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

Chapter 73 Are you human?
Hao Jun took out his cell phone and showed it to Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi.

They both shook their heads.

If grandpa (Lin Changqing) wants it, why should he pay for it?
Just as I was changing my mind, there were several more "ding dong" sounds:

Mr. Hao, it’s 220,000, but can you take a look first... This is an old customer of Rongbaozhai.

Old Hao, two hundred and thirty thousand...this is Guan Xingmin.

Professor Hao, please keep the 250,000 for me first... This is a student from the Xijing Branch of the Peking University Institute of Resources and Cultural Relics Appraisal (an independent college not enrolled in regular colleges, similar to an MBA).

Secretary-General Hao, 280,000. If it’s okay, please send me the card number... This is a collector from the Collection Association.

Another ding-dong sound: Your **** card transfer income, 300000.00... Then came the text message, with just two words: I want it!
It’s not that the customer doesn’t talk much, but that he is Tibetan and it’s too difficult to type in Chinese pinyin, so he is very frugal with words.

Hao Jun handed the phone forward again, and Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi were both shocked: Three hundred thousand?
Even if this plum vase is intact, its price is only about 600,000 yuan. No matter how well it is repaired, it is still a broken piece and can be sold for about 30% of it.

But within five minutes of sending the text message, the amount soared to three times what Lin Sicheng had expected. He hadn't even seen what the item looked like, but he transferred all the money?
This shows Hao Jun's appeal and the strength of his character?
Lin Sicheng made the final decision: "This is the one!"

Although he had never seen the item before, they had traded items several times: the Vajrayogini Buddha statue and the rosary that Hao Jun had taken him to buy were both sold to this customer.

"Okay!" Hao Jun nodded and sent a group reply message, not forgetting to quote the price: Sorry, the item has been sold, 300,000...

Suddenly, the phone went silent. Then, another text message came in.

Just one word: value.

Sender: Lin Changqing!
The three of them exchanged glances, Hao Jun put away his phone, and no one spoke the entire time.

But, the others are not blind, right?
Hao Jun's words "150,000" whetted everyone's appetite. He passed the phone back and forth, and no matter who it was, they would take a curious look at it.

As a result, when I took a look, it was like I was blind: 220,000, 230,000, 250,000, 280,000... 300,000?

It was clearly information released separately, but the bids kept soaring, just like at an auction?
So, if this plum vase were sent to an auction, wouldn't it be sold for more than 300,000?
But the question is, is this a broken piece? Whether it is conventional wisdom or market conditions, it all proves that even if a broken piece is well restored, it rarely exceeds 30% of the original value.

Why does this iron rule not apply when it comes to this plum vase?
The funniest thing is Professor Lin, who just said "value" at the end, just like a tout?

The problem is, this wasn't the actual scene, and Professor Lin had no idea where the plum vase was, who repaired it, or who it was sold to. He was just expressing his feelings...

Li Zhen, Feng Lin, and a group of graduate students looked at each other, and finally looked at Shang Yan at the same time.

Shang Yan sighed softly and nodded. "Several years ago, someone paid 220,000 yuan for the waist drum vase that Professor Lin had repaired. For this plum vase to be worth 300,000 yuan is not that surprising."

This was like a hammer hitting these people on the head.

If it was just a quotation, some people might still be skeptical, but the real and fake silver had already been deposited into Hao Jun's bank card, which meant the transaction was successful.

But, this is three hundred thousand?
The materials cost 80,000, plus 3% tax, and the total cost is less than 100,000. Does that mean Lin Sicheng spent half a day and earned 200,000?

What’s more important is: this is not a matter of finding a bargain, it has nothing to do with luck, from beginning to end, it all depends on craftsmanship.

This means that as long as Lin Sicheng is willing, he can keep making money. He doesn’t need to make a lot. If he can make five or six bottles a month, can he make one million?

How many years is a year?
When they crunched the numbers, everyone found it incredibly absurd: as students themselves, they were still worried about whether they could stay on campus after graduation, or at least stay in the provincial capital. But even if they stayed, how could they guarantee an income of more than a thousand yuan a month?

And Lin Sicheng is already on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire.

Especially a few graduate students, when Shang Yan praised Lin Sicheng a few days ago, they were a little disapproving: If he is really as good as Professor Shang said, how could Lin Sicheng be a poor student?
Even when Professor Wang just mentioned that Lin Sicheng wanted to repair porcelain, there were people who were just looking for a joke. But what happened? They didn't see the joke, but were instead treated to a complete show of humor?
Damn, my mentality has collapsed...

Everyone had different mentalities, and for a moment, the laboratory was surprisingly quiet.

Instructing Feng Lin to lock the plum vase in the cabinet, Wang Qizhi clapped his hands and said, "Feng Lin, take everyone to the staff cafeteria and ask for a private room..."

Everyone woke up as if from a dream and looked at the clock on the wall: 2:30 in the afternoon.

Suddenly, as if my biological clock had rung, my stomach started to growl and waves of fatigue came over me.

At the same time, someone discovered something wrong: Why isn't Lin Sicheng hungry?

They were just watching from the side, feeling exhausted. But looking at Lin Sicheng, he was the same as he was in the morning.

Not to mention his abundant energy, just look at the physical strength: drilling, nailing, hammering, chiseling...most of it was physical work, and for a full six hours, Lin Sicheng didn't stop for even a minute?

Brother, are you made of iron?
Just as they were extremely curious, Shang Yan nodded, and more than a dozen people followed Feng Lin and filed out.

"Professor Shang, Assistant Professor Li, Secretary-General Hao, thank you for your hard work. Today, I will arrange... please..."

Before he could finish his words, Shang Yan reached out and stopped him: "Professor Wang, I want to talk to you!"

Wang Qizhi was stunned for a moment, and looked around Shang Yan's face:
It felt like Shang Yan's eyes were blazing with fire, as if there was a stick on her head, and her anger level was soaring.

Professor Shang, why bother?
Wang Qizhi sighed: "Okay, let's talk!"

He turned around and made the arrangements clear: "Secretary Hao, I'm sorry, you guys go to the restaurant first, I'll be there soon."

"It's okay, just focus on your business first!"

There was a temporary office next to the laboratory, and the two walked in one after the other. Ye Anning followed at the end, and when she closed the door, she looked at Lin Sicheng with a little worry.

The one who was worried was not Lin Sicheng, but the two people in the office.

Lin Sicheng smiled and gave him a reassuring look.

"click~"

The door was closed, and Hao Jun tilted his chin towards the office. "Will there be a fight?"

Lin Sicheng burst out laughing: "How is that possible?"

They are all educated people and role models. They will never fight, but they will definitely have an argument.

But Professor Shang was no match for Professor Wang's skill. Even if they argued, it wouldn't last more than three sentences.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a roar from inside: "Wang, are you a human being?"

Hao Jun perked up and his ears perked up.

Lin Sicheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Let's go, wait downstairs!"

(End of this chapter)