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

Chapter 60: Missing and missing

Having been a partner with Lin Changqing for a whole term, the dean must of course know who Lin Sicheng is?

A broken jar, a useless thing that doesn't work...

Hey, that’s not right. How did Lin Sicheng get into the guidance group?

"I took him there! After we got there, he took a radiation gun and scanned it, and found that the radiation value of the jade was only 0.02 micro..."

Theoretically, it worked, but the dean was skeptical: "Lin Sicheng knows this?"

He not only understands, he understands too much...

Fearing the dean's reaction, Wang Qizhi dared not say more. He changed the subject and swerved, "This three-point report was also drawn by Lin Sicheng!"

As expected, the dean's thoughts were led astray, and he looked extremely shocked: "Not you?"

"Of course, I don't know Director Guan?"

Subconsciously stunned, the dean began to ponder: Lin Changqing and Guan Xingmin have an extremely good relationship, is this really possible?
Regardless of his usual performance, he did a great job today and Lin Sicheng should be credited with the achievement.

This is also thanks to Wang Qizhi: strange people have strange tricks!
I just don't know how these two got together?
As he was thinking, Wang Qizhi smiled and said, "That's about it. Also, I plan to list it on Monday and then transfer Lin Sicheng over to help the project team for a while... I hope you will approve it, Dean!"

There are only a few people in your project team, so why do you need to put up a sign?

The key point is, what’s the use of Lin Sicheng?

But he was only suspicious for a moment, and the dean didn't care: "Lin Sicheng is an undergraduate, you can transfer him if you want, why do you need my approval?"

Of course I need your approval, otherwise when Shang Yan comes to settle the score with me, who will take the blame?

"Thank you, Dean. You're busy now!"

Wang Qizhi stood up with a smile, and the dean walked him to the door. As soon as Wang Qizhi went downstairs, the dean frowned again:
"Do you feel that Wang Qizhi is not quite right today? It seems...he has been avoiding the important issues?"

The assistant was confused: "What do you mean, Dean?"

"Lin Sicheng!" The dean pinched his chin. "I always feel like Wang Qizhi has ulterior motives?"

The assistant was stunned: With Lin Sicheng's character, what's there to be gained?

But then he remembered, "These past few days, the Teaching and Research Office has been saying that Professor Liu and Professor Shang from the Department of Cultural Heritage want Lin Sicheng to apply to be their graduate student."

The dean's eyelids twitched a few times: "Who?"

"Professor Liu Meili and Professor Shang Yan!"

impossible?

Liu Meili teaches theory, so don’t worry about that, but what about Shang Yan?

When it comes to professors of ceramics in the school, Lin Changqing ranks first, and she is definitely second.

So, if it was for Lin Changqing's sake, she would have seen it earlier and would not have had to wait until today.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the dean's mind: Dean, I would like to transfer Lin Sicheng to the project team to help for a period of time. I hope you can approve it...

Oh no, I’ve been fooled by Wang Qizhi: Isn’t this just him using himself as a shield?

Liu Meili and Shang Yan, who is the easier one to deal with?

But that's not the point.

He knew better than anyone what Lin Sicheng was like: an embroidered pillow with a bag of straw.

So, if only one professor wanted to accept him for graduate studies, it could be considered a favor. But the fact that three professors all wanted to accept him is quite intriguing.

Especially Wang Qizhi, he didn't even know who Lin Changqing was, and there was no need for him to do so.

It's impossible that suddenly, a loser becomes a talent and becomes the object of everyone's pursuit?

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. The dean thought about it and called Shang Yan.

It was fine at first, but gradually, the dean's eyes widened, like two circles...

……

The sun slowly rose, casting a slender shadow on the building.

The curtains fluttered and the morning breeze blew in.

Ye Anning rubbed his eyes and left the room, glancing at Wang Qizhi who was standing by the window.

He was dressed neatly and had a cigarette in his hand.

It's the weekend today, why are you getting up so early?
Muttering secretly, Ye Anning leaned over and glanced down: "Uncle, who are you waiting for?"

"Lin Sicheng."

Is it him again?
It felt like this name had been popping up around the house quite frequently recently, with my uncle constantly bringing it up. She glanced at the briefcase and car keys on the coffee table again and asked, "Are you going out?"

“Well, go to Baoji and look at that bowl!”

Ye Anning was stunned: "You promised me last week that you would take me with you?"

Wang Qizhi rolled his eyes: "Is there?"

He forgot.

"Why not? You don't keep your word!"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you want to go, change your clothes!" Wang Qizhi looked at the wall clock. "I'll wait for you for ten minutes at most!"

“That’s too much!”

Mumbling, Ye An Ning ran back to the room.

With a creak, the sliding door of the kitchen was pushed open, and Dan Wangshu placed breakfast on the dining table.

"Lin Sicheng is almost here? Let him come up and eat something too!"

Wang Qizhi picked up the milk and nodded towards the bedroom: "You haven't even washed your face, even a burden needs some dignity!"

Shan Wangshu rolled his eyes and slapped him again.

Ye Anning brushed her hair and walked out of the bedroom, biting a rubber band in her mouth: "Uncle, next time, tell me in front of my mother!"

It’s nothing to say it in front of your mother. I dare to say it in front of your father.

Wang Qizhi made a "tsk" sound and the phone started buzzing.

He glanced at it casually, with a smug smile on his face: See, I didn't say what time it was, but it's exactly eight o'clock?
This is a tacit understanding.

Wang Qizhi hung up, drank the milk in one gulp, picked up the fried buns and walked out.

"Look, Auntie, my uncle is not a good person..."

"Why are you panicking? Pack carefully!"

Shan Wangshu scolded and walked to the window.

The mist is about to dissipate, the autumn wind blows, and the locust leaves make a rustling sound.

As if he felt something, Lin Sicheng raised his head.

The morning light shines through the branches and leaves, forming tiny spots of light that flow between the eyebrows and eyes.

He was slightly startled, then smiled: "Master's wife!"

Hearing such a name for the first time, Shan Wangshu felt a little curious and smiled hurriedly: "Lin Sicheng, the house was a bit messy this morning, so I didn't invite you up. But An Ning also wants to go, can you wait for her for a while?"

What's wrong with that?

Just as I was thinking about it, the door of the building creaked.

Wang Qizhi came out and handed the plate forward: "Here!"

Lin Sicheng didn't hesitate to eat it, and raised his head and smiled: "Thank you, Master's wife!"

Shan Wangshu stood there in a daze, looking at the master and apprentice who were eating buns face to face downstairs, not knowing how to comment.

This couple is really...

The two chatted while eating: "Let's go to Baoji later and see the Hongzhi chicken oil dish!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment. "Chicken-oil yellow is also known as delicate yellow glaze, a Ming Dynasty imperial porcelain. The Hongzhi style, in particular, is considered a top-grade monochrome porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties, both in terms of craftsmanship and artistic value."

The key is that there are very few in existence and the price is relatively low at this stage, so as long as you can come across one, it is a pure bargain.

"Have you ever made an offer?"

Wang Qizhi gestured: "Five hundred and twenty thousand!"

My goodness, isn’t this just leaking on top of leaking?

It doesn’t take long, just two years at most, and the price will at least quadruple!
Just as I was secretly sighing, the door of the building rang again.

Ye Anning was bare-faced, with a layer of moisture still on her face, as tender as a lotus seed just out of its shell.

Her facial features are bright, her eyes are sparkling, her long black hair is tied into a bun, and her dark jeans form a flexible curve.

She frowned slightly, glared at Wang Qizhi first, then handed over a box of milk, with a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Lin Sicheng, thank you for waiting so long!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and took it: "Just a few minutes!"

(End of this chapter)