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

Chapter 19 Call the Police
In his reincarnation, Lin Sicheng believed that even if the sky was falling, he would be able to remain calm.

Unless Tarzan hits you on the head.

Like now.

"let go!"

He shouted coldly, startling the female assistant and staff.

He subconsciously let go of his hand, and the pot fell into Lin Sicheng's hand. He heard two "clicks" and the porcelain pot went into the box, and then the lid of the box closed with a "snap".

Lin Sicheng moved so quickly and in one go that he didn't give the old man any chance to react.

He was confused: "Lin Sicheng, what are you doing?"

"Second-fired porcelain, uranium in the glaze!"

His eyes bulged: "Which uranium?"

"Uranium yellow!"

Lin Changqing shuddered and stared at Lin Sicheng blankly.

Uranium yellow is a pigment. Because it can produce "radioactive fluorescence" similar to the luminous effect, it is used to restore historical colors in the restoration of a few murals and ancient ceramics.

Having used it more than once, Lin Changqing knew very well what it was, and he also knew that whether uranium yellow was neutralized with green or blue materials, it would mix into green.

That's why this porcelain pot turns green.

He also knew better what dangers this thing could cause: this is something used to make nuclear bombs, imagine that?
"Where's the dating equipment? Why didn't they detect it?"

Lin Sicheng gritted his teeth and said, "It's also added depleted uranium, which is at its half-life!"

In an instant, Lin Changqing's face turned pale: "Let's go!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I'm far away, I'm fine!"

The glaze blocks harmful rays from penetrating no further than ten centimeters. The harmful range of radioactive gases is also generally within twenty centimeters.

He really was fine, but the old man held the pot and watched for a full hour.

Thinking of this, Lin Sicheng wanted to kill the couple on the spot...

"Go wash it quickly, don't rub it too hard. And drink as much water as you can, but don't induce vomiting!"

Lin Changqing's face darkened. He grabbed the bottle of mineral water on the table and ran away.

He understood all this: drink as much water as possible to neutralize the pollutants he inhaled.

Also, wash all exposed parts of your body as soon as possible, such as your face, neck, and wrists.

After the old man left, Lin Sicheng took his grandfather's cell phone and a text message came out: Xiao Gu, someone is committing fraud in the city's cultural relics company, and the amount involved is over 10 million... Sicheng and I are here, you should bring more people with you, and hurry!
He threw it on the table and picked up his cell phone: Gu Ming, find a way to contact the Department of Radiology of the Second Hospital of Jiaotong University. Our boss has been poisoned by uranium in the Municipal Cultural Relics Company. Send an ambulance quickly... quickly!
Others are still confused.

They didn't know what "uranium" Lin Sicheng was talking about, and just thought it was glaze. They didn't even know what second-fired porcelain was.

Mr. Bai stood up and asked, "Xiao Lin, what's going on?"

Lin Sicheng put away his phone: "The pot is fake!"

How can it be?

President Bai stared, "What about Professor Lin? Why did he leave?"

"He didn't leave, he went to wash his face: the glaze is poisonous and even radioactive!"

Mr. Bai looked stunned, and everyone else looked even more confused, except for the two merchants.

When they heard the word "radiation", the two of them clearly leaned back.

This is the body's natural reaction when faced with extreme shock and astonishment.

The two of them even exchanged glances?

Then, one of them immediately stood up and said, "You said my antiques are poisonous, are you crazy?"

Hearing this, Lin Sicheng's face turned green: I wasn't sure before, but seeing how big his reaction was, even his accent from his hometown came out, it was definitely one hundred percent.

Fuck your mother.

"Xiao Lin, that's impossible?" Mr. Bai was also unconvinced. "After so many tests and so many procedures, if there was a problem, it would have been detected long ago, right?"

"Boss Bai, instruments aren't omnipotent. Otherwise, all the cultural relics departments and experts would have changed their professions long ago. Why would we need eyeballs?" "These bastards added uranium yellow to the material, which accelerates the decay of carbon atoms, so they can fool carbon-14 dating.

But because uranium yellow is relatively stable, the energy released during its decay is too small to fool thermoluminescence, so they added depleted uranium, which is more active and has a longer half-life!

"What is depleted uranium? It's used to make nuclear bombs... When it decays, it releases radon gas and other decay products. These enter the body through breathing, continuously and long-term releasing energy..."

Suddenly, Lin Sicheng remembered the old man holding the porcelain pot for almost an hour. He wanted to smash the fake Hong Kong man's face into pieces.

He took a deep breath and tried hard to control his anger: After all, he has lived two lives as a human being, so he needs to stay calm and collected.

In times of great difficulty, there is stillness…breathing in, breathing in.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall... Exhale, exhale!

Mr. Bai opened his mouth, at a loss.

Even if he didn't understand, he knew what uranium was, what radioactivity was, and what long-term energy release meant.

But he didn't believe it.

Not to mention Lin Sicheng, even if Professor Lin said so himself, he would not believe it: It's just an antique, how can it be related to the atomic bomb?
The merchant jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Little brother, are you so crazy? Are you treating this like a movie? We've been on a plane and have gone through security checks. What kind of drug can't be detected?"

What the hell is testing?
Last year, a spy smuggled two kilograms of enriched uranium, hiding it in a box, and brazenly passed through Russian customs and entered Georgia.

Moreover, the two countries were still in a pre-war state, relations were extremely tense, and the investigation was extremely strict, but why was nothing found?
Because at this stage, the relevant testing equipment is not popular at all...

The attendant behind him also stood up and picked up the box: "Boss Bai, you are not sincere. We don't want to do this business anymore!"

"You said you wouldn't do it?"

Lin Sicheng pointed his finger and said, "I've called the police, they'll be here soon!"

When they heard the alarm, the two people were stunned, shocked and suspicious.

Then, suddenly he rushed out.

Want to run? Why don’t you try running?
Lin Sicheng took a step sideways and blocked the aisle.

The two men looked at each other, the merchant rushed to the side, and the follower raised the box and threw it at Lin Sicheng.

Having endured for so long, how could Lin Sicheng not be prepared?

He picked up the square stool beside the sofa.

It's the kind you put between two sofas for translators or secretaries to sit on. It's small, but very heavy.

He ducked down suddenly to avoid the box and swung with all his might.

"Bang", the follower's head hit the stool hard, his eyes rolled back, and he fell down without even a scream.

The merchant had already run seven or eight meters and grabbed the door handle.

"Bang", with a loud noise, the stool hit the door panel and the merchant shrank his head in fear.

Just as he opened the door, a figure was reflected on the door, as if it was flying.

Then, the merchant felt like he had been hit by a train.

After kicking him down, Lin Sicheng turned over and rode on him, squinting his eyes and gritting his teeth, punching left and right.

"Bang~" Calm down the fuck?
"Bang~" Damn calmness?
"Dong~" Damn, how can you be calm?

I've lived two lifetimes, and now I still have to endure this humiliation?

Everyone in the reception room was stunned.

Every time the merchant was hit by a punch, he screamed in pain, like a pig being slaughtered.

The lackey lay in the hallway, eyes closed, motionless. Blood ran down his hair and seeped into the carpet.

The bag fell not far away, but it didn't break open, and it made a big hole.

Mr. Bai recalled the scene just now: Lin Sicheng blocked the aisle, and his henchmen picked up boxes and smashed them...

There are tens of millions of things inside, how dare he?
Instantly, Mr. Bai's face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Call the police!"

(End of this chapter)