Chapter 48 Invitation

Wang Qizhi took the sunflower plate, leaving only a photo on the computer.

Shang Yan stared blankly at the screen, her fingertips tapping the table unconsciously, "tap tap...tap tap..."

Suddenly, she turned around and asked, "Li Zhen, did you mention Lin Sicheng's postgraduate entrance exam today?"

"I haven't had a chance yet. I originally wanted him to talk to you in person!"

"That's good... Don't mention it again!"

"ah?"

When I asked Professor Shang about it yesterday, he was still so eager.

Seeing Li Zhen's stunned expression, Shang Yan recalled the words Wang Qizhi had said before leaving:

Professor Shang, if Lin Sicheng were to come, how would you arrange things?

Should we treat him the same as everyone else, follow the established procedures, and just treat him as a new graduate student? Or should we tailor our teaching to his individual talents and give him special consideration?

If it's the latter, how should the other students be managed?

So Professor Shang, you first need to consider: Lin Sicheng isn't the only graduate student under you. There are second-year and third-year graduate students, even doctoral students, and even postdoctoral fellows... What will happen to these students after he arrives?

A single word awakens one from a dream!

She sighed and looked at Li Zhen very seriously: "If we let him come, in the lab, will you listen to him or he listen to you?"

Li Zhen was stunned.

She knew very well that she was inferior to Lin Sicheng in terms of knowledge reserves, proficiency in experimental procedures, and even research level.

The saying goes that there is no order of precedence in learning, and those who are accomplished are teachers. Logically, one should listen to Lin Sicheng.

But what about the other graduate students? Should they also listen to Lin Sicheng? The question is, will they even listen?

So, should we make Lin Sicheng listen to us?

Putting aside whether Lin Sicheng is willing or not, what if I've made a mistake?

She understood the reasoning, but Li Zhen just felt it was a pity.

“There’s nothing to regret!” Shang Yan shook her head. “Just like Professor Wang said: We can’t give up the whole forest for the sake of one good tree… As teachers, we should have the moral character we should have!”

Li Zhen moved her lips but dared not speak again.

I have a feeling that the teacher has been tricked by Professor Wang?

...

Wang Qizhi lay half-reclined on the sofa, staring at the two fish at the bottom of the plate, feeling he couldn't get enough of looking at them.

How beautiful, how vivid, how natural!

Why not give Lin Sicheng more trust and let him make up the difference directly?

Just as she was feeling annoyed, the latch clicked open, and Ye Anning pushed open the door.

Wang Qizhi glanced at it and continued looking at the pot.

He didn't move an inch, just lay half-reclined on the sofa, absent-minded and distracted.

Yet, his eyes revealed a deep longing and admiration.

Ye Anning paused for a moment, then muttered softly, "Auntie, it seems like Uncle has broken up with his girlfriend!"

"You brat!"

Shan Wangshu gave her a push, and the family filed in.

Looking at Wang Qizhi again, his mental state was indeed a bit strange. He was listless and sickly, his eyes were unblinking as if he were in a daze, but he had a smile on his face.

What's wrong with you?

Dan Wangshu cursed and walked over to take a look: "Huh, the plate is repaired?"

"So fast?"

Wang Qihua perked up, and his family followed closely behind, all crowding around him.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

"This fish looks just like it's alive, it's even blowing bubbles!"

"It doesn't look right, Uncle. Look, the fish hasn't been glued on yet. This copper plate should be a sample... But the scales are so fine, and there are even ripples and water droplets. It's so realistic..."

Ye Anning clicked her tongue in amazement, "This glaze is so rich and full, no ordinary person could possibly achieve this!"

Wang Qizhi nodded: "With six applications of blue, how could it not be full?"

"several times?"

Wang Qizhi gestured with his fingers: "Six times, 6.6 points of fever!"

Ye Anning was taken aback: "Uncle, your Vice Dean Lin... is quite capable?"

The truly remarkable one is not Dean Lin, but Lin Sicheng.

Wang Qizhi sighed softly: "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

"What?"

Lin Sicheng's exact words: "To fix this disc, his grandfather doesn't even need to get involved!"

Wang Qizhi sat up straight and pointed to the sample, "This was made by Lin Sicheng, the young man you met yesterday. He picked up this plate... Isn't that a coincidence?"

"He can also repair glaze?"

"He knows a lot more... The other day, the whole maintenance process I had you do for your iron crest was taught to you by him!"

Ye Anning was completely lost.

On the day I arrived, my uncle showed off his iron certificate and asked me to take care of him.

I was quite surprised at the time: my uncle had always studied bronzes, but I didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable about irons as well.

But he said: His students taught him.

I didn't believe it at the time, but it turns out it really was taught by his student?

Where did he learn that?

"In the book!"

Tch, can't even make up a lie?

Ye Anning didn't ask any more questions. She turned her head and stared at the bronze plate, looking at it in circles: "This craftsmanship is good enough to be in the provincial museum, isn't it?"

"The Provincial Museum?" Wang Qizhi couldn't help but chuckle. "Believe it or not, if I take a plate like this to Beijing, the Palace Museum and the Enamel Factory will be fighting over it?"

Isn't that an exaggeration?

The words were on the tip of Ye Anning's tongue, but she swallowed them back: "A 6.6 caliber enamel, to be fired to this level, even if it were placed in the Forbidden City or an enamel factory, it would definitely be considered a masterpiece of craftsmanship, and of course they would be scrambling to get it."

Doesn't this mean that before he even graduated, he's already paved a sunny road for himself?

Startled for a moment, Ye Anning suddenly remembered: "He also sold you that iron certificate?"

"Yes, the iron certificate cost forty, and they sold it to me for fifty thousand. The sunflower-shaped plate was given away for free, and they sold it to my elder brother for eight hundred thousand..."

Wang Qizhi chuckled, "That means he made 1.3 million from our family in just three days!"

"No...how old is he?"

"How old can a senior be?"

Ye Anning moved her lips, unsure how to comment.

Subconsciously, the image of Lin Sicheng appeared in my mind: young, energetic, and even a little naive.

To say that someone of that age has such keen insight is somewhat plausible. But to say that he possesses research capabilities and craftsmanship comparable to experts who have dedicated decades to their studies... it just seems impossible.

The others were all laymen, not very knowledgeable about any research or processes. But at least they knew what 1.3 million meant.

Then think about that young man... With that kind of ability, why bother studying?

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet, with everyone lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Wang Qizhi answered the phone easily, his spirits lifting: "I'm here. Downstairs? Oh, great..."

"What kind of alcohol do you want? What, not alcohol... How can a man not drink?"

"Wait for me for three minutes..."

After exchanging only three sentences, Wang Qizhi put away his phone and jumped up.

"Big brother, you've already eaten, right? Well, I'm not going to bother with you anymore... The people are waiting downstairs!"

"Wife, where did I put the case of wine I brought from the capital?"

The family was completely baffled as he rummaged through drawers and cabinets.

A moment later, Wang Qizhi stood up, carrying two bottles of Moutai in his hand.

The porcelain bottle has turned yellow, and the words on the label are somewhat blurred.

Wang Qihua was stunned for a moment: This wine is at least ten years old. He drank two bottles with Lao San on the day he arrived, and he was still thinking about how to take the remaining four bottles with him when he left.

Now, there are only two bottles left?

Just as they were wondering what was going on, Wang Qizhi reached the door and then, with a loud "bang," disappeared.

The family looked at each other in bewilderment: Why are they being chased like dogs?

After thinking for a moment, Ye Anning walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and her family followed.

As dusk fell, the evening glow filtered through the branches of the old locust tree, casting brilliant spots of light on the ground.

The boy stood under the tree, the rough bark pressing against his back. A gentle evening breeze lifted the wisps of hair on his forehead, revealing his slightly immature, handsome features.

Wang Qizhi stepped out of the building and put his arm around Lin Sicheng's shoulder...