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

Chapter 41 Who Makes You Your Uncle
The two are older, probably a couple.

Following behind were three young men who looked very similar. The youngest boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, at most in high school.

Five people got out of the car, and their eyes fluttered: first at Lin Sicheng, then at the dog, and finally at the basin.

Imagine this: you are casually strolling down the street and you unexpectedly run into a dog with a dog bowl filled with dog shit in its mouth?

Upon closer inspection, the dog bowl turned out to be an antique, and an imperial utensil at that, worth nearly a million?

Just asking: Would TV drama actors dare to write like this?
After staring at Lin Sicheng, who was covered in mud, for a long time, the man finally smiled and said, "Can I take a look?"

"Of course!"

Hao Jun handed over the basin.

The man took it in his hand, but turned around and handed it to the younger girl among the three young men.

She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall, and her moon-white dress outlined her perfect curves.

Her hair is black and shiny, her eyebrows are long and slanted, her skin is fair, her facial features are bright, and her eyes are sparkling with star-like light.

His eyes, filled with curiosity and suspicion, moved around Lin Sicheng's face twice.

"Sister An Ning, here!"

The boy handed over some tissues.

"It's hard to see clearly with the cushion!"

She shook her head and took the basin.

He looks very focused, careful and skilled.

First, look at the exposed filigree at the bottom of the basin. Not only look, but also pick at it: use your fingernails to embed into the gaps between the filigree. This is to measure whether the copper wire is of uniform thickness and whether the spacing between the copper wires is consistent.

Then look at the edge of the pot: see if the concave curvature is natural, and then measure with your knuckles to see if the sunflower leaves are symmetrical with the overall shape.

Look at the glaze again: pinch a little from the broken part of the fish tail, grind it slowly with your fingernails, and observe the composition.

Finally, I looked at the price...

Hao Jun and Guan Xingmin looked at each other: Just by looking at the technique, you can tell that this is an expert.

Look at this professional attitude: Lin Sicheng just rinsed it with water, how clean can this basin be?

Anyway, they could still smell it even though they were so far away, but the girl didn't care at all and even kept touching and picking at it?
There is an antique market next to it. It is not surprising to meet an expert here. What is surprising is the age of this expert: twenty-three or twenty-four, or twenty-four or twenty-five?

The key point is, she is a woman?

But then think about Lin Sicheng next to him...

Forget it, don’t think about it. The more you think about it, the more embarrassing it becomes.

After reading for about ten minutes, the girl returned the basin to Hao Jun and looked at Lin Sicheng again: "Which Qing History Draft you mentioned earlier?"

Lin Sicheng thought without hesitation: "Sons of the Emperor Shengzu," "Six Kings," "Volume 505 Biographies 292."

The girl thought for a moment and said, "The first two are about Yunxiang, what about the last one?"

"Nian Xiyao, the General Manager of the Imperial Household Department and the Remote Supervisor of the Jingde Imperial Kiln."

"Which are the Qing Palace Archives?"

"'Clear Records of Works Done by the Imperial Workshops of the Hall of Mental Cultivation'!"

Remember so clearly?
Think about it again: Can he even be accurate to the year, month and day?

The more the girl looked at Lin Sicheng, the more curious she became: "Did you graduate from Peking University?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Never been there!"

The girl pursed her lips and took the tissue to wipe her hands: "Uncle, I think there is nothing wrong. Call my uncle and ask him to come and take a look!"

"Okay!" The man nodded and smiled again. "Everyone, it's noon now, let's have lunch together?"

Hao Jun shook his head and looked at Lin Sicheng, who was covered in mud and smelled of dog shit.

If you look like this, you'll be kicked out if you dare to enter the restaurant, right?
"Thank you. Forget about the meal. If you're interested, let's make an appointment to go to Rongbaozhai!"

The man's eyes lit up.

You can't just buy antiques, even if they are real things. He is still thinking about how to make the transaction safer?
Since you dare to go to Rongbaozhai, there is nothing to worry about.

"Okay, then three o'clock in the afternoon!"

"can!"

After exchanging phone numbers, both parties said goodbye and the family got into a Mercedes-Benz.

Throwing the two pieces of cloth into the trash can, Lin Sicheng untied the dog leash and said, "I'm not going to eat anymore. I'm going to take the dog back first!" "Come on up!" Hao Jun rolled his eyes and opened the trunk. "Put the dog in here!"

"I'm covered in mud!"

"What's wrong with being covered in mud? I sold the basin this afternoon, so why don't you just give me a replacement?"

"Row!"

Hao Jun was grinning, but when he saw Lin Sicheng nod, he immediately stopped smiling: "I'm just kidding, right?"

In Lao Guan's words: This guy is a bit stubborn. He will repay kindness and take revenge.

Do not believe?

It has been more than a week, and the two fake antique dealers who sold the celadon pot are still lying in the hospital.

Just for that purple clay teapot, if he dared to nod, Lin Sicheng would really buy him one.

"I can't eat, please take me home, brother. I'll also ask you to help me with the basin..."

"Aren't you going this afternoon?"

"We have to go to the hospital first."

Right.

Although there are no external injuries, it is still better to check it out just to be on the safe side.

After starting the car, Hao Jun first sent Lin Sicheng and the dog to the Xida staff housing compound.

……

The ivy turned wine red, and when the autumn wind blew, the palm-sized leaves rustled.

Wang Qizhi put his hands in his jacket pockets and walked out of the building absent-mindedly.

He heard two beeps behind him and realized that his car was parked on the side of the road.

After getting on the passenger seat, Shan Wangshu glanced at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"That student, Lin Sicheng, you've seen him too!"

Shan Wangshu had certainly seen it before, and he had a deep impression of it: "Well, what's wrong?"

"I'm wondering how to get him to take my graduate school exam?"

"Isn't he a bad student? Will he fail the exam?"

"What do you mean by bad? That's all just a rumor. That kid must have learned it so well..."

Wang Qizhi recounted what happened in the lab yesterday. "If we get him in, he'll definitely be better than Feng Lin."

"Then why don't you just let him take the exam?"

"I would like him to take the test, but it depends on whether he is willing to take it!"

Shan Wangshu was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief.

The youngest professor and the youngest department leader of Xi’an University.

For my first project after joining the company, I had no shortage of technology or funds, and I could easily write papers.

If it were any other student, they would probably try their best to get admitted. Why would Lin Sicheng be unwilling to do so?

Wang Qizhi shook his head: "You don't understand!"

"Okay, okay, I don't understand!" Shan Wangshu curled his lips and started the car. "Please help me watch the road!"

"Where are they, brother?"

"It's called Rongbaozhai!"

"It's right at the foot of the old city wall, past the Bell and Drum Tower, and then straight south along North Street! Oh, and by the way... has An Ning secured a job yet?"

"You just remembered?" Shan Wangshu glared at him. "Poly Auctions, sales assistant in the calligraphy and painting department!"

"Second sister ordered it?"

"Yes!" Shan Wangshu said with a half-smile, "He said that An Ning should first gain experience in the Xijing branch for two years!"

What kind of experience is this? This is clearly getting rid of a burden.

"I helped her take care of the baby before I got married. Now my baby is almost ten years old, and I'm still helping her take care of him?" Wang Qizhi sighed. "Let Ye Anning have the surname Wang, why Ye?"

Shan Wangshu laughed "hahahaha": "Who made you my uncle?"

(End of this chapter)