Chapter 32 Some people are always different.

"Glug, glug..."

The laboratory was filled with the aroma of tea, and the iron tablet lay quietly at the bottom of the tea liquid, occasionally bubbling up.

This process involves allowing the tannins in the tea leaves to react with the rust layer, then soaking the leaves statically for 24 hours, removing them, drying them in the sun, and finally using ultrasonic frequency vibration to remove the rust.

It needs to be repeated five to six times, lasting more than a week.

However, Lin Sicheng said in the text message that this method is not enough to clean it, and that electrostatic precipitator and chelating agent treatment are needed to remove the surface rust and harmful rust.

Afterwards, desalination, dechlorination, corrosion inhibition, sealing and other processes are required.

The detailed steps were also listed and sent to him via text message. But to be honest, Wang Qizhi didn't quite understand them.

It wasn't just him; apart from a handful of institutions like the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, the Department of Materials Science and Engineering at Beijing University of Technology, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, the National Museum of China, and the Beijing Cultural Relics Bureau, there were very few people in the country who understood this.

These institutions, including the one mentioned above, only began their research last year after the "Iron Cultural Relics Protection Project" was listed as a "Key Social Science Research Project of the Eleventh Five-Year Plan".

Prior to this, China's technology for the protection and restoration of iron cultural relics was virtually nonexistent. The reason was simple: the country lacked funds and could only prioritize urgent and less urgent matters.

This is why the papers Lin Sicheng mentioned were concentrated in 2006.

For the same reason, Wang Qizhi found it strange: apart from journal articles, Lin Sicheng had no other channels or means to access this kind of information.

But to say that Lin Sicheng could understand the specific technical content, master it, and even deduce the specific experimental details and precise data based on just a few papers is utter nonsense.

Not to mention Lin Sicheng, even Einstein wouldn't be able to do it.

But then another problem arose: he called a friend at the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, who said that the document Lin Sicheng had sent him was the standard procedure for the restoration of iron artifacts.

Including the bottle of acid that Lin Sicheng just prepared: if Wang Qizhi's test is correct, then it is a standard "rapid rust removal solution for ironware".

It is true that there are harmful effects, but they are completely controllable.

More importantly, the patent had just been applied for and the research and development unit, Beijing Chemical Industry Co., Ltd., had not yet started mass production. How did Lin Sicheng know the specific formula data?

The more Wang Qizhi thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He felt that this student was full of question marks.

The keyboard clicked a few times, and Wang Qizhi came back to his senses.

Feng Lin stared at the computer screen, her lips tightly clenched, her eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.

Take a closer look: "Acta Archaeologica Sinica", No. 8, 2006: Ultraviolet Imaging: Application of Surface Penetration Combined Imaging Technology in the Composition Analysis of Rust Layers on Ironware.

The research content is fine, the journal is fine, and the sponsoring organization is fine.

The question is from Lin Sicheng: Who reads a journal and remembers the date so clearly?

Thinking about it that way, that kid seems even stranger.

He tapped the table: "Xiao Feng, it's time to go home!"

"Huh? Oh, okay..."

Feng Lin snapped out of her daze, gripping the mouse and clicking the "X" repeatedly. Wang Qizhi then realized that she had opened not just this one, but many, all of which were journals and papers that Lin Sicheng had mentioned before.

It seems like he's been provoked?

That's normal.

I'm a professor, and I was still taken aback.

Just as she was thinking this, Feng Lin raised her head, her expression filled with shame, her eyes revealing surprise, doubt, and even confusion: "Professor Wang, I can't understand any of these papers!"

Wang Qizhi moved his lips, unsure how to comfort him.

It's normal that you don't understand what you're talking about, as every profession has its own secrets.

Even the procedure Lin Sicheng just sent him, along with the sealed medicine, he didn't understand it either.

Wang Qizhi sighed: "Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and your research direction is different from his."

Is that so?

Feng Lin bit her lip: "But Professor Wang, Lin Sicheng is only a senior? And...and...he failed so many courses before?"

Wang Qizhi was speechless: Yes, Lin Sicheng is only a senior, where did he get his "research" from?

And he's a terrible student?

He had heard rumors that Lin Sicheng didn't want to study at Xida University, so he had a falling out with Professor Lin and deliberately failed all his courses.

But in private, he is more eager to learn than anyone else, and learns faster than anyone else.

But even if you learn quickly, it's impossible to learn everything quickly, right?

It's even less likely that someone would be so outstanding that they would flaunt everything to others.

Appreciation and finding hidden gems can be attributed to family tradition, but what about research?

Don't even think about it if you don't go into the lab and just talk the talk.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Qizhi said something that sounded particularly sophisticated: "Some people are just different from the crowd!"

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, let's go home!"

Feng Lin sighed deeply: "Okay, Professor Wang!"

Life must go on, and work must continue. There are always people better than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. There's really no need to hold onto resentment.

Feng Lin turned off the computer and then the lights.

After leaving the lab and locking the door, she suddenly remembered something: "Professor Wang, since the lab is recruiting interns, could we recruit Lin Sicheng?"

Wang Qizhi was taken aback: Huh, why didn't I think of that?

An intern is out of the question. He's willing to hire one, but is Lin Sicheng willing to come?

Making hundreds of thousands in one go is impossible unless someone's brain is kicked by a donkey, otherwise they would be willing to work like a beast of burden for twelve hours a day, earning less than a thousand a month.

But he could pursue a master's degree. Right now, he's in his first semester of his senior year, so the timing isn't perfect.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Qizheng shook his head again.

Just a couple of days ago, he heard from someone that Professor Liu, who teaches "Scientific Archaeology," and Professor Shang, who studies ceramic restoration, both wanted Lin Sicheng to take their graduate entrance exams.

At the time, many people said that Lin Sicheng was such an incompetent fool that he had no chance of getting into the university unless these two people strongly protected him, so Professor Lin must have gotten in through connections.

He had some doubts at the time, but now it seems his doubts were indeed correct:

If Lin Sicheng were an incompetent fool, how could he possibly deduce a person's profession, or even their specific work address and company, just by looking at their hands?

This kid is like an awl hidden in a bag; his sharpness is about to be revealed, and he won't be able to keep it hidden any longer.

So even if I wanted to recruit him, he might not be willing to come: after all, from a business perspective, those who deal in bronze ware are definitely not as good as those who deal in porcelain ware, and if anyone is going to take the exam, it would be Shang Yan's graduate program.

Because the government doesn't allow the sale of bronze artifacts.

But things can be accomplished by human effort.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Qizhi took out his phone, but after dialing twice, it kept showing that the call was busy.

Never mind, I'll ask him in person tomorrow.

"Contact Teacher Yang and ask what classes Class 1 of Cultural Heritage Protection has tomorrow. If you have time, I'll ask Lin Sicheng to come over for a face-to-face meeting."

"Okay, Professor Wang!"

Feng Lin responded and dialed the number.

After a while, Feng Lin hung up the phone: "Professor Wang, tomorrow Class 1 of Cultural Relics Conservation has two main classes: earthen site protection and stone kiln reinforcement... but Teacher Yang said that Lin Sicheng has asked for leave again, saying that his brother is sick!"

Isn't this just nonsense again?

The teachers at the college all knew that Lin Sicheng was the only son in three generations, which was why Professor Lin was so strict with him.

So, where did he get his brother from?

Wang Qizhi took out his phone and sent a text message: Where did you get this brother from?

Lin Sicheng's phone vibrated, and he glanced at it.

No... I only asked for leave a few minutes ago, how did Professor Wang know?

As for my brother, I have neither a biological brother nor a godfather.