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

Chapter 91: Is it going to be bad? (Second update in 4K, please give me a monthly ticket)
The teacher and the student looked at each other from a distance, with a terrifying light reflected in their eyes.

No matter which compound you came from, or how awesome your grandparents are. No matter how many lifetimes you've lived, whether you've traveled through time or been reborn, let me ask you, if I gave you an imperial seal, would you be excited?
These two were able to control their hands and legs from shaking, which was considered quite reserved and calm.

Believe it or not, if someone else were to wear the imperial robe and shout "I" again, would he dare to do so?
The two stared at the iron seal in silence.

Teacher Ma smiled proudly: "How is it, good stuff?"

Lin Sicheng exhaled and pushed it back: "It looks a bit like the Tiantie Dharma Seal of Tantric Buddhism during the Qing Dynasty. It's not clear whether it is. But Mr. Ma, I'm sure it has nothing to do with Dong Qichang!"

The woman was startled: "Why?"

"Dong Qichang didn't convert to Buddhism until he was 70, and his faith was in Zen Buddhism. He had nothing to do with Tibetan Buddhism. How could he have carved a Sanskrit seal?"

The woman murmured in silence.

She had bought this thing many years ago and had asked others to examine it more than once, so she knew very well what it was: it was the Heavenly Iron Seal that Lin Sicheng mentioned.

Unfortunately, the inscription is not only in Sanskrit, but also in a script that predates the Common Era, so no one can translate it. Even then, not many people are willing to discuss it, and the number they discuss is only around 100,000 or 200,000.

She didn't want to sell it at a low price, so she never sold it.

I didn’t expect that in just eight or nine minutes, this little puppy could see so much?
But maybe it was just a guess.

The woman persisted, "Who said that believers in Zen Buddhism can't carve Buddhist seals? Besides, if it wasn't Dong Qichang's seal, why would it be placed on his original work?"

Lin Sicheng looked helpless: "Teacher Ma, I never said that the scroll was an authentic work of Dong Qichang!"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and recalled carefully:
Ye Anning asked at the time: Lin Sicheng, whose calligraphy does this resemble? Jin Cong or Dong Qichang?
But the little puppy avoided the question and asked what university Ye Anning attended.
Now I think: If it is true, he would definitely say it. The reason he didn't say it was just to save Ye Anning's face...

Suddenly, the woman felt a little discouraged. But when she thought about Lin Sicheng spending 800,000 yuan, her mind became active again:

"At least the item is correct. It's definitely a Tantric Heavenly Iron Seal, and it must have been blessed by a great master... And a Tantric Buddha statue can sell for 200,000 or 300,000 yuan, let alone a great lama's seal?"

Lin Sicheng was so eager to grab it and put it in his pocket. But his expression remained indifferent, and he spoke slowly, "If you bought it with the scroll, it must be at least seven or eight years old. Why didn't you sell it?"

Just one sentence, and the woman was speechless: Why didn't she sell it? Because the origin is questionable...

This pretty boy is quite smart?
The woman rolled her eyes. "You don't know, do you? My business is all about chemistry. If we're not destined to be together, I won't sell it to you no matter how much money you offer!"

Wang Qizhi just took a sip of coffee and almost spit it out: You are particular about delivery, okay?

This shameless guy actually picked up Lin Sicheng's hand?

Just like that, hugging her tightly to my chest, even wanting to squeeze in...

For a moment, Wang Qizhi's eyes widened, and curse words came to his lips, but he suddenly swallowed them back: The imperial treasure is important, the imperial treasure is important...

I'll just pretend I don't see...

Not only did she hold her hands tightly, the woman also flirted with him: "Little brother, you are not actually Assistant Ye's boyfriend, otherwise how could you not know how many years she studied in college? In fact, you just feel sorry for her, right? Look, I am also quite pitiful..."

Even though he knew that this woman was doing it on purpose to annoy him, Lin Sicheng still got goosebumps. He quickly pulled his hand away and said, "Teacher Ma, this is useless. We need to be reasonable in everything!"

The woman refused to give up and moved a chair closer. "I'm just being reasonable. Look, this is the real Heavenly Iron Seal after all, and it's a Great Lama Seal. I want one million. Isn't that too much?"

It is indeed not that high. Even if it is just the seal of the Great Lama, it is worth one million.

Then why didn’t Teacher Ma sell it?

Because Brahmi Sanskrit: This is a script created in India three centuries ago, similar to the insect-bird seal script of China's pre-Qin period.

Tibetan Buddhism was introduced to China during the Chauhan Dynasty in the 7th century. By then, Sanskrit had evolved from Brahmi to Gupta, and then from Gupta to Siddham, and it had long been unclear what was right.

Therefore, even if you take it to the Potala Palace, you still can't translate it. The only places in China that can translate it are Peking University and the two academies, but the problem is that apart from these three places, there are not many people who can recognize the font. It's like holding a pig's head and not being able to find the temple.

In this case, if we don’t even know what the seal says, who would dare to say that it is a Dharma seal?
Even if I was interested, I would still hesitate. Plus, this woman insisted on not lowering the price, so I ended up buying it.

Why did Lin Sicheng do that? Because he had dug graves in India...

Seeing Teacher Ma reaching out his hand again, Lin Sicheng was startled and stood up quickly: "Teacher Ma, please speak properly!"

"I'm just being nice: Look, you clearly think that calligraphy is a fake, yet you're willing to pay 800,000? And my sister's seal is at least authentic, right?"

Don’t say it, although it is a twisted idea, it makes sense according to women’s logic?

Seeing him standing still, seemingly interested, Teacher Ma struck while the iron was hot: "From the way you talk and behave, I can tell you're no ordinary person. You must have extensive social connections, so you'll definitely be able to find a suitable buyer...Sister, I'll lower the price a bit, 800,000...you'll definitely make a profit!"

Huh, that makes more sense?
Lin Sicheng paused, and was about to say something when the woman gritted her teeth again: "Seventy, any lower, and I'll have to sell my pants to pay the price!"

As she spoke, she rummaged through her bag, pulled out her wallet, and took out a yellowed invoice. "Look if you don't believe me!"

Lin Sicheng took a look and couldn't help but twitch his mouth:
Formal cultural relic invoice, transaction time is February 2000.

There are only two items for sale: Sanskrit Heavenly Iron Seal, price: 28.

Anonymous "Heart Sutra in Sanskrit", price: 16000 yuan.

The tax increase will be just over 300,000 yuan. If it were now, one million yuan would be a bit exaggerated, but 600,000 or 700,000 yuan would be more than enough.

But this is not the point. The key is the sales unit: Shenyang Cultural Relics Store.

Looking at it this way, maybe this seal and that scroll all came from the Shenyang Imperial Palace?

I can't delay any longer. Even if this woman becomes suspicious, I'll buy it first...

Teacher Ma came to hug again, and Lin Sicheng hurriedly pushed forward: "Okay, okay, seven hundred thousand..."

Instantly, the woman's face lit up with a smile: "Thank you, little brother... Let's go to the bank..."

"No need to go through so much trouble running around!" Lin Sicheng waved his hand, "It's fine right here..."

The woman was stunned for a moment, her eyes bulging again. "Trading with Baoli is safe and secure, but the brokerage fee is at least 10%, a full 70,000 yuan. No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it."

But this little puppy didn't even blink?
And how many years has it been since I met such a rich, stupid, and generous guy?
Suddenly, the woman looked at Lin Sicheng as if he were looking at a walking RMB: "Okay, if you want to keep it, then keep it!"

As she spoke, she pushed the box containing the seal forward again: "Good brother, this is yours!"

Lin Sicheng didn't even move: "No rush!"

He is not in a hurry, but the woman is.

"I'll go find them and sign another contract!"

Teacher Ma suddenly stood up, twisted his waist, and went to the office area.

Only the teacher and the student were left, sitting there in silence.

The atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Wang Qizhi had been sitting quietly beside him, asking himself, in just a short while, could he sit as steadily and remain as calm as Lin Sicheng?
Of course I could. But I definitely couldn't act as convincingly as Lin Sicheng, who would give things away as soon as he opened his mouth. I also definitely couldn't act like Lin Sicheng, who clearly wanted something, wanted it like crazy, but didn't show it on his face.

Lin Sicheng was actually quite impatient from the beginning to the end. However, due to his own character, he had to endure it. In the end, he only agreed reluctantly because he was driven by the crazy woman's pestering and felt that there was some profit to be made.

But Lin Sicheng, you have to understand: this is the Emperor Qianlong's imperial treasure. How can you act so convincingly? Why are your eyes filled with suspicion and a touch of disdain?

The tone of voice and facial expression can be disguised, but Wang Qizhi couldn't understand how he could fake such emotions that came from the heart?

In particular, the temperament of a "real rich man", a "second generation", who is humble but cultured and very graceful, was fully embodied by Lin Sicheng.

Wang Qizhi even had some doubts: Who is the second generation?

It's really off the mark...

Just as I was secretly wondering, there was a burst of "bang, bang, bang" and the deputy director and the supervisor rushed into the reception area.

The god looked surprised and skeptical, but he addressed her politely, "Mr. Lin, Teacher Ma said you're willing to buy her iron seal for seven hundred thousand?"

"Yes, I'd like to trouble you two to go through the formalities!"

It’s definitely not a hassle. You can make 70,000 in commission just by reselling it. What’s the hassle?
They couldn't understand: This thing has no other information except that it is made of iron. Do you really have so much money that you can't afford it?

"Help Sister An Ning boost her sales!" Lin Sicheng smiled as if explaining, "Isn't that against company regulations?"

It complies, how could it not?
But, this is seven hundred thousand, not seventy...Are you stupid?

Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other strangely. Then they smiled again and said, "Of course, we just came to confirm: or is it still a third-party sales contract?"

"Yes, I'll pay the commission!"

The two nodded and said wait a moment.

The woman followed behind, pouting constantly.

Ye Anning followed behind, exchanged glances with Lin Sicheng, and then they smiled together.

Wang Qizhi actually understood:

good stuff?
nice one!
No, that's what happened just now?
Let’s not talk about where this inexplicable tacit understanding between the two people comes from, let’s just talk about the nature of these two people: they dug a hole to bury you, and still want you to say thank you.

For no apparent reason, Wang Qizhi shuddered...

Teacher Ma's process was quick. After receiving the money, she only needed to sign a third-party resale contract and a waiver with Baoli. Basically, she sold the item to Baoli. Who Baoli sold it to next was none of her business.

But for Lin Sicheng, there are many benefits: because he bought it from Baoli, and from a legal point of view, he has nothing to do with Teacher Ma.

Even if this woman regrets her decision later, she can only look for Baoli, not him.

The disadvantage is that the commission is too high. It is 150,000 yuan in total, which is enough to buy a house in a slightly remote neighborhood.

But worth it!
Just like that, after about ten minutes, Teacher Ma left the finance office. She even said hello to Lin Sicheng, saying that Baoli had asked her to keep the previous invoices and appraisal certificates.

But he just said two sentences and left.

He didn't even dare to sit down, for fear that Lin Sicheng would change his mind.

There was a slight "ding" sound in the corridor. The elevator door closed, and Teacher Ma disappeared completely.

"Huh~" The teacher and the student breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The dust has settled and everything is fine!
Just wait a moment to sign the resale contract, and you will have the signature and seal.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard rustling footsteps behind me.

It was still those employees, but this time their expressions were even stranger, as if they were becoming more envious and jealous.

But his eyes were also more direct, and he looked at Lin Sicheng as if he was looking at a fool.

I just can’t understand how such a big company can be managed like this?

But how could the teacher and student care about this?
Wang Qizhi was thinking: Should I go to the capital tomorrow?
At the very least, he must help Lin Sicheng figure out the seal first, otherwise Wang Qizhi would definitely not be able to sleep well.

Lin Sicheng was thinking: What is the transaction record of Qianlong's collection seals so far?

The cheapest one seems to be only around one million?

But it’s definitely bullshit: either there is controversy or the research is conflicting.

It doesn't need to be long, just four to five years at most. This iron seal cost tens of millions, and Lin Sicheng dared to eat it.

But relatively speaking, money is only secondary, even the lowest and least important factor. The reason can be summed up in two words: the imperial seal.

Even if it's made of iron, even if it's inscribed with unreadable ancient Sanskrit characters, it's still an imperial seal. Its symbolic significance and historical value far outweigh its economic value.

Imagine: Who doesn’t want to hold up the emperor’s seal and shout “I”?
My thoughts were wandering wildly when suddenly everything around me fell silent. I subconsciously looked up and saw that the deputy director and the supervisor had returned.

One of them was holding a suitcase, the other was holding a box. Ye Anning followed at the back, holding several contracts.

The supervisor waved his hand and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Here is the resale contract. Please take a look!"

Ye Anning handed it over, Lin Sicheng took it and looked at it carefully.

Wang Qizhi secretly praised him: If it were him, he would definitely think "With Ye An Ning here, what is there to be afraid of", and would just take a quick glance and sign.

But don’t doubt it, out of ten experts who fall into the same trap, half of them will fall into it this way.

It took Lin Sicheng about ten minutes to read the two contracts and sign them.

The director took out the official seal and reprinted them one by one.

There were two copies, and Lin Sicheng packed his own copy. Then the supervisor opened the boxes and let Lin Sicheng check them.

This is called verifying the identity and then replacing it with another one.

Don’t think it’s troublesome. Out of ten old hands, at least seven have fallen into this trap.

Lin Sicheng naturally wouldn't be bothered by something worth tens of millions, he even took out a magnifying glass.

But just as he was about to lift it up, there was a "bang" sound from the inside, and several people turned their heads at the same time.

The elevator door opened, revealing a characteristically chubby face, glistening with oil. Even when he was still more than ten meters away, he already had a smile on his face.

Behind Hao Jun followed an old man in his fifties who looked quite impressive.

He stood up subconsciously and was about to say hello when Lin Sicheng was stunned: Teacher Ma, who had just left not long ago, was here too?
With a hint of pride on his face, his lips kept moving as he whispered something to Hao Jun. From their appearance, did they seem very familiar with each other?
Instinctively, Lin Sicheng had a bad feeling in his heart: Is it going to be bad?

Without a second thought, Lin Sicheng covered the boxes and crates with lightning speed...

(End of this chapter)