Chapter 18 Call the Police

If he were to be reborn, Lin Sicheng believed that even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would remain calm and composed.

Unless Mount Tai crashes down on your head.

Just like now.

"let go!"

His cold shout startled the female assistant and staff.

Subconsciously letting go, the pot ended up in Lin Sicheng's hand. With two clicks, the porcelain pot went into the box, and then the lid snapped shut.

Lin Sicheng acted too quickly and in one go, giving the old man no chance to react.

Confused, he asked, "Lin Sicheng, what are you doing?"

"The porcelain was fired twice, and the glaze contains uranium!"

His eyes widened: "Which uranium?"

"Uranium-yellow uranium!"

Lin Changqing was startled and stared blankly at Lin Sicheng.

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

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

That's why this porcelain teapot has a greenish tinge.

He was also more aware of the dangers this thing could cause: it was something used to make nuclear bombs, just imagine?

"Where's the dating instrument? Why didn't it detect anything?"

Lin Sicheng gritted his teeth: "They even added depleted uranium, so it's currently in a semi-depressed state!"

Instantly, Lin Changqing's face turned ashen: "Let's go!"

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

With the glaze acting as a barrier, harmful rays cannot penetrate more than ten centimeters. The harmful distance of radioactive gases is also generally within twenty centimeters.

He was indeed fine, but the old man held the teapot and stared at it for a full hour.

The thought of it made Lin Sicheng want to kill those two businessmen on the spot...

"Go wash up quickly, but don't scrub too hard. You also need to drink water, as much as possible, but whatever you do, don't induce vomiting!"

Lin Changqing, his face dark, grabbed the bottled water on the table and ran away.

He knew all of this: drink as much water as possible to neutralize pollutants inhaled into the body.

In addition, you should wash all exposed body parts as soon as possible, such as your face, neck, and wrists.

After the old man left, Lin Sicheng took his grandfather's phone and quickly sent a text message: "Xiao Gu, someone at the Municipal Cultural Relics Company is committing fraud, involving tens of millions of yuan... Sicheng and I are here. Take more people with you and be quick!"

He tossed the phone onto the table, then picked it up: "Gu Ming, find a way to contact the Department of Radiation Oncology at the Second Affiliated Hospital of Jiaotong University. Our grandpa has been poisoned by uranium at the Municipal Cultural Relics Company. Send an ambulance immediately... Hurry!"

The others were still confused.

They didn't know which "uranium" Lin Sicheng was referring to, only assuming it was glaze. They also didn't know what kind of porcelain the "second firing" was.

President Bai stood up: "Xiao Lin, what happened?"

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

How is that possible?

President Bai stared wide-eyed: "Where's Professor Lin? Why did he leave?"

"He didn't leave; he went to wash his face: the glaze contains toxic substances, and even radioactive materials!"

Mr. Bai looked astonished, and everyone else, except for the two businessmen, looked completely bewildered.

Upon hearing the word "radiation," both of them noticeably leaned back.

This is a natural bodily reaction under extreme shock and astonishment.

The two even exchanged a glance?

Then, one of them immediately stood up and said, "Are you spouting nonsense about my antiques being poisonous?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sicheng's face turned green: He hadn't been sure before, but seeing his strong reaction and the way he even spoke in his hometown accent, it was definitely 100%.

I'll fuck your mother.

"Xiao Lin, that's impossible, isn't it?" President Bai was also skeptical. "With so many instruments and tests, if there were any problems, they would have been detected long ago."

"President Bai, instruments are not a panacea. Otherwise, all the cultural relics departments and experts would have changed careers long ago. What would be the point of having eyes to examine artifacts?"

"These bastards added uranium yellow to the released material, which can accelerate the decay of carbon atoms, so they were able to fool carbon-14 dating."

However, because yellow uranium is relatively stable and releases too little energy during decay to fool thermoluminescence, they added depleted uranium, which is more reactive and has a longer half-life!

"What is depleted uranium? It's used to make nuclear bombs... Its decay releases radon gas and other decay products, which are inhaled and continuously release energy over a long period..."

Suddenly, Lin Sicheng remembered the old man holding the porcelain teapot, barely letting go for an hour. It's no exaggeration to say he wanted to smash that fake Hong Konger's face to pieces.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his anger: after all, he had lived two lives, so he had to stay calm and composed.

In times of great importance, one must remain calm... Inhale, inhale.

A wise person does not stand under a crumbling wall... Exhale, exhale!

Mr. Bai stared blankly, at a loss for what to do.

Even if he doesn't understand, he knows what uranium is, what radioactive materials are, and what long-term energy release is.

But he didn't believe it.

Even if Professor Lin himself said it, let alone Lin Sicheng, he wouldn't believe it: it's just an antique, how could it be related to the atomic bomb?

The businessman jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end: "Young man, are you kidding me? Do you think this is a movie? You're flying and going through security, what kind of drug wouldn't be detected?"

What kind of testing is this?

Last year, a spy smuggled two kilograms of enriched uranium, hiding it in a box, and brazenly walked out of Russian customs and into Georgia.

Moreover, the two countries were in a pre-war state with extremely tense relations, and the investigation was exceptionally thorough. So why was it not discovered?

Because at this stage, the relevant testing equipment is simply not widely available...

The henchman behind him also stood up, picked up the suitcase, and said, "Mr. Bai, you're not being sincere. We're not doing this business!"

"You think you can just say you won't do it and then you won't?"

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

Upon hearing that the police had been called, the two men froze, both surprised and suspicious.

Then, suddenly, it rushed out.

You want to run? You try running!

Lin Sicheng stepped to the side, blocking the passageway.

The two exchanged a glance, and the merchant suddenly rushed to the side, while his henchman raised a box and hurled it at Lin Sicheng.

Having endured for so long, how could Lin Sicheng not have made preparations?

He casually picked up the stool next to the sofa.

It's the kind of seat that's placed between two sofas for a translator or secretary to sit on. It's small in size, but very heavy.

He ducked sharply to avoid the box, then swung his arm forcefully.

With a loud thud, the henchman's head slammed into the chair. His eyes rolled back, and before he could even let out a scream, he collapsed to the ground.

The customer had already run seven or eight meters and was holding the doorknob.

With a loud "thud," the stool slammed into the door, startling the merchant who ducked his head in fright.

As the door was opened, a figure was reflected in the doorway, as if it had taken flight.

Then, the customer felt as if he had been hit by a train.

With a kick, Lin Sicheng flipped over and straddled him, squinting his eyes and gritting his teeth, throwing a punch with his left hand and a punch with his right.

"Thump~" To hell with calm?

"Thump~" To hell with calmness?

"Thump~" To hell with quietness?

I've lived two lives, why should I have to put up with this humiliation?

One of the people in the reception room was stunned into silence.

With each punch, the merchant screamed in agony, like a pig being slaughtered.

The henchman lay motionless in the hallway, eyes closed. Blood seeped into the carpet from his hair.

The pouch fell not far away; it didn't break open, but it did create a huge crater.

Mr. Bai recalled the scene from earlier: Lin Sicheng blocked the aisle, and his henchman picked up a box and started smashing it...

The contents inside are worth tens of millions, how could he dare to do that?

Instantly, Mr. Bai's face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "Call the police!"