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

Chapter 35: Reciting the Dharma
The three of them left the shop. Li Xinfang tilted his head, his eyes fluttering.

Last week, when Gu Ming told her that her grandfather was an expert, she didn't quite believe it.

It was not until Gu Ming brought the photos that she asked about it half-doubtfully and realized that Gu Ming was not lying: Professor Lin Changqing was quite famous in the antique and appraisal circles, and was ranked among the best in Xijing and even the entire province.

Later, when he was about to ask his grandfather for help, Gu Ming said that his grandfather was in the hospital, but his brother was also very capable.

Of course Li Xinfang didn't believe it.

There are many cases of a son who is as good as his father, not to mention the generation gap. Besides, he is only a senior, how much experience and vision can he have?
But we can let Gu Ming's younger brother take a look and deepen the relationship. After Professor Lin is discharged from the hospital, we will have a better chance of asking him for help.

So, she came here today with the attitude of having nothing to do, but she didn't expect that the result would be like this?
The owner of the jade shop was like seeing a ghost, and almost asked: How do you know... So, that set of court beads can be real?

Fortunately, fortunately, it was just a little bit away, tens of thousands would have been gone...

She let out a breath and looked at Lin Sicheng, whose eyes and eyebrows looked a little childish: The real person never shows his face, so I really couldn't tell.

Gu Ming was not much better, but he was not surprised by Lin Sicheng's eyesight: he had seen this several times and was not surprised.

What amazed him was Lin Sicheng's nose: the number of spices he mentioned was at least ten, and even a dog might not be able to smell them, right?

"What's that you're talking about? The last one: the one with Chinese medicine, tea, and fruit branches!"

"Ubu Tibetan incense!"

"what?"

"The Tibetan word bsangs is a transliteration of offering sacrifices to heaven, gods, and Buddhas. Traditionally translated as 煨桑 (煨桑), it was the most solemn sacrificial ritual of the Gelugpa sect of Tibetan Buddhism during the Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties... The incense used in these sacrifices is called Ubu Tibetan incense, also known as heavenly incense or divine incense...

Because its fragrance is too strong and pungent, it is not popular in the Central Plains, but is only used in Lama temples in Tibet, Mongolia and other regions.

There's a lot of soot in the holes where the beads were threaded, so they must have been offered in a lama temple before they were collected, and they must have been there for a long time, at least several decades. So, they can't be court beads, but just a monk's prayer beads."

Li Xinfang was very surprised: Xida doesn’t seem to teach this?

But she said nothing.

Gu Ming pondered for a moment: "Although it is a rosary, it is made of jade after all. It should be worth a lot."

"Yes, there are some, but compared to imperial beads, their value and significance are worlds apart..." Lin Sicheng paused, "Besides, they are not suitable as birthday gifts."

"why?"

"Do you remember that there are four large beads in the middle of the jade beads of the court beads?"

"I remember!" Gu Ming recalled, "It wasn't very bright, and it was a bit dirty. I don't know why, but it just felt creepy!"

It's right to be disgusting.

Lin Sicheng sighed: "That's Kabala!"

They were both stunned for a moment: The top of a person's head?
Of course Li Xinfang knew that the four beads were carved from bones. He had asked about it before, and the boss said they were rhinoceros bones.

But now I think: since that set of prayer beads is enshrined in a lama temple, it must have been a relic of a lama who passed away there. Then I think about some of the customs of Tibetan Buddhism...

"Swish", the little face turned pale.

"Lin Sicheng, today is all thanks to you!"

Gu Ming also reacted: It has nothing to do with the bones, the key point is that this thing is given as a gift, and it is a birthday gift.

As a result, you are sending dead bones?
Haha, Lin Sicheng has been a great help today.

He secretly gave a thumbs up, and Lin Sicheng smiled: "It should be. If you are not in a hurry, just look for it slowly. If you are in a hurry, let Gu Ming help you find a solution!"

"It's indeed a bit urgent. The main reason is that the uncle's identity is a bit special. He won't accept ordinary things. I can only cater to his preferences."

I understand. The other party is an official and I need him to do something for me.

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and said, "How about this? You take half a day off this afternoon, let Gu Ming accompany you, and we'll go to Rongbaozhai!"

"I definitely have time, but Rongbaozhai requires advance reservations, so I probably won't be able to make it."

indeed.

Rongbaozhai mainly deals in paper for calligraphy and painting, and the four treasures of the study. It also provides services for customers to order calligraphy and paintings by famous people, seal carving works, and other cultural relics.

The key lies in the "booking agent": you have to make a reservation first, and then they will check if the product is in stock. If not, they will check if there are any customers who have registered for pre-sale.

For example, Rongbaozhai collects calligraphy and paintings. If Xijing doesn't have them, they can get them from Beijing or Tianjin. But for other items, you'll have to search slowly. If you want them too urgently, Rongbaozhai will refuse your order.

"Can you be more specific, like what category?"

"Jade is best!"

"Then there must be."

Indeed, there are, but the problem is: if you are not an internal member, they will not sell it to you.

To become a member, one must be jointly recommended by three or more old members who have been members for more than five years... I really don't understand it, how can business be done this way?

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I have a friend working there. I'll call and ask him later!"

It's definitely useless.

Her father was a regular customer and knew several managers of Rongbaozhai, but it was still useless.

Li Xinfang thanked him anyway: "Thank you for your help!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "It should be."

Gu Ming was confused: "Why does it have to be Rong Bao Zhai?"

Li Xinfang sighed: "At least there are no fakes, and the origin of the items is guaranteed!"

Just like the set of imperial beads just now, regardless of whether it was real or fake, it almost backfired.

Gu Ming understood and glanced at Lin Sicheng, meaning: Do you want our master to come forward?

Lin Sicheng shook his head: Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?

The market is too noisy. I'll call Brother Hao and ask him after I get out.

Just as I was thinking about it, a voice came from behind me: "Hey, stop right there, why are you running?"

Lin Sicheng turned around subconsciously and laughed: Is it really such a coincidence?
I was just talking about Senior Brother Hao, and he suddenly appeared?

What is this? Reciting the Dharma?

……

"You skipping classes again?"

"Are you kidding? I'm a good student."

"If you're a good student, I'll be a model worker. It's just right..." Hao Jun put his arm around Lin Sicheng's neck and said, "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Go to Old Song's place and see if he has a second Mansheng pot."

What good things are you thinking about?

If there was, Lao Song would have taken it out that day.

Lin Sicheng pointed back and said, "I still have friends here!"

Hao Jun looked up and saw Gu Ming and Li Xinfang, then he realized that he was there to appraise his friends.

"Well, you guys go shopping first, Lao Guan is waiting!"

"Director Guan is here too?"

"It was him who instigated this. He said he would first ask Old Song where the pot came from. If he could find out, I would intervene!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I think it's uncertain!"

Hao Jun felt the same way: "I think so too, but Lao Guan said, we're just sitting around doing nothing anyway!"

The two of them were whispering to each other, and Gu Ming was still wondering: This man is about the same age as Uncle Lin, but he is so close to Lin Sicheng?

Li Xinfang beside him was wide-eyed. He had been there several times, so of course he knew the person in front of him: the general manager of Xijing Rongbaozhai and the secretary-general of the Folk Art Association.

So, when Lin Sicheng said "I have a friend", he was referring to him?
(End of this chapter)