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

Chapter 90: Qianlong Imperial Treasure (4K first update, please give me a monthly ticket)
The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the light, creating cold and hard edges on his face.

The knuckles holding the coffee cup turned white, and with a "bang", it fell on the coffee table.

Wang Qizhi was about to ask something when Lin Sicheng quickly reminded him, "Teacher, there are surveillance cameras!"

He suddenly realized: the contract has not been signed, the procedures have not been completed, and the goods have not been received yet, and variables may occur at any time.

But the Qing imperial collection?
He had seen many hidden things in the Qing court, but he had never thought: would it be in this way and in such an occasion?

The seller is selling Qing Dynasty imperial collections as fakes, and you have no choice but to accept them... Is this really a fucking eye-opener?

This is what shocked Wang Qizhi.

He controlled his emotions and asked, "Which side?"

"The upper left side of the center of the painting!"

Wang Qizhi recalled: He did have an impression of it, but it was useless, it was all in Sanskrit and he didn't recognize a single word.

Instinctively, he had some doubts in his heart: after all, it was a seal made of gold or stone, not the porcelain or bronze that Lin Sicheng was best at.

The key point is that Lin Sicheng has never mentioned anything about this before... Is he sure about it?
"Is there any other evidence?"

"And there's Xiang Molin's human seal, the round one!"

Wang Qizhi was stunned: No wonder you are so sure?
Before Shan Wangshu accompanied him to Xijing, he worked at the Palace Museum's Calligraphy and Painting Gallery. Wang Qizhi had never seen what Xiang Molin's seal looked like, but he had at least heard that there were nearly 5,000 pieces of calligraphy and paintings in the Palace Museum with Xiang Molin's collection seal.

Based on this, Lin Sicheng inferred that the calligraphy came from the Qing court's collection.

"Ye Anning also knows? I mean this seal with the character for 'human'..."

"Yes teacher!"

Suddenly, Wang Qizhi believed it to 90%: because Ye Anning grew up in the Forbidden City, his knowledge of bronze, stone and seals should be deeper than Lin Sicheng's.

But it's strange that I can come across such an object in such a place?

If it were real, the price would at least triple based on these two seals: three million.

This kid can do it, and Ye Anning can do it too...

Praising himself secretly, Wang Qizhi picked up the coffee cup.

But before he could drink, Lin Sicheng spoke again, still covering his mouth with the coffee cup, his voice as low as a mosquito's hum.

But when Wang Qizhi heard this, it was like thunder and lightning: "Teacher, there is another one: Qianlong's Sutra Seal!"

What the hell?
Wang Qizhi's hand couldn't help but tremble, and a few drops of coffee spilled on the coffee table.

Qianlong, Sutra Collection Chapter...Aren't these imperial seals?
The question is, what were the expressions on his and Ye Anning's faces at that time?

The more Wang Qizhi thought about it, the more he felt like an idiot...

Lin Sicheng quickly pulled out a piece of paper and handed it forward: "Teacher...Teacher!"

Wang Qizhi suddenly woke up: "Lin Sicheng, I surrender!"

Lin Sicheng didn't say anything, but his expression was a little strange: Going to the Forbidden City is like going home. What kind of treasures have you not seen?

This isn't a real seal, it's just a seal of Emperor Qianlong. Why are you so shocked?

The tacit understanding between the teacher and the student is not to be underestimated. As soon as Wang Qizhi saw his expression, he knew what Lin Sicheng was thinking.

He glared and cursed: "What the hell do you know?"

Lin Sicheng laughed happily: "Yes, yes!"

Wang Qizhi glared at him again.

Really, without swearing, Wang Qizhi couldn't express his feelings at the moment. He felt like his chest was about to explode if he didn't curse.

"Am I shocked by the seal and the calligraphy? I'm shocked by you and Ye Anning..."

Wang Qizhi stared at Lin Sicheng with an extremely strange look in his eyes, as if he were looking at an alien. "When you two were flirting with each other, were you thinking: These three people are fucking pigs?"

Think about it, Lin Sicheng and Ye Anning asked and answered each other: Yuan Dynasty decoration paper, Ming Dynasty imitation paper, is the imitation Mingren Hall paper?

Even those who imitated his calligraphy said it clearly: Dong Qichang.

What does this mean? It means that the two people explained the results of the appraisal clearly and openly.

The result... Haha, no one believed it? Ye Anning's boss didn't believe it, and the seller didn't believe it even more.

It would have been fine if she didn't believe it, but that woman just forced herself to sell the calligraphy to Lin Sicheng?

It’s no exaggeration: Wang Qizhi has heard many stories about finding bargains since he was a child, but he has never heard of finding something like this.

It's fucking amazing...

Lin Sicheng was modest for a moment: "I'm not 100% sure either. When we have time, we can ask Sister An Ning to take it to Beijing for comparison!"

Wang Qizhi nodded vigorously: Of course we have to compare.

But he already believed it 90%.

The first is Xiang Molin's "human" seal: not only is it unpopular, but it's also a professional anti-counterfeiting code seal. Not to mention identification, few people even know what it looks like.

The second is the Sanskrit text: This is even less popular, and I have never heard of it being recorded in any ancient books. Before this, Wang Qizhi had no idea: Qianlong actually engraved Sanskrit texts?

Who could have studied enough to create a replica? With the time and energy, wouldn't it be great to imitate two Qianlong seals in Chinese?

Thinking of this, Wang Qizhi felt even more uncomfortable. "Lin Sicheng, I want to ask you, you will definitely say: I learned it from books... but do you realize what this means?"

After a pause, he loosened the buttons on his collar and took a deep breath.

"Ye Anning was able to identify that calligraphy with an almost perfect accuracy, which is as she should be. Ever since I got married, she's been spending every holiday at the Forbidden City. When Wangshu is at work, she's at work, and when Wangshu is off, she's off...

She stayed in the same place for ten years, until she graduated from university. She had read the calligraphy and paintings in the calligraphy and painting gallery countless times. If she didn't have such a discerning eye, she would have drowned in a toilet..."

Wang Qizhi gave a thumbs up, "But you, learn from books? The teacher can only say: You are this!"

It is indeed excellent and worthy of praise, but one must be humble when it is necessary.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Wang Qizhi waved his hand: "I know whether I won the award or not!"

Lin Sicheng said nothing more.

Just to explain, why is Ye Anning so close to Master's wife? It's as if she was raised by Master's wife Shan...

No wonder her ability to identify calligraphy and paintings is so high. She knows about Mingren Hall paper and recognizes Xiang’s human seal?
It turned out that it was all thanks to Professor Wang.

While sighing, Wang Qizhi snorted coldly: "That calligraphy, was it Ye Anning who asked you to buy it?"

Lin Sicheng nodded.

"Haha, you're quite patient, you're worthy of being my second sister's biological child!"

Lin Sicheng didn't say anything, but he gave a thumbs up in his heart: Indeed, if you don't move, it's fine, but if you move, it will be like cutting off the fuel from under the cauldron.

Steady, accurate, ruthless... and patient enough!
Think about Ye Anning’s age again: wow, only in her twenties.

It’s not that Lin Sicheng is belittling himself: in his previous life, when he was twenty years old, Ye An Ning would probably have played him to death... Afraid of eavesdropping, the teacher and student didn’t dare to talk much. Lin Sicheng took out a paper and wiped the coffee off the coffee table.

Just as I was about to wipe it clean, I heard rustling footsteps behind me.

They were two security guards, seemingly passing by, but their steps were slow, their eyes constantly glancing at Lin Sicheng.

It was just a few steps, but it took almost a minute to walk. The two of them walked through the reception area at a snail's pace.

Jiang Jiang went into the bathroom, and a few more people came over.

The same eyes, the same speed, the same expression.

Then came the second group, the third group... Ha, are they a group coming here to watch the fun?

If before there was sarcasm, contempt, and gloating, now there is envy and jealousy.

This is eight hundred thousand, not eighty thousand, eight thousand, or even eight hundred.

With 800,000 yuan, you can buy three apartments in the city center, and even a shop with hundreds of square meters in Xijing's most prosperous commercial street. For example, the bell tower downstairs...

It is said that a man will risk his life for a beautiful woman, but in this impetuous and snobbish age, how many men are willing to make such sacrifices for a woman?

Not to mention girlfriends, even wives would have to think about it.

Of course, there are many who are envious and jealous, and many who laugh at you: Spending 800,000 to pick up girls, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?
In this society, how many fools and suckers like this are there?
But the strange thing was that the eyes of several girls became more and more intense, holding their mobile phones in their hands, looking eager to try.

What are you planning to do? Are you planning to ask Lin Sicheng for his phone number?
Wang Qizhi frowned and leaned forward subconsciously.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should remind Lin Sicheng to stay away from these people, Teacher Ma came back and sat down opposite Lin Sicheng.

The look in his eyes was strange… no, it was just as intense.

Compared with those young girls, she is even worse.

Wang Qizhi’s eyes widened: No...Sister, how old are you?
After staring at him for a while, the woman shook her head and said, "Tsk tsk... little puppy, so handsome!"

Lin Sicheng was relatively calm, just frowning.

Wang Qizhi was so angry that he even had the urge to throw coffee in the woman's face.

He endured it again and again, and nodded to the coffee table: "Teacher Ma, has the money arrived?"

"We're here, and I've signed the contract with Baoli. But they said there were some problems with your contract, and we need to re-sign it!"

Hearing this, both the teacher and the student felt relieved.

Wang Qizhi immediately ordered him to leave: "What else do you want?"

"That's ridiculous: Can't I just sit here if I have nothing to do? This isn't your home."

Wang Qizhi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

The woman glared at him, then took out a business card and handed it to him with a smile.

A pair of peach blossom eyes stared straight at Lin Sicheng, as if drawing silk: "Little brother, if you need anything in the future, just call me... Well, I have a lot of treasures like Dong Qichang's authentic works here..."

Afraid that Lin Sicheng wouldn't believe her, she patted her chest hard and shook it twice: "Really, I'm not lying to you!"

Lin Sicheng felt uneasy.

He knew very well what this woman was up to: if he didn't take advantage of the fact that she had spent 800,000 yuan to pick up girls, it would be a shame to her conscience.

It doesn't matter how you try, as long as you can get the money. But sister, even if you want to, you can't do it like this, right?

How heavy is my taste?
Seeing that Lin Sicheng was silent, she thought he didn't believe her. The woman blinked her eyes and said, "Little brother, don't disbelieve me. I really have something good here: a Sanskrit seal by Dong Qichang. Have you seen it?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: What did you say?
Suspiciously, the woman took out a small box, opened it and placed it on the coffee table.

Lin Sicheng took a look and narrowed his eyes slightly: An iron seal with a lion button?

It is not big, with a total height of no more than five centimeters, and the button and seal are half each, with a square diameter of about three centimeters, and the shape is relatively rough.

At first glance, the button looks like a crouching lion, but if you look closely, you will see that the lion is reciting golden beads in its mouth, and its front paws are like human hands, each holding a dragon.

This is the "Zhizha" of Tantric Buddhism, which is often depicted as a lion, a guardian beast. The iron used to cast the seal is not ordinary iron, but meteorite iron, also known as celestial iron.

The full name is: Zhizha Beast Heaven Iron Dharma Seal. The holder of this seal is a Rinpoche (a leader of Tantric Buddhism). In Qinghai and Tibet, among Tantric followers, it is even more prestigious than the Golden Seal bestowed by the Qing Emperor.

The latter only represents status, while the former symbolizes the supreme magical power bestowed by God that can communicate between heaven and earth, and the difference is obvious.

As to which Rinpoche it is, one has to look at the seal text and the inscriptions around the seal pad.

Lin Sicheng took a look around first: Mahakala, God of Wealth, Yama, Goddess of Good Fortune, Vishnu, Garuda... all the guardian gods of Tantric Buddhism, not a single one was missing?

He was a little doubtful: If this seal is given to Rinpoche, would he dare to use it?
The key is that it is quite true.

The seal is dark gray with a brown tint. The main material is bronze, but the meteoric iron content is at least 40%.

Snowflake-like patterns can be seen where the gilt layer is missing: this is the mark left after the seal blank was forged using the typical plateau and Nepalese hammering process of "melting clay in a crucible and cold forging the ingot into shape".

The relief layer has a rough style and bold knife techniques, while the lines of the flat engraving layer are complex and precise... Not surprisingly, this should be the "Tibetan engraving system" craftsmanship that flourished in LS and Shigatse during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

There is no doubt about the age of the artifacts, as they are much harder to fake than paper, ceramic, and metal artifacts. Experts like Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi can tell the difference at a glance.

Judging from this, it can't be the seal of some great lama?
Suspicious, Lin Sicheng stretched out his hand, but he couldn't even reach the seal button. He paused again and said, "Teacher Ma, whose seal did you just say this is?"

The woman said as if it was a matter of course: "Dong Qichang?"

"impossible!"

It’s true that Dong Qichang believed in Buddhism, but he believed in Zen Buddhism…

"Why would I lie to you? I bought this seal and the calligraphy together. The invoice is here..." the woman swore. "And I've compared them over and over again: the seal here is exactly the same as the one in the center of the painting!"

What the hell?
Lin Sicheng's heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed the button and picked up the seal.

Just one glance, just a moment, and both eyes seemed to be blind:
What is the difference between the seal on this and the seal on the broken axis?
The size is the same, the printing frame is the same, and even the arrangement and order of the Sanskrit letters are exactly the same.

In an instant, my heart couldn't stop beating, my pupils shrank, and in the blink of an eye, sweat appeared on my palms.

Heaven and Earth: Having lived two lives, Lin Sicheng has seen countless treasures, but this is the first time that he has seen a treasure just by swiping a card.

Afraid that he might lose his sight due to the excitement, Lin Sicheng exhaled slowly and his mood gradually calmed down.

Then he picked up the magnifying glass again.

Wang Qizhi reacted quickly and grabbed the high-intensity flashlight.

The teacher and the student stood face to face, looking at it inch by inch:
The material and decoration are right.

The seal text, as well as the casting and engraving techniques are also correct.

The characteristics of the era are more correct.

Moreover, from front to back, no traces of artificial imitation or aging were found.

After nearly ten minutes of tossing and turning, Wang Qizhi and Lin Sicheng couldn't find a single flaw.

Then, the teacher and the student looked at each other face to face and eyes to eyes: Oh my god!
Qianlong imperial treasure?

(End of this chapter)