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

Chapter 104 My surname is Lin (Monthly Ticket Plus 23)

Yang Zhigao watched very seriously.

Lin Sicheng also looked at it very seriously.

The carving is excellent: flat carving is supplemented by round carving, which has a strong sense of three-dimensionality, clear layers and exquisite details.

The carving is so fine that the marks are barely visible to the naked eye. The clothes are flowing and the folds are clearly visible. Looking at the whole: the proportions are well-proportioned, the lines are smooth, and the image of Guanyin is even more lifelike.
But the carving was very new, no more than a month old, and Lin Sicheng could even discern the style: typical Jieyang school knife techniques.

Looking at the jade again, its texture is delicate and its emerald green color overflows. When it is transparent to light, the green color flows, as if a pool of spring water condensed on the wrist.

Not only is it translucent, but it is also smooth, with a vague waxed and polished texture.

Looking at it from the side, the fluff looks like snowflakes or scattered silk cotton, evenly spread out, like starlight scattered among them.

But it is very rare, very small, and barely visible.

At first glance, it is a standard Yang Green Floating Flower Ice Type jadeite, which belongs to the second grade in the jadeite grade, namely Ice Type.

If the water type is further subdivided, the third level is ranked: after imperial green (emerald) and glass type (high ice), it is called positive ice, also known as Yang ice.

Its characteristics are fine texture, bright color, crystal clear and warm. The disadvantage is that its transparency is slightly low, and some fine crystal structures can be vaguely seen, which are the so-called floating flowers and flocs, such as this one.

If we estimate the value: with such a large vessel and such a strong water head, it would be at least three or four million.

But Lin Sicheng always felt that something was wrong... It was not because he recognized Yang Zhigao and had a preconceived notion, but because he really felt that something was not right.

First, the shape of the Guanyin is too thin: at 40 centimeters tall and nearly 15 centimeters wide, it is less than 5 centimeters thick. At first glance, it gives the impression of being thin and frail, too elegant and not substantial enough.

This is rarely seen in large-scale ornaments, especially those of Buddha statues.

Of course, the raw material may be so thin, but the general craftsman will design it into a bracelet, and then design the bracelet center into a small piece such as a Buddha amulet or a Wu Shi Pai. If it is carved in this way, the price can at least double.

Secondly, it is bright, but too dazzling: if Mr. Zhao stands behind and lights it like this, the real ice material will not reflect most of the light like it does now, but half of it will penetrate into the jade layer.

The key point is that Lin Sicheng always felt that this "dazzling light" was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere?
Secretly suspicious, Lin Sicheng stood up.

The others were watching carefully, no one paid any attention, only Mr. Zhao and the boss's wife were perked up.

It's no wonder they were wary. When they looked at the Buddha statue just now, Lin Sicheng had left a deep impression on his parents-in-law:
Of course, it's impossible for a person to know everything, to understand both wood and jade. But as the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, one becomes afraid of the rope for ten years. This is the body's natural reaction, and they can't control it even if they want to.

Then, the parents-in-law looked at each other as if they had agreed, and a hint of vigilance flashed in their eyes.

Lin Sicheng was stunned: Huh?
If you have nothing to hide, why are you so nervous?
He was more certain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked around in confusion and said, "Boss, where is the bathroom?"

"here!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Lin Sicheng walked over nonchalantly and turned back to smile at my mother.

But when he turned around, Lin Sicheng was stunned.

At this time, he was standing to the side of the Guanyin statue, without the light from Yang Zhigao in front or from Mr. Zhao behind. So he could see it more clearly:

The crystal jade surface reflects an oily luster, as if it were smeared with lard, or even more like wax.

A slight tilt, and the dark green Buddha statue suddenly dimmed. The backlit plaque behind Guanyin, like the leaf-like piece, actually revealed a strange gray?
It was fleeting, but Lin Sicheng could see clearly that it was gray. But this was jade, how could it be gray?

Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, and Lin Sicheng suddenly understood.

He finally remembered where that familiar feeling of "blinding brightness" came from.

A live broadcast room on a certain audio platform: A female model adorned with jewels is holding a strong flashlight, and the jade ornaments under the halo are glowing with a faint green light, as transparent as glass.

The male anchor shouted at the top of his lungs: Family members, are you going to let it pass or not? Are you going to let it flow or not?
Of course it is transparent, because the ornaments are cut extremely thin, half a centimeter at most. If you pick up a piece of stone and cut it this thin, you can still see a few rays of light through it.

Of course: because there is tin foil behind the ornament, it is the same principle as Mr. Zhao standing behind Guanyin to illuminate her now.

Is it jade?
Of course it is, and it couldn’t be more true.

However, it follows the same pattern as Qinghai jade, Russian jade and Hetian jade: with the same ingredients and composition, and almost the same texture, the prices of the finished products can differ by more than ten, or even twenty or thirty times.

The former is from Myanmar, the latter from Guatemala. The former requires deep blasting, and even after digging ten tons, it might not yield a single piece. The latter, on the other hand, is mined open-pit, like picking up stones. Consequently, the price difference in rough diamonds is even greater: over fifty times greater.

But its awareness in China is extremely low. Even now, in 2007, collectors and consumers are not aware of what jewelers are, not even small-scale jewelers know what jewelers are.

It was not until 2020 that the first Chinese jadeite case was exposed, and the dangerous material gradually became known to the public.

But before that, if you are cheated, you can only admit your bad luck. It is useless to sell it and report it to the police.

So, a brand new engraver?
And the extremely obscure and strange eye contact between Yang Zhigao and Mr. Zhao?

Coupled with President Yang's usual routine...haha, this is a trap set by Yang Zhigao specifically for Fang Jingxian.

The key point is that if the jade is really like this, even the old man would step on it a second time. If it were Professor Wang, he would probably step on it even faster, let alone Fang Jingxian?
But unfortunately, I met him, and the so-called new hatred and old grudges came back. If I can even endure this anger, I might as well go back in time and be a turtle...

After going to the toilet, Lin Sicheng returned to the office and sat down.

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, the parents-in-law gradually lost their vigilance. The others continued to watch carefully, but did not pay attention.

After several minutes, Yang Zhigao straightened up. "The water is transparent, like glass covered with mist. The green is pure and lush... This is top-quality authentic Bingpiaohua Yang green. How many years have I not seen it?"

Fang Jingxian breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock had fallen to the ground. "Thank you, President Yang!"

"Mr. Fang, you're welcome!" Yang Zhigao slowly wiped his hands and picked up the teacup. "You can talk about the rest!"

"Okay...Boss Zhao!"

Mr. Zhao was very straightforward and crossed his arms: "Five million..."

As soon as the word "Wan" came out: "Tatta~"

Several people turned around at once. Lin Sicheng seemed to realize something belatedly and curled his fingers: "Sorry, I was distracted!"

Thinking it was unintentional, Fang Jingxian smiled and turned back: "Boss Zhao, it's too high!"

"Four hundred and eight..."

Before he could even pronounce the word "eight", "tattah~"

With the image of Guanyin in his mind and eyes, Fang Jingxian still didn't care: "Four million eight hundred thousand is still too high!"

"Mr. Fang, the price can't go any lower... Let me give you a lower price: 400..."

This time it was even faster, he didn’t even say the full four hundred: “Ta-ta~”

Mr. Zhao's eyelids couldn't stop twitching, and Fang Jingxian finally came to his senses: knocking once could be considered unintentional, but what about twice, three times?
Moreover, every time, it happens at the moment when Mr. Zhao makes the offer...

Suspicious in his heart, his eyes dropped to Lin Sicheng's face. Then, Fang Jingxian's pupils shrank: You'd better not buy it... That's what he meant.

Yang Zhigao didn't understand why, but he just felt that this little bastard was very annoying.

According to his understanding, Fang Jingxian was absolutely determined to win today: Boss Zhao was determined to win if he could get it in one go. He might not say for four million, but he would definitely get three hundred and seventy or eighty.

But suddenly a little bastard showed up and disrupted the rhythm...

He suppressed his anger and said, "Why are you knocking? If you can't sit still, get out!"

"Okay, I'm out!"

Lin Sicheng stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand leisurely: "Check!"

Check? He wants a check...

What do you mean?
If only a Buddha statue is appraised, the appraisal fee is certainly not worth 30,000, but what if a jade ornament worth millions is added?

Fang Jingxian suddenly reacted, hurriedly picked up the bag, took out the check and handed it over.

Lin Sicheng put it in his pocket without a trace of fireworks: "Do you know what that is?"

Fang Jingxian shook his head blankly.

Lin Sicheng smiled again: "It doesn't matter if I don't know. What do you want?"

Suddenly, Fang Jingxian's face flushed: "Birthday gift, I want a birthday gift...any amount is fine!"

"it is good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Sicheng turned around.

Fang Jingxian glanced at Guanyin again, gritted his teeth, and followed.

Yang Zhigao's eyes widened, not knowing what was going on.

But Mr. Zhao knew that two of his business deals, worth at least five or six million, were ruined by this little bastard.

Suddenly, his face turned blue with anger, and he slammed his palm on the coffee table: "You little bastard!"

"Ha ha?"

Lin Sicheng still smiled: "Jinghong man, can you curse me again?"

Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment and suddenly shut his mouth.

Yang Zhigao was even more furious, so angry that his lungs were about to explode, because he was the boss behind the scenes. But he couldn't get angry, so he could only stare coldly and secretly swear.

"President Yang, are you angry? It's right to be angry..."

Lin Sicheng turned around and laughed, "Let me introduce myself. My last name is Lin, the same as Lin Changqing..."

Yang Zhigao was stunned, his scalp throbbing: This tone... and this look?

Who the hell is this person?

(End of this chapter)