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

Chapter 100 Tantric Buddha Statues
The mist wandered around casually, the morning sun cast golden rays, and the trident on the front of the car reflected dazzling silver light.

The woman was about thirty-five or thirty-six, her shoulders thinning under a dark windbreaker. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were faintly visible as she frowned.

A girl, about twenty years old and slightly taller, stood beside him. The driver, a very muscular man, stood on the other side, smoking.

Suddenly, he threw away his cigarette butt: "Sister, here I come!"

The woman narrowed her eyes. A Corolla drove out of the school gate and stopped on the side of the road. Shang Yan got out of the car with a young boy.

student?

Shang Yan had specifically reminded her, and even though the woman was mentally prepared, she still had doubts: He's too young.

Suddenly, two people came over. The woman took two steps forward and extended her hand: "Professor Shang, thank you for your hard work!"

Shang Yan shook hands and introduced them: "Lin Sicheng, this is Mr. Fang Jingxian, and these two are Mr. Fang's younger brother and sister... These are my students!"

Sure enough, students!
But just by looking at Shang Yan's order and tone, you can tell who is close and who is distant.

Fang Jingxian nodded: "Young and promising!"

Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "You're welcome!"

Lin Sicheng clasped his hands together and subconsciously raised his head. Her facial features were quite pretty, but her skin was a little dry and dark. Although she had eyeliner on, the dark circles around her eyes were still slightly blue.

The key point is, it’s so cold, but there’s so much sweat on my palms. How anxious must I be?
After a brief introduction, the three siblings got on the Mercedes-Benz.

After fastening their seat belts, the burly man and the girl exchanged glances. Just as he was about to say something, the woman's face darkened: "Shut up!"

Very young indeed.

But Shang Yan said it very clearly on the phone: Fang Jingxian, don't worry about his age. If you think he is capable, I will hire him. If not, you can find someone else, so that I don't owe him a favor.

After so many years together, Shang Yan can still speak so decisively, which shows how much this "student" means to her.

Sighing, Fang Jingxian looked through the car window at the school emblem on the roof of the building: Xida is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are many talented people. Maybe he is a remarkable person.

In a flash, she closed her eyes and said, "Let's go!"

The Mercedes-Benz drove out of the boulevard, followed by the Corolla.

Shang Yan was driving and Lin Sicheng was sitting in the passenger seat.

He thought about it and decided it would be a good idea to ask: "Professor Shang, has Mr. Fang encountered any difficulties?"

"Huh?" Shang Yan was startled. "How did you know?"

"Pale face, shortness of breath, thin strings... I think this is a big problem!"

Shang Yan was stunned.

"Lin Sicheng, I haven't heard of you studying Chinese medicine?"

“By the way!”

After a casual reply, Lin Sicheng pressed on, "Professor Shang, just tell me whether you have it or not?"

"Yes!" Shang Yan nodded, "I was just scammed out of millions!"

Good boy: several million in 07?
Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: "Antique?"

"Of course!"

Is it really so?
"Professor Shang, it's very difficult to deal with clients like this!"

Shang Yan fell silent.

From a certain perspective, antique collectors are no different from gamblers: once they make money, they want to make more, there is no end, and they are never satisfied.

I always think that I am more skilled and have a better vision. Even if I lose, I will only attribute it to bad luck.

If you're too angry about losing, you'll only get more angry, no matter how you try to persuade them. Don't assume that just having it appraised by Zhongzhong means there's no risk. Just like Gu Ming's girlfriend-to-be's father's partner, regarding the fake Xuande furnace at the Public Security Bureau's forensic center: He just had it appraised by Zhongzhong, and he almost got it after ten years?

The traffic light turned red, and Shang Yan hit the brakes: "No, I've known her for more than ten years!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head secretly: When people are desperate, they will even betray their own mothers, let alone their friends?
“Are you buying or selling this time?”

“Of course I buy it!”

"what type?"

“Tibetan Buddhist statue!”

Lin Sicheng suddenly understood: There are so many professors in the school, why did Shang Yan come to him?

Whether it is "wood carving" or "Buddhist archaeology", the school has disciplines in these two fields, but the main direction is "Silk Road Archaeology", that is, from Chang'an to the west.

Tibetan Buddhism, however, is a blank.

Shang Yan certainly didn’t know what happened in Baoli last week, but she knew for sure that she spent one thousand yuan to buy a Tantric Buddhist statue in Xiaodongmen, and finally sold it for more than three hundred thousand yuan.

It wasn’t Li Zhen who said that, but Wang Qizhi.

On that day, the two were negotiating in the office, and Wang Qizhi was forced into a corner by Shang Yan: It is true that he knows porcelain, and he is also good at calligraphy and painting, bronzeware, enamel, and even Tantric artifacts... What's the point of ceramics?
But it will be a meeting, and how to appraise it when the time comes depends on the situation.

As if she had been infected by Wang Qizhi, Shang Yan guessed about 70% of Lin Sicheng's situation by looking at his expression: "Don't worry, the teacher will take care of any responsibilities!"

Lin Sicheng waved his hand: "Professor Shang, it's not that exaggerated!"

You can do the appraisal, but don’t even think of asking him to sign a single word. What responsibility can he take?
In a flash, the car drove to the bell tower. Lin Sicheng glanced through the car window: Kaiyuan Mall?
The jewelry here is quite popular. Before it was acquired by Intime in 2018, it was the largest jewelry wholesale and retail distribution center in Northwest China.

But it's not surprising: this place also provides storage for valuables, claiming that it is safer than a bank.

But when he entered, Lin Sicheng realized that he was just looking at antiques in a jade shop.

The name of the store, Wulongxuan, doesn’t make much of an impression, but once you get inside, you’re almost blinded by the sight: all jade.

Looking at the name of the store, it is clear at a glance: the world's largest jade raw material production area, the Hpakant Ulong River Jade Field in Kachin State, Myanmar.

Just out of curiosity, the clerk led the few people into the office in the back.

The bosses are a man and a woman who claim to be a couple. They sound like they are from Yunnan. They are very welcoming, serving tea and fruit.

Fang Jingxian focused on introducing Shang Yan: professor of the Cultural Heritage Department of Xi’an University and leader of the discipline of cultural relics appreciation.

As for what subject it was and what kind of appreciation it taught, she just glanced over it.

When it was Lin Sicheng's turn, Fang Jingxian just said he was a student. Fearing he might misunderstand, Fang Jingxian even winked.

Of course Lin Sicheng understood: focusing on introducing Shang Yan was a warning to others, and not introducing him was a sneak attack from Chencang. Together, they were a feint to the east and an attack in the west.

Not to mention, although he is anxious, Mr. Fang has at least not reached the point of "losing his mind" and is quite scheming.

After a few pleasantries, they started looking at things, and the boss brought out a box half a meter high.

When I opened the box, a light fragrance wafted into my nostrils. When I opened the box again, a lifelike Buddha statue came into view.

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: Amazing... Huanghuali wood that is over two hundred years old?
This box alone is worth at least three or four hundred thousand.

The proprietress brought out another Buddha statue: a typical old mahogany standing statue of Sakyamuni, with his left hand holding a scripture and his right hand hanging down, his body slender and elegant, with simple and smooth lines.

The sutra resembles bamboo slips and is fan-shaped, with the Sanskrit characters elegant and clear.

Look carefully again: it is still an extremely primitive palm leaf manuscript.

It is quite old and the carving is also very good: the face is beautiful, the bun is high, the eyebrows are long and narrow, and the expression is calm and gentle.

Faintly, there is a hint of purity and restrained charm.

After taking a quick look around, Lin Sicheng frowned: It doesn't look like a Tantric object?
(End of this chapter)