Chapter 40 Who told you to be my uncle?

The two are older, so they must be a couple.

Three young men followed behind, all looking very similar. The youngest boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, probably in high school at most.

Five people got off the bus, and ten eyes blinked: first at Lin Sicheng, then at the dog, and finally at the basin.

Imagine this: you're just casually strolling down the street, and suddenly you run into a dog with a dog bowl covered in dog poop in its mouth?

Upon closer inspection, the dog bowl turned out to be an antique, and even a royal artifact, worth nearly a million.

Just ask me: would TV drama actors dare to write something like this?

Staring at Lin Sicheng, who was covered in mud, for a long time, the man finally smiled and asked, "May I take a look?"

"certainly!"

Hao Jun handed the basin over.

The man took it, but turned around and handed it to the youngest of the three young people.

She looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a tall and slender figure, and her moon-white long dress accentuated her perfect curves.

Her hair was black and shiny, her eyebrows were long and slanted, her skin was fair, her features were striking, and her eyes sparkled like stars.

His eyes, filled with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, swept over Lin Sicheng's face twice.

"Sister Anning, here you go!"

The boy handed over a few tissues.

"You can't be sure if you use a pad!"

She shook her head and took the basin.

He looked very focused, careful, and skilled.

First, look at the exposed cloisonné wires at the bottom of the basin. Not only look, but also examine them: use your fingernail to poke into the gaps between the cloisonné wires to check whether the copper wires are of uniform thickness and whether the spacing between the copper wires is consistent.

Next, examine the rim of the pot: check if the concave curve is natural, and then measure with your knuckles to see if the palm leaves and the overall shape are symmetrical.

Next, examine the glaze: pinch off a small piece from the broken part of the fish tail, slowly crush it with your fingernail, and observe its composition.

I only looked at the items last...

Hao Jun and Guan Xingmin exchanged a glance: just by looking at this technique, you can tell this person is an expert.

And look at this professional attitude: Lin Sicheng just rinsed it with water. How clean could that basin possibly be?

Even from this distance, they could still smell it, but the girl didn't seem to care at all and kept touching and picking at it.

There's an antique market right next door, so it's not unusual to run into an expert here. What's unusual is the age of this expert: twenty-three or twenty-four, or twenty-four or twenty-five?

The crucial point is, it's a woman?

But then I think about Lin Sicheng standing next to me...

Forget it, stop thinking about it, it's just more embarrassing.

After looking at it for about ten minutes, the girl returned the basin to Hao Jun and then looked at Lin Sicheng: "Which chapter of the Qing History Draft did you mention before?"

Without hesitation, Lin Sicheng replied: "The Sons of the Holy Ancestor, The Sixth Prince, and Volume 505, Biographies 292."

The girl thought for a moment: "The first two are about Yunxiang, what about the next one?"

“Nian Xiyao, the Grand Steward of the Imperial Household Department and the Remote Supervisor of the Jingde Imperial Kiln.”

Which articles are from the Qing Dynasty archives?

"Records of all work done in the Imperial Workshops of the Hall of Mental Cultivation!"

You remember it so clearly?

Think back to before: He could even pinpoint the exact year, month, and day?

The more the girl looked at Lin Sicheng, the more curious she became: "You graduated from Peking University?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Never been!"

The girl pursed her lips, took the tissue to wipe her hands, and said, "Uncle, I think it's fine. Call Uncle and ask him to come and take a look too!"

"Okay!" The man nodded and smiled. "Gentlemen, it's lunchtime, how about we have lunch together?"

Hao Jun shook his head and looked at Lin Sicheng, who was covered in mud and smelled of dog poop.

Looking like that, wouldn't you get kicked out of a restaurant if you dared to enter?

"Thank you, but I'll skip the dinner. If you're interested, we can arrange a time to meet at Rongbaozhai!"

The man's eyes lit up.

Antiques aren't something you can just buy on a whim. Even if they're genuine, he's still thinking about how to make the transaction as safe as possible.

Since you dare to go to Rongbaozhai, there's nothing to worry about.

"Okay, then it'll be 3 PM!"

"Can!"

They exchanged phone numbers, said goodbye, and the family got into the Mercedes-Benz.

Lin Sicheng threw the two pieces of cloth into the trash can and untied the dog's leash: "I'm not eating, I'll take the dog back first!"

"Get in!" Hao Jun rolled his eyes, opened the trunk, and said, "Shove the dog in here!"

"I'm covered in mud!"

"So what if I'm covered in mud? I sold some basins this afternoon, can't you just get me a new one?"

"OK!"

Hao Jun was grinning, but when he saw Lin Sicheng nod, he immediately stopped smiling: "I was just kidding, okay?"

In Lao Guan's words: This kid is a bit stubborn; he always repays kindness and avenges wrongs.

Don't believe me?

It's been over a week, and those two fake antique dealers who sold the celadon teapot are still in the hospital.

If he dared to agree to buy him a car just for that purple clay teapot, Lin Sicheng would really be willing to do so.

"I can't eat now, so please take me home, senior brother. I also need your help with the basin..."

"Aren't you going this afternoon?"

"I need to go to the hospital first."

That's true.

Although there are no external injuries, it's still best to get it checked out just to be on the safe side.

After starting the car, Hao Jun first drove Lin Sicheng and the dog to the Xida Family Compound.

...

The ivy turned a wine-red hue, and the palm-sized leaves rustled in the autumn wind.

Wang Qizhi, with his hands in his jacket pockets, absentmindedly stepped out of the building.

He heard two beeps behind him and realized that his car was parked on the side of the road.

Once in the passenger seat, Shan Wangshu glanced at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"That student, Lin Sicheng, you've met him before!"

Shan Wangshu had certainly seen him before, and remembered him very well: "Hmm, what's wrong?"

"I'm thinking, how can I get him to take the entrance exam for my graduate program?"

"Isn't he a bad student? He won't pass the exam, right?"

"What do you mean it's bad? It's all just hearsay. That kid learned it way too well..."

Wang Qizhi recounted what happened in the lab yesterday, saying, "If we bring her in, she'll definitely be more effective than Feng Lin."

"Then why don't you just let him take the test?"

"I'd like him to take the exam, but it depends on whether he's willing to take it!"

Dan Wangshu was stunned for a moment, her face filled with disbelief.

The youngest professor and the youngest dean at Northwest University.

My first project after joining the company had no shortage of technology or funding, and I could easily publish academic papers.

Other students would have worked themselves to the bone to get in, but Lin Sicheng wasn't willing?

Wang Qizhi shook his head: "You don't understand!"

"Fine, fine, I don't understand!" Shan Wangshu pouted and started the car. "Keep an eye on the road for me!"

Where are my brothers?

"They said it was Rongbaozhai!"

"It's right at the foot of the old city wall. Once you reach the Bell and Drum Tower, drive south along Beida Street! Oh, by the way... has Anning secured a job yet?"

"You just remembered?" Shan Wangshu glared at him. "Poly Auction, Business Assistant in the Calligraphy and Painting Department!"

"Did Second Sister order it?"

“Yes!” Shan Wangshu said with a half-smile, “They said they would let An Ning gain experience at the Xijing branch for two years first!”

What kind of training is this? This is clearly just getting rid of a burden.

"I helped her take care of her child before we were even married, and now my child is almost ten years old. Am I still helping her take care of her child?" Wang Qizhi sighed. "Let Ye Anning take the surname Wang instead of Ye."

Shan Wangshu laughed heartily: "Who told you to be my uncle?"