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

Chapter 50 It's all for the last sentence

"What to eat?"

"Thank you, Professor Wang. The cafeteria is fine!"

"Row!"

The school has a restaurant dedicated to receptions. The private rooms have a beautiful environment and the food is of excellent quality, no worse than that of a big hotel.

The dishes were served quickly. Wang Qizhi took out the wine bottle and asked for two highball glasses.

Lin Sicheng was shocked: Even if this wine is released now, a bottle will cost tens of thousands.

Wang Qizhi opened the bottle cap, but Lin Sicheng waved his hand and asked for a bottle of juice.

It's not that you can't drink it, but you should try to drink less: Putting aside your hobbies, this thing has a significant impact on cognitive function and memory, and researchers generally don't like it very much.

Wang Qizhi didn't force anyone to drink. He poured himself half a cup and took small sips.

Suddenly, he exhaled: "Six point six fever, unimaginable?"

Lin Sicheng put down his chopsticks and said, "It's not that difficult, actually. This is a new product. With current technology and craftsmanship, it can be done easily... The difficult part is how to restore the original to this level!"

Right?
If it was really as easy as Lin Sicheng said, could it have frightened Shang Yan into looking like she had seen a ghost?

Even if Wang Qizhi didn't understand, at least he knew the difference between technological processes and traditional methods.

He paused for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Lin Sicheng sighed, "Professor Wang, I won't hide it from you: that fish tail is the piece I pried off from the bottom of the basin. You didn't see it, did you? It broke when I put it into the furnace for the fourth time..."

Wang Zhiqi didn't say anything and thought for a long time.

Then, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up a peanut: "So?"

Lin Sicheng's expression was very serious. "So, the best we can do for repairing the original device is 3.3 burns!"

"Oh?" Wang Qizhi picked up the bottle and poured another half glass. "And then?"

This question actually stumped Lin Sicheng.

Professor Wang, could you please not be so calm?
Or did you not pay attention: I will probably scrap that disc for you?

He was just forming his words when Wang Qizhi raised his glass and said, "Lin Sicheng, you don't want to burn that plate, do you?"

Lin Sicheng's eyelids jumped: It won't be burned to pieces, at most it will just be repaired a little worse.

But he just had a thought in his mind. Wang Qizhi seemed to be able to read his mind and squinted his eyes:

"Lin Sicheng, even though I'm a layman, I've studied arts and crafts. Don't tell me that after firing six times, you can apply the gradient effect of the glaze to make the sample achieve the same color saturation and texture as the original, but you can't do it after firing three times less?"

"Or maybe you didn't expect to use too much force: just trying it out, and you unexpectedly burned the sample so well, so perfectly? Then when you got home, the more you thought about it, the more you felt something was wrong: How the hell is this round?
It just so happened that I called you and said I wanted to treat you to a meal, and you started thinking: There is no way to make it sound better, so you could only admit that it was just a coincidence that it was cooked so well.

When it comes time to actually repair it, you can burn it a little worse, or even completely destroy it... At worst, you can just refund me! But you're afraid I'll get suspicious, so you're taking this opportunity to give me a heads-up while we're having dinner... Right?"

"Professor Wang, that's not the case. I didn't think that way..."

"Whether you think so or not, I will judge for myself!"

Lin Sicheng was about to explain when Wang Qizhi interrupted him with a wave of his hand. He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and then started counting on his fingers:
"Come, let's start from the beginning: Lin Sicheng, this is the first time we met. You wanted ten thousand for that book. Did I bargain? Didn't I?"

"After that, for that iron certificate, you don't even need to ask. I'll just offer 500,000, okay?"

"And this plate: Your friend who looks silly but is actually full of evil intentions... yes, that fat guy from Rongbaozhai. He wants 800,000 yuan for it, plus 940,000 yuan in commission, and I don't even have a penny."

"So, Lin Sicheng, check your heart: Do you have a guilty conscience?"

Wang Qizhi's mouth was like a machine gun, cursing and drinking at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, he had finished three and a half cups. Lin Sicheng wanted to argue, but he didn't even have a chance to interrupt.

Seeing him pick up the bottle again, Lin Sicheng held it down, feeling both amused and helpless.

Indeed, he had not expected that the sample would work so well.

The original piece wouldn't be destroyed, but if it were repaired, the result would be slightly worse than the sample. The main reason was that the original glaze was too brittle, so he didn't dare to do it.

Of course, I did have a little thought: It's better to be safe than sorry. If I gave it a try and it worked, it would definitely be better than the sample. It's not an exaggeration to say that even my grandfather wouldn't be able to cook it like this.

It’s too troublesome to explain, so it’s better to put in some effort from the beginning.

I really wanted to give Wang Qizhi some precautions in advance, but I didn't expect that he guessed everything before I even opened my mouth?

But if you ask yourself honestly, Wang Qizhi really has nothing to say about you...that's enough!
Lin Sicheng thought about it and sighed: "Forget it, I'll try my best!"

You are smart.

Wang Qizhi was going to finish the bottle and act crazy while drunk... so he asked Lin Sicheng if he was afraid.
After closing the bottle of wine, Wang Qizhi also ordered a bottle of juice.

He poured a glass and clinked it with Lin Sicheng, then sighed slightly melancholy: "Lin Sicheng, this world is not as complicated as you think, so what are you afraid of?"

"I know!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "but it's very troublesome!"

Wang Qizhi thought about it for a moment and agreed with it.

What genius isn't envied? Like him.

It doesn’t matter if you question or doubt, but as Lin Sicheng said: it’s really troublesome.

My family asked, do you need to explain?
The leader asks, the teacher asks, do I have to explain it too?
My classmates and colleagues kept on asking me questions. The key point was, even after I explained it to them, they still didn't believe me. I kept repeating it over and over again, without getting tired of it.

It would be better not to admit it. If I ask, it's just a coincidence, I guess...

"Don't worry, I won't ask!"

"It's okay to ask!" Lin Sicheng nodded. "I learned it from a book!"

Wang Qizhi was choked: Come on, this excuse is really perfect?

"Then what's the point of studying for you?"

Lin Sicheng said as if it was a matter of course: "Of course it is necessary. At least I can get a college diploma, right?"

if not?
At least 90% of college students come here for this. At the very least, it'll make it easier to find a job after graduation, right?

Wang Qizhi nodded: "What about you? You'll graduate next year. Have you decided where to go?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet!"

impossible.

At most, I'm a little hesitant.

"You have to choose between pursuing graduate school, staying on campus, joining a company, or going it alone! Of course, if you want to graduate early, that's not difficult to do, but I think it's better for you to pursue graduate school!"

Lin Sicheng paused: "Why?"

"Didn't your grandfather tell you?"

Of course I have.

The simple accumulation of wealth will infinitely magnify people's greed... So what is wealth?
Knowledge, ability, experience, and finally money.

And it just so happens that I have almost all of these, so I don't even need to accumulate them. But from a certain perspective, this also means endless trouble.

In comparison, school is more like a fortress: I can leave at any time, but you can't just come in, which is like an invisible layer of protection. It also gives me ample space and time to accumulate the strength to protect myself.

Lin Si basically agreed, but he felt it was too slow.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Sicheng picked up the juice and filled Wang Qizhi's glass: "And then?"

"Come and apply for my graduate degree!"

Wang Qizhi took a sip of his juice slowly. "I forgot to tell you, Professor Shang originally wanted you to apply for her graduate program, but after I persuaded her with both emotion and reason, she changed her mind... See, am I being considerate?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes.

So, whether it was these two bottles of ten-year-old Moutai, or the praise, scolding, or even the drunken behavior after coming in, including the final hammering here and there, were all for this last sentence?
But Professor Wang, aren’t you afraid that one day Professor Shang will catch you and spit in your face?
(End of this chapter)