interfere with your postgraduate entrance exam..."

The old man paused for a moment and sighed again. "I know there are some things you don't like to hear, but I still have to say this: simply accumulating wealth is actually a very abnormal thing. If the accumulation speed is too fast, it will attract all kinds of troubles and even risks.

In comparison, whether it's the rules, atmosphere, values, or even human nature, schools are much simpler and purer than the outside world. More importantly, resources are more concentrated, and the opportunities to strengthen one's own strength and expand one's influence are far greater than outside..."

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment and nodded.

The old man is afraid that he will eventually grow old, but by then, he will not have the background and strength to match his wealth.

It's like a child carrying gold through the market.

That's why my grandfather insisted that I pursue a master's degree so that I could accumulate experience and continue to build up my armor.

But why not fold it for dad?
Subconsciously, he turned his head.

Lin Changqing sighed: "Don't look at your father. If he could be relied upon, why would I control you so strictly?"

Lin Mingzhi's face turned dark and his lips trembled: Why am I unreliable?
Lin Changqing nodded at the table: "Don't be dissatisfied, and don't say you've made money. Wait until you stop losing money!"

His eyes froze for a moment, and Lin Mingzhi moved his lips but did not dare to say a word.

Lin Changqing sighed again: "My eyesight is not good enough, but there are people with good eyesight at home. I will do it less alone in the future!"

Lin Mingzhi smiled awkwardly again.

Don’t mention it, I could only rely on my father before, but now there is one more person.

Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: After all, Dad was wrong. Did he use the 8,000 yuan he cheated Mom out of to patch up the hole?

Instead, he was frightened and didn't dare to ask. He kept thinking about it for several days: Is Dad going to do anything terrible?

He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his fingers quietly.

Lin Mingzhi's eyes lit up.

It's not necessary to ask for money. It's natural to spend your father's money, but spending your son's money is a bit too much.

But if I call Lin Sicheng to look at anything in the future, will he be available at any time?
At least he doesn't have to get scolded every time he calls me dad.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a creaking sound at the door, and Jiang Yanwan walked into the ward carrying a lunch box.

"There's no portion for you two, go down and eat it by yourselves!"

She pointed at Lin Mingzhi and Lin Sicheng, and was startled when she saw the card on the coffee table: "Dad, what are you doing?"

I took out all my savings... Why does it sound like I'm leaving a last will?

"Dad is happy, let's take it out and let Lin Sicheng take a look!"

It's all bullshit.

She glared at Lin Mingzhi, put the card into her wallet, and then stuffed it into her jacket pocket. Just as she was about to put away the purple clay teapot, Lin Mingzhi took the lead and carefully picked it up.

"Wait a minute, this thing is worth six million!"

"How many?"

"Six million!"

Jiang Yanwan subconsciously looked at the jacket on the chair.

"It wasn't my father's money, it was my son's own money: 80,000!" Lin Mingzhi frowned and lowered his voice, "Lin Sicheng really only spent 80,000!"

Looking at her father-in-law's face, Jiang Yanwan's heart couldn't stop beating.

80,000, earn 6 million!
What does six million in 2007 mean?
Jiang Yanwan's hands couldn't help but tremble.

(End of this chapter)