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

Chapter 33 Some people are always different
"Gudu, Gudu..."

The laboratory was filled with the fragrance of tea, and the iron certificate lay quietly at the bottom of the tea liquid, bubbling from time to time.

This is to allow the tea tannins to react with the rust layer, soak it statically for 24 hours, then take it out and dry it before using ultrasonic frequency vibration to remove the rust.

It needs to be repeated five to six times for more than a week.

But Lin Sicheng said in a text message that this method is not enough to clean it completely, and it needs to be treated with electrolytic desulfurization liquid and chelating agent to wash away the floating rust and harmful rust.

After that, desalination, dechlorination, corrosion inhibition, sealing and other processes are required.

He also listed the detailed steps and sent them to him via text message. But to be honest, Wang Qizhi didn't really understand them.

It's not just him. Apart from a few well-known institutions such as the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, the Department of Materials Science and Engineering of Beijing University of Technology, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, the National Museum of China, and the Beijing Cultural Heritage Bureau, there are few people in the country who understand it.

These units also started their research last year after the "Iron Cultural Relics Protection Plan" was listed as a "Key Social Science Research Project of the 11th Five-Year Plan" by the state.

Before this, domestic technology for the preservation and restoration of iron cultural relics was essentially nonexistent. The reason was simple: the country had no money, so it could only prioritize important tasks over less important ones, and prioritize urgent tasks over less urgent ones.

This is also why the papers mentioned by Lin Sicheng are concentrated in 2006.

It is for this reason that Wang Qizhi found it strange: apart from journal articles, Lin Sicheng had no other channels or means to access this kind of information.

But to say that just by relying on a few papers, Lin Sicheng can understand the specific technical content, master it thoroughly, and even deduce the specific experimental details and precise data is bullshit.

Not to mention Lin Sicheng, even Einstein couldn’t do it.

But the problem arose again: he called a friend at the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, and his friend actually said that what Lin Sicheng sent him was the standard process for the restoration of iron artifacts.

Including the bottle of acid that Lin Sicheng had just prepared: If Wang Qizhi's test was correct, it would be the standard "quick rust removal solution for iron."

It is true that there are dangers, but they are completely controllable.

What’s more crucial is that: the patent has just been applied for, and the R&D unit, Beihua Chemical, has not yet started mass production. How did Lin Sicheng know the specific ratio data?
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Wang Qizhi felt that this student was full of question marks.

The keyboard made a few sounds and Wang Qizhi came back to his senses.

Feng Lin stared at the computer screen, biting her lips tightly, her eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

Look carefully: "Journal of Archaeology", Issue 8, 2006: Ultraviolet imaging: Application of surface penetration combined with imaging technology in the analysis of iron rust layer composition.

There is no problem with the research content, the journal, or the sponsoring organization.

The question is Lin Sicheng: Who, when reading a journal, would remember the year, month, and day so clearly?
Thinking about it this way, that kid is even weirder.

He nodded at the table: "Xiao Feng, get off work!"

"Ah? Oh, okay..."

Feng Lin came to her senses, holding the mouse and clicking the cross repeatedly. Wang Qizhi then realized that she had opened not just this one article, but many, all of which were journals and papers that Lin Sicheng had mentioned before.

It seems that he is stimulated?
Very normal.

I'm a professor, but I was also shocked.
Just as she was thinking this, Feng Lin raised her head, a look of shame on her face, her eyes filled with surprise, even confusion: "Professor Wang, these papers... I can't understand them!"

Wang Qizhi moved his lips, not knowing how to comfort her.

Different fields are like different worlds. It's normal that you don't understand.

Didn’t he understand the process and the sealed potion that Lin Sicheng just sent him?

Wang Qizhi sighed: "Everyone has their own expertise. Your research direction is different from his." Is that true?
Feng Lin bit her lip. "But Professor Wang, Lin Sicheng is only a senior? And... and... he failed so many courses before?"

Wang Qizhi was speechless: Yes, Lin Sicheng is only a senior, where did his "research" come from?
And he's a poor student?
He had heard rumors that Lin Sicheng didn't want to study at Xi'an University, so he had a quarrel with Professor Lin and deliberately gave up, failing every course.

But privately, he is more studious than anyone else and learns faster than anyone else.

But no matter how fast you learn, it’s impossible to learn everything quickly, right?

It is even more impossible that he is so outstanding that he shows off his skills to others?
Appreciation and finding bargains can be said to be family traditions, but what about research?
If you don’t go into the laboratory and just rely on theory, forget it.

After thinking about it, Wang Qizhi said something particularly impressive: "Some people are always different from others!"

After a short pause, he smiled again: "Don't worry about it, let's go home!"

Feng Lin sighed deeply: "Okay, Professor Wang!"

Life must go on, and work must go on. There are always people better than you, so there is really no need to dwell on it.

Feng Lin turned off the computer and the lights.

After leaving the lab and locking the door, she suddenly remembered: "Professor Wang, since the lab is looking for interns, can we recruit Lin Sicheng?"

Wang Qizhi was stunned for a moment: Huh, why didn’t I think of this?
Of course it’s impossible for him to be an intern. Even if he is willing to recruit, would Lin Sicheng be willing to come?
He can make hundreds of thousands of dollars with just one move. Unless he is crazy, he would be willing to work like a beast of burden for twelve hours a day and earn less than a thousand dollars a month.

But you can let him study for a master's degree. He is now in the first semester of his senior year. Isn't the timing just right?
After thinking about it for a while, Wang Qizheng shook his head again.

A few days ago, he heard that Professor Liu, who teaches "Scientific Archaeology", and Professor Shang, who studies ceramic restoration, both wanted Lin Sicheng to apply for their graduate studies.

At that time, many people said that Lin Sicheng was such a fool that he had no chance of passing the exam unless these two people strongly recommended him, so Professor Lin must have used a backdoor.

He had doubted it at the time, but now it seems that his doubts were correct:
If Lin Sicheng was a fool, how could one infer his occupation, or even his specific work address and unit, just by looking at his hands?
This kid is like a needle in a bag, his edge is exposed and he can't hide it anymore.

Therefore, even if I want to recruit him, he may not be willing to come: after all, from a business perspective, those who work with bronzes are definitely not as good as those who work with porcelains, and if he wants to take the exam, he should take the postgraduate exam for Shang Yan.

Because the country does not allow the sale of bronze ware.

But it all depends on man.

After thinking about it, Wang Qizhi took out his mobile phone, but after calling twice, the call kept saying that the call was busy.

Forget it, I'll ask him in person tomorrow.

"Please contact Teacher Yang and ask what classes the Cultural Heritage Class 1 has tomorrow. If you have time, I'll ask Lin Sicheng to come over and talk to us in person."

"Okay, Professor Wang!"

Feng Lin responded and dialed the phone.

After a while, Feng Lin hung up the phone. "Professor Wang, the Cultural Heritage Conservation Class has two main classes tomorrow: Earthen Site Protection and Stone Kiln Reinforcement... But Teacher Yang said Lin Sicheng asked for leave again, saying his brother is sick!"

Isn’t this nonsense?
All the teachers in the college knew that Lin Sicheng was the only son in three generations. That was why Professor Lin was so strict with him.

So, where did he get his brother?
Wang Qizhi took out his cell phone and sent a text message: Where are you from, brother?
The phone vibrated and Lin Sicheng took a look.

No...it's only been a few minutes since I asked for leave, how did Professor Wang know?
As for my brother, you haven’t kissed me yet, but you haven’t done anything with me yet?

(End of this chapter)