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

Chapter 53 Is this still a scientific world?
The Coaster drove out of the school gate, the scenery on the street kept receding, and Wang Qizhi's face became darker and darker.

When he was working in the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Baoji Bronze Museum, he was most annoyed by this, so he applied to be transferred to the university.

But he found that even in the ivory tower, such things could not be avoided.

Then think about the boasts I made to Lin Sicheng last night while drunk: As long as I am here, you can do whatever you want in school.

What happened is: he had to take it away first?
Lin Sicheng suppressed his laughter and said, "Maybe you're overthinking it. It must be a coincidence!"

There is a little bit, but not absolutely.

Wang Qizhi didn't say anything and pointed behind him.

Apart from the director of the school office who is in charge of administrative affairs, there are six professors: two on calligraphy and painting, two on ceramics, and one on jade and stone carving. He is the only one who studies bronzes.

Coincidentally, Xi'an University has the most professors studying bronze artifacts. So, before he came, did bronze artifacts not get appraised?

"It's just passive resistance at best," Lin Sicheng said seriously. "Put yourself in their shoes: you stole their project and occupied the school's largest lab, and you're not going to let them get upset?"

Wang Qizhi was speechless.

Forget it, let’s seek peace in the struggle!

He sighed and prepared to make a symbolic mobilization, but as soon as he turned his head, he was subconsciously stunned.

Immediately, I felt much better.

The six professors all brought their assistants, some with one, some with two, filling up most of the Coaster.

The professors were okay, probably used to it, but the teaching assistants and graduate students were either mumbling or glancing ahead constantly.

Their expressions varied: some expressed envy, some jealousy, and some even showed contempt.

Could it be that they despise him as the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee?
Of course, he was looking down on Lin Sicheng, the poor student: Professor Lin used the backdoor again, right?
Otherwise, how could he, an undergraduate student who doesn't even have the qualifications to carry a bag, follow Professor Wang so openly?
Fool...don't push your face...mud can't be plastered on the wall...

Wang Qizhi could imagine how these assistants were cursing Lin Sicheng in their hearts, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

"Lin Sicheng, do you think that we are a good match as master and disciple?"

Lin Sicheng was confused: "Why?"

"They're all relatives!" Wang Qizhi pointed back, "If you don't believe me, just look behind!"

Lin Sicheng turned his head: the one who was muttering stopped, and the one who was sneering also controlled his expression.

But the gaze was still direct.

Lin Sicheng smiled indifferently: "He who can endure the trials of life is a true man, and he who is not envied by others is a mediocre person!"

No matter how thick-skinned Wang Qizhi was, he couldn't help blushing: He said this to Lin Sicheng last night, patting his chest.

Of course he was the one praising himself...

……

The Municipal Bureau is right next to the Drum Tower and it took about half an hour to drive there.

The contact was very hasty, and the arrival was even more hasty, but the bureau took it very seriously: a deputy director, the director of the forensic center and two deputy directors were waiting downstairs early.

The other professors had been here many times and were familiar with each other. Guan Xingmin focused on introducing Wang Qizhi.

It was exactly the same as when we were in the hospital office: several leaders had smiles on their faces, shaking hands after holding each other, saying that they had heard a lot about me, but they were wondering in their hearts: Wow, how much did he drink?

Is this Secretary Wang a drunkard?

Wang Qizhi forced a smile, his face red from beginning to end, and he wanted to slap himself twice.

"I'll let you drink too much, won't that be embarrassing?" After a brief introduction, the two deputy directors led the way. As they stepped onto the stairs, Guan Xingmin waved his hand.

Then, he moved closer: "Director Chen, Director Zhang, this is Lin Sicheng..."

Worried that the two leaders would forget, he reminded them: "Municipal Cultural Relics Company, Backflow Teapot!"

It's no exaggeration to say that in an instant, the two leaders' four eyes lit up. At the same time, the deputy director's hand also reached out.

How many times had they been scolded in the past half month because of this young man? Every time, they were scolded harshly and ruthlessly.

But if it weren't for the young man before them, they would have been more than just scolded, they would have been slapped with hats. And in piles...

The director shook his head once, then again. His smile was no longer a formal one, but more sincere: "Student Lin, thank you for your hard work!"

He shook it for a long time before letting go, and he didn't forget to praise Guan Xingmin: "Director Guan is really thoughtful!"

Although the possibility is not very high, but what if?
What if there is some radioactive source in the evidence center...haha!
Lin Sicheng finally understood what Guan Xingmin meant when he said "just right" in the hospital office.

It's a good opportunity for me to come and see if the evidence center has something similar to a backflow kettle.

He smiled and said, "You're welcome, leader!"

Several professors were puzzled: Is Lin Changqing's reputation so great?
It was so important that the city bureau leader specially shook hands with Lin Sicheng, and the handshake lasted so long?
Shouldn't it?

Several teaching assistants also secretly curled their lips: Tsk, it’s good to have a dean grandpa...

Wang Qizhi was shocked: when Director Guan introduced Lin Sicheng, he didn't even mention Professor Lin's name, so he had nothing to do with Professor Lin at all.

The key lies in the attitudes of the two leaders: there is a bit of surprise in their appreciation, and a hint of gratitude in their sincerity.

Not to mention that Lin Changqing is only the vice president and has already retired. Even if he is the principal, his grandson would not be able to receive such treatment.

So, what did Lin Sicheng do?
Led by two deputy directors and accompanied by two leaders and Guan Xingmin, the group entered the forensic center.

Just as he sat down, Wang Qizhi turned around and asked, "What did you do?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I can't say!"

Firstly, the case has not been solved yet, and secondly, the impact is too bad. Guan Xingmin even specifically instructed that it should not be spread randomly, let alone in this place?

Wang Qizhi was shocked again: It’s most likely a big case?

Otherwise Lin Sicheng wouldn't be so direct.

Think about it again: he must have made a great contribution to it, and Professor Lin had basically nothing to do with it, so the leader was so enthusiastic when he met him.

But what case could it be?
The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. While the forensic center was briefly introducing the specific content of the request for support, Wang Qizhi found an excuse and went outside the meeting room to make a phone call.

He was looking for an acquaintance, so the feedback came quickly. Wang Qizhi held the phone, his expression distorted little by little.

It turns out that today's joint construction guidance was all caused by Lin Sicheng?

The problem is... that's a radioactive source, can it be seen with the naked eye?
Wang Qizhi felt as if his cognition was about to collapse?

Compared to this, all of Lin Sicheng's previous excellence and uniqueness were so insignificant:

What does it mean to know iron protection technology?
Being able to do some blue painting and repair enamelware is not worth mentioning.

He can operate a purple-red machine or an X-ray machine, but he is not even a hair away from it.

Relying on the naked eye to identify the source of radiation... Is this still a scientific world?

Through the door of the conference room, Wang Qizhi looked at his new disciple as if he was looking at a god.

(End of this chapter)