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

Chapter 92: A Bit of a Mystery (4K: Extra for the Alliance Leader "Fun Games Plus")
Before they even arrived, Hao Jun kept apologizing, "Professor Wang, I'm late... It's just unfortunate: the head of the head office is here for an inspection, and I really can't get away!"

I had explained it on the phone, so Wang Qizhi naturally didn't care. He quickly stood up and offered his seat: "It's not too late, it's just right!"

Hao Jun then introduced: The man traveling with him was named Wu, and he was the director of the miscellaneous department of Rongbaozhai.

By coincidence, I happened to be visiting Xijing with a delegation for an inspection, and Wang Qizhi and I happened to be Peking University alumni. He was both Hao Jun's supervisor and his senior. During his time at school, he majored in Indian languages ​​and Dunhuang Buddhist manuscripts, and also studied Chinese and foreign Buddhist culture and teachings.

When Lin Sicheng heard the phrase "Dunhuang Buddhist manuscripts", his heart skipped a beat: Indian languages ​​are fine, but as long as the research doesn't go beyond the period before the Middle Ages, it basically has nothing to do with Brahmi Sanskrit.

The key lies in Dunhuang Buddhist scriptures: there is a vertical research direction in this major: ancient Sanskrit.

And what had he said before: If he wanted to translate these two Sanskrit articles, he had to go to Peking University and the two academies? And within minutes of saying that, Hao Jun had found someone for him?
Really, he was really convinced: Brother Hao, why didn’t you come earlier or later? Why did you come at this time?

It's not enough that you came, you even brought a master with you. What's even more outrageous is that you brought that Teacher Ma back with you as well?
After whispering to each other and exchanging a few pleasantries, everyone sat down. Hao Jun looked at the boxes and crates on the coffee table with a hint of curiosity.
"What a coincidence! I ran into Ma Lan right after getting off the bus. She said there was a very wealthy and generous little guy upstairs who sold her two things for a huge sum of money... and he said his last name was Lin... I immediately guessed it was you!"

At the mention of "little milk dog", Hao Jun couldn't help but want to laugh: "I heard that it was sold for a full 1.5 million?"

All of a sudden, Teacher Ma raised his chin, looking a little proud.

Lin Sicheng knew immediately: having earned over a million yuan in a short time, this woman must have been extremely proud of herself. She happened to run into an acquaintance again, and couldn't help but brag about it:

Secretary Hao, you don't know this, but I ran into a really stupid, stupid guy who sold two things I'd been holding onto for seven or eight years for 1.5 million...

Are you stupid? Do you have the guts to be an ungrateful person? Okay, you will cry one day.

Cursing secretly, Lin Sicheng nodded: "Almost!"

Almost what? The invoice was still on the table: 165 million.

Hao Jun took a look and pointed at the box: "Open it and take a look!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "There's nothing to see."

Huh, isn't that right?
Considering his relationship with Lin Sicheng, when did this guy become so rude?
There's something going on here, and it's not a small matter...

In the blink of an eye, Hao Jun guessed almost everything: Haha, Ma Lan is out of luck?

Just say that Lin Sicheng is smarter than a monkey when it comes to Mao, so how could he be a sucker?

Hao Jun tried hard to open his eyes wide, and they were blinking.

Lin Sicheng understood immediately: "I'll arrange dinner tonight. You can choose from Tang Le Palace or Xi'an Restaurant. Plenty of Maotai!"

Haha...I mean it must be a big deal?
But there is no time.

"The boss is still in the hotel, and I have to go back to entertain him tonight!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Then let's do it another day!"

"Okay, some other time!"

Hao Jun replied cheerfully and took the coffee from the receptionist.

Maybe he was really busy, or maybe he was just tired of waiting, so the supervisor smiled and said, "Mr. Lin, please check it so I can have the finance department record it!"

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the box.

Hao Jun only took a glance, and the smile froze on his face. Then, as if a needle had pierced him, he leaned back.

The coffee in the cup swayed twice, spilling a few drops onto his clean white shirt. But Hao Jun was completely oblivious, staring at the broken shaft for several seconds.

What did I just say: Did Ma Lan lose her treasure? She lost her shit... Lin Sicheng, Lin Sicheng, you've been fooled!
Hao Jun turned his head abruptly: "An anonymous imitation of the Sanskrit Heart Sutra?"

Lin Sicheng didn't know what to say: If he were Baoli's leader, this supervisor would have been fired eight hundred times already.

He nodded: "Has Brother Hao seen it?"

Not only I have seen it, but Lao Guan and your grandfather have also seen it.

Hao Jun put down his coffee cup and took a few more glances: Yes, that's the painting. The key point is, there's a small box next to it?

The characters and seal were two separate pieces. If this wasn't the iron seal, Hao Jun would have dared to chew it. The problem was, Lin Sicheng had not only paid the money but also signed the contract, leaving him no room for regret.

Thinking of this, Hao Jun was so angry that his liver hurt: After working so hard for half a year, he was back to the time before liberation overnight... What if he had come ten minutes earlier?

He gritted his teeth and said, "President Ding, remember that meeting at the Cultural Relics Center? He said, 'Professor Lin must be crazy for an 800 yuan red envelope.' That was him!"

Hao Jun got straight to the point and pointed at Ma Lan, "They are good friends!"

The word "good friends" was emphasized very strongly.

Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: "Then what?"

"Then one day, President Ding brought this calligraphy and an iron seal to show to Lao Guan... Lao Guan said: I can't tell for sure!"

Seeing Lin Sicheng's indifference, Hao Jun looked disappointed: "Don't disbelieve me, in the city, Lao Guan's calligraphy and painting appreciation level is absolutely top-notch, even ranked among the best in the province... Besides, your grandfather has seen it too!"

Lin Sicheng certainly believed it. Guan Xingmin was a graduate of the National Academy of Fine Arts, specializing in calligraphy and painting, so his attainments must be high. Grandpa was able to draw inferences from other things, so his level was not bad either.

He also knew what Hao Jun meant: Lin Sicheng, you were deceived by this woman.

But there was one thing: these two, unlike me, had seen Zhao Mengfu's original Sanskrit Heart Sutra. They were even less like Ye Anning, who frequented the Palace Museum and was already thoroughly familiar with Dong Qichang's calligraphy styles from various periods.

Therefore, even if they were told that this was a Dong Qichang imitation, Guan Xingmin and his grandfather would not believe it. Just like Baoli's appraiser and Teacher Ma, who was still confused and bewildered.

Seeing Hao Jun's face full of self-blame, as if he wanted to slap him, Lin Sicheng felt a little warm in his heart and gestured again: "Brother, look!"

What are you looking at? The lesson you paid one million and a half for?

Cursing inwardly, Hao Jun turned around and asked: Hey, what is Teacher Wu doing?
At some point, Wu Jun went around to the other side, put on his reading glasses, pointed at the Sanskrit on the scroll, and muttered something.

Hao Jun sighed: "Teacher Wu, this is the Heart Sutra!"

"Don't you know this is the Heart Sutra? Don't talk yet..."

Soon, just as he replied, Wu Jun had finished reading the scriptures and turned to study the two seals.

After taking a quick look, he raised his head and looked at Lin Sicheng: "Is this an imitation of Zhao Mengfu's Heart Sutra?"

Lin Sicheng was surprised: "Teacher Wu, have you seen the original?"

"I've never seen it, but it's written here!" Wu Jun pointed at the imitation seal of Zhao Mengfu. "The emperor's advisor, Zhao Ziang, you'll see, the transliteration of his name is quite accurate!"

Hao Jun was confused: Where did Zhao Mengfu come from?

Wu Jun started to study the second party again, but suddenly, it was like he was frozen.

After staring at them for a while, he raised his head and glanced left and right, taking in everyone present.

Then, his eyes fell on Lin Sicheng's face. It was like a needle hidden in his eyes, piercing straight at him.

Lin Sicheng's heart moved: Have I met an expert?
Just as he was secretly guessing, Wu Jun smiled and said, "Not bad, young man. Where did you learn Sanskrit?"

No...you just come up and praise me, how can you be so sure?
If it were an ordinary person, would he first ask: Young man, have you learned Sanskrit?
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment: "In the book!"

"Great!" he complimented, then asked with a smile, "Which books?"

Lin Sicheng answered without hesitation: "Mr. Ji Xianlin's Shakuntala, Ramayana, and Essays on Ancient Indian Languages... and Mr. Huang Baosheng's Mahabharata and Rahu's Lineage..."

"Oh, sure... Have you read Brother Huang Baosheng's works?"

Wu Jun's eyes lit up, "My master is Ji Xianlin!"

Lin Sicheng's eyelids twitched slightly: "More than just an expert, this is a true master."

Wu Jun just glanced over it and did not ask any more questions, instead he turned to study the seal.

The longer he looked, the brighter his eyes became. After about five or six minutes, he suddenly straightened up and clapped his hands: "Not bad!"

What's good? Of course, it's the Tibetan Sutra of the Supreme Yoga Sutra. Lin Sicheng smiled and said nothing.

The others were completely confused: Isn’t this the Heart Sutra imitated by an anonymous person? Why is this Teacher Wu taking it so seriously?

And applause again, and it’s pretty good?
Only Hao Jun's eyes were fluttering, sometimes looking at Wu Jun, sometimes at Lin Sicheng's face.

When did Lin Sicheng learn Sanskrit? How come I don’t know it?
And those books he mentioned: He also studied Indian Buddhist relics, but he didn’t learn much about them?

Hao Jun blinked and squinted his eyes. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong: the key was Wu Jun's attitude. It had been so many years since he had seen him so serious.

It can't be that this broken word... has really become a leak?
In shock and doubt, Wu Jun began to talk to himself:

", Heavenly King? Heavenly God? Hmm, it should be Heavenly God..."

", Rude, Miaoxiang, Miaojixiang... No, this is Jiang Baiyang (the Tibetan name for Manjushri)!"

"Is it the Chakravartin, or the Great King? It must be the Great King... Eh..."

With a low cry, he suddenly raised his head, and as before, his eyes were fixed on Lin Sicheng's face.

No, sharper than before.

Lin Sicheng smiled again.

He also laughed, and suddenly, he said, "Don't worry, they don't understand!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

Then, Wu Jun pointed at the small box and asked, "What is this?"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Print!"

Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "Can I take a look?"

Is it already this late?

Lin Sicheng opened the lid of the box and handed it over.

Wu Jun didn't answer, just glanced at it, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch twice. It seemed to say: I knew it would be like this!

Then, his lips were tightly pursed together, his eyes widened, the corners of his eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes were bright and shining.

That look was exactly like what was shown on TV: Xiao Yang was standing at the door, looking at the naked Xiao Shenyang making dumplings. His expression looked like he wanted to laugh but was trying not to, mixed with a hint of admiration and envy.

"Put it away!"

Wu Jun nodded and changed the subject, "You haven't graduated yet, right? What's your major?"

"Wenbao, senior!"

"Good!"

Wu Jun's words "very good" made Wang Qizhi's heart skip a beat: that look was very similar to the way the leader of the Public Security Bureau looked at Lin Sicheng, really, exactly the same.

But he didn't say anything more, took the towel and wiped his hands.

Hao Jun couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Wu, what are these two?"

Wu Jun's tone was very calm: "It's just an ordinary Sanskrit Heart Sutra, an ordinary iron seal!"

impossible?
Hao Jun puffed up his cheeks: Old Wu, do you think I'm blind?
But precisely because he was not blind, he did not ask further questions. His heart was like a roller coaster: he hated coming late before, but now he should be glad that he did not come early.

If it had been earlier, if Wu Jun had not been careful enough and said something wrong, Lin Sicheng's business might have been ruined.

Good luck!

Originally, he came to see the joke, but unfortunately he didn't like it. Also, he was afraid that Lin Sicheng would change his mind, so Teacher Ma slipped away first as a sign of respect.

Everything that needed to be done had been done. There was no need to stay here, so Lin Sicheng packed up his things.

Then, the group went downstairs.

When they were about to leave, several people said polite words, but without exception, their eyes were looking at the box in Lin Sicheng's hand... It was quite funny.

Anyway, it has been delayed for quite a while, so he is quite busy, otherwise Hao Jun would definitely ask Lin Sicheng to take out the seal and signature so that he can take a closer look and ask questions.

Finally, Hao Jun and Wu Jun went first.

Ye Anning still had to go to work, so Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi went back first.

After getting in the car, Wang Qizhi looked suspicious: "If he recognized me, he recognized me. I've already signed the contract and paid the money. Even if Mr. Ma changed his mind, he would have asked for security. But I saw that you were like you were guarding against thieves at that time?"

What was Lin Sicheng defending against? He was defending against Teacher Wu.

Among those in China who dare to claim to have made achievements in the study of ancient Sanskrit, the number of his and Wang Qizhi’s hands and feet can be counted together.

If we trace it back further, there are only four people: Gang Hetai, Chen Yinke, Ji Xianlin, and Jin Kemu during the Republic of China period. All those who study this are students of these four.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it split into two factions: Peking University, the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. They were intertwined. For example, Professor Chen Yinke and Professor Ji Xianlin both taught at Peking University first and then went to the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences.

The community is so small and the number of people is so small that everyone knows each other very well. We know exactly how many students each person has and what their research areas are.

Therefore, whenever Lin Sicheng dared to open his mouth, Wu Jun would know whether he was self-taught or someone taught him...

This definitely can't be told to Wang Qizhi. Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "It's mainly because Teacher Ma is too difficult!"

"That's true!"

When Wang Qizhi thought about it, he got goosebumps.

He hailed a taxi and asked, "After being judged by Teacher Wu, I don't have to rush to the capital. But I have to say, Teacher Wu has a really good eye!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: It is indeed high.

There's also some weird stuff...

……

On the other side, the weird teacher Wu had a weird look on his face, sometimes baring his teeth, sometimes grinning, and sometimes laughing neurotically.

Hao Jun looked in the rearview mirror, feeling uneasy: "No... Brother Wu, what are you doing?"

Wu Jun sighed: "He taught himself ancient Sanskrit and he's so good at it. This kid has something!"

He has more than just something?

But Hao Jun had to admire that Lin Sicheng was really free: whether ancient Sanskrit was difficult to learn was secondary, the key was that there were too few application scenarios. Let me ask you, where would you use this thing after learning it?

Apart from staying at Peking University, you can only enter the two academies, but is it so easy to enter these three places?
Just like Wu Jun, just like him, he only learned things related to Sanskrit and ended up having to make a living on his own.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what are those two things?"

Wu Jun said slowly: "I don't know the characters, but I know the seal, that iron seal!"

Hao Jun perked up: "What is it?"

"Qianlong Imperial Treasure!"

"What's the matter?"

Thinking he hadn't heard clearly, Wu Jun raised his voice: "Qianlong's collection seal!"

With a "squeak" of the brakes, Hao Jun bumped his head onto the steering wheel...

(End of this chapter)