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

Chapter 6 Feather Duster
As the sky gradually brightened, the iron pot gurgled on the coal stove, white mist rose from the spicy soup, and the aroma of oil tea and fried dough twists filled the entire street.

With a "kata" sound, the lid of the pancake oven opened, and the heat wave wrapped in the aroma of sesame hit my face.

Gu Ming waved his hand and Lin Sicheng ran over slowly.

He was wearing sports shorts, a towel around his neck, and a little sweat on his forehead, obviously he had just finished running.

Gu Ming was very impressed by Lin Sicheng's self-discipline. Unlike him, who had been playing sloppy since entering college, never standing when he could sit, and never sitting when he could lie down.

Lin Sicheng pointed to the breakfast shop and said, "Let's go and eat first!"

"No, it's too late for work!"

"Then why are you coming?"

Gu Ming bared his teeth: "I just want to know, did you get beaten?"

Damn it, no wonder you came so early, so you came here just to see the joke?

Lin Sicheng pulled off the towel and slapped him. Gu Ming dodged far away, looking puzzled: "Why didn't Uncle Lin slap you after causing such a big trouble?"

How can it be?

Grandpa and mom are not vegetarians, right?

I was really impressed by him: it would be fine if he fooled my mom with a cheap item worth a few dozen dollars, but he actually dared to say that he spent eight thousand dollars to buy ancient mutton-fat jade?
That's not eight hundred, it's a full eight thousand, which is equivalent to his three months' salary.

"If you don't want to eat, get out!"

Lin Sicheng pointed at Gu Ming, cursed him, and crossed the road.

"I don't have time to eat, but it's not like I don't have time to bring it."

Gu Ming followed happily and ordered three servings of spicy soup, three servings of meatballs, and five servings of roujiamo.

Then he pointed at Lin Sicheng and said, "Boss, he's paying!"

"No...are these enough to feed the pigs?"

"What do you mean by feeding the pigs? That's your future sister-in-law!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the breakfast in his hand, which was too much for three people to eat. "You talked to two people?"

"I haven't talked about it yet. I'm still deciding which one to pursue."

No...Gu Mingwa, you are having a lot of fun, aren't you?
Lin Sicheng's heart moved.

In his previous life, Gu Ming got married about three years later. His wife was a colleague in the same hospital, so she should be one of the "two" he just mentioned.

It's hard to talk about his character, but it's hard to describe the fact that Gu Minggang cheated on his wife, abandoned his one-year-old baby, and ran away with the property certificate and savings.

"You're only twenty-two, why are you so anxious? One day, when I have the chance, I'll introduce you to a teacher from our school."

"Take care of yourself first." Gu Ming said with a tsk, "You're already a senior in college, you can't study well, you don't even have a partner, are you just a bunch of idiots in college?"

Hey, what the fuck?
As soon as Lin Sicheng got up, Gu Ming ran away with breakfast.

He snorted: What the hell are you talking about?
Sooner or later, Gu Ming's relationship and job will be ruined.

Even if we can't do anything about it, we have to find a way to get him a new job. Otherwise, if he keeps holding a broken machine that leaks radiation every day, who will get cancer if not him?

Just as I was muttering to myself, the spicy soup was served.

The broth was thick, dotted with amber-colored oil. Taking a sip, the peppery, meaty aroma rolled into my esophagus, scorching my eyes and bringing tears to my eyes.

Take another bite of the greasy roujiamo, wow, it’s so delicious.

After finishing his meal in a few bites and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lin Sicheng began to hesitate again.

On weekends, when mom and dad are resting, should we give them some private space?
Of course, there was a high probability that Comrade Lao Lin would receive a beating. But if he didn't receive this beating, and if Mom didn't calm down, there would likely be a second and third beating later.

Tsk, he’s so bold, he stole a full eight thousand yuan, what did he do?

Making random guesses, Lin Sicheng paid the bill but didn't know where to go.

Find a place to wash that iron tile?

But you need to prepare a special potion, and it is best to find a professional laboratory.

I could ask my grandfather to help me borrow it, but I'm afraid he would be shocked: I fail every semester, but suddenly I can mix cleaning solutions and even operate experimental instruments independently?

I can only find a solution at school.

Go to Xiaodongmen for a walk?

Just then bus No. 32 came by, and Lin Sicheng got on. ...

On weekends, Xiaodongmen is packed with people, coming and going, shoulder to shoulder.

The heat of the crowd was steaming under the city wall, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were intertwined, coupled with the unique loud voices of the people in Guanzhong, like a group fight.

Lin Sicheng moved among the crowd, grabbing the towel with both hands and pulling it around his neck.

Occasionally, when I meet someone who is close to me, I will ask the price, but eight out of ten times I ask, they will shake their head.

"Senior sister, look, is this Lin Sicheng from our class?"

Not far away, the girl stood on tiptoe, "Why is he here?"

Li Zhen looked back and saw that Lin Sicheng was walking slowly and leisurely.

"I heard that his grandfather often set up a stall here."

"His grandfather, who?"

"Professor Lin from our college was the vice-president before he retired."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then revealed a look of shock. "He fails every semester, but I've never seen him take a make-up exam. That's why everyone in the class says he's some second-generation rich kid...and I don't believe it."

Li Zhen pursed her lips and said nothing.

My advisor told me that Lin Sicheng applied for admission to our university last semester and was approved, but later, for unknown reasons, his eligibility was revoked.

I think they are afraid of bad influence.

In a flash, Lin Sicheng walked up to the two of them, glanced at them casually, and was stunned.

The two girls are tall and graceful, their faces full of youthfulness.

One of them was a classmate. I remember his surname was Xiao, but I didn’t know his full name.

Another one I had just seen yesterday: she pointed at the porcelain pieces on the long table and asked herself if she could put them together.

He smiled and said, "What a coincidence!"

Li Zhen nodded and said, "I'm here to help Yuzhu buy some materials for practice. Are you here to see Professor Lin?"

"Grandpa didn't come today, so I just took a walk."

"Oh!"

After a simple greeting, both sides said goodbye.

Xiao Yuzhu stared at Lin Sicheng's back, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes: "He actually took the initiative to say hello?"

"Ah, why?"

"He's an anomaly. He always has a cold face and looks at everyone as if they owe him a million. He has a weird personality and his classmates don't like to associate with him."

Probably isolated.

But as for the eccentric personality... he looks quite sunny, so it doesn't seem like it?
Just out of curiosity, Li Zhen started studying the porcelain pieces again, but after looking at several pieces, she found nothing suitable.

"Look ahead again!"

Xiao Yuzhu had little experience and readily responded: "Okay!"

It was also a coincidence that the two met Lin Sicheng again when they passed by.

He was paying: "Boss, here!"

The stall owner took the red banknotes and twisted them with his fingers: four in total.

Xiao Yuzhu was shocked: her monthly living expenses were only 400 yuan, what did Lin Sicheng buy her?
Looking more closely, Lin Sicheng had a duster tucked under his arm.

It was quite old, the feathers already shed in many places, and the pole was covered with a black patina. But no matter how she looked at it, it was just ordinary chicken feathers, an ordinary bamboo pole.

Xiao Yuzhu looked curious: "Lin Sicheng, what is this?"

"Feather duster, don't you know it?"

Of course I know him.

The question is, what kind of feather duster is worth four hundred dollars?

(End of this chapter)