Chapter 52 Is this still a scientific world?

As the Coaster drove out of the school gate, the scenery along the street kept receding, but Wang Qizhi's face grew darker and darker.

He used to work at the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Baoji Bronze Museum, and this was the kind of thing he hated the most, which is why he applied to be transferred to a university.

But he discovered that even in an ivory tower, such things are still unavoidable.

Then think back to the boasts I made to Lin Sicheng last night, fueled by alcohol: "With me around, you can do whatever you want at school."

The result was unexpected: he actually wanted to carry it away first?

Lin Sicheng suppressed a laugh: "You're probably overthinking it. It's probably just a coincidence!"

That's true to some extent, but not absolutely.

Wang Qizhi didn't say anything, but pointed behind him.

Aside from the director of the school office who handles administrative matters, there are six professors: two specializing in calligraphy and painting, two in ceramics, one in jade and stone carving, and he is the only one who studies bronzes.

Coincidentally, the university has the most professors specializing in bronzes. So, did they stop appraising bronzes before he arrived?

"At most, it's considered passive resistance," Lin Sicheng said seriously. "Put yourself in their shoes: you stole their project and occupied the school's largest lab, and you expect them to have some complaints?"

Wang Qizhi was speechless.

Forget it, let's seek peace through struggle!

He sighed, preparing to give a token pep talk, but as soon as he turned his head, he instinctively froze.

Immediately, my mood improved a lot.

All six professors brought assistants, some with one, some with two, filling most of the Coaster bus.

The professors were probably more relaxed; they were probably used to it by now. But the teaching assistants and graduate students were either muttering to themselves or constantly glancing ahead.

Their expressions varied: some were envious, some were jealous, and some were even contemptuous.

Could it be that they despise him for being the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee?

Of course, it's a way of looking down on Lin Sicheng, this academic failure: Did Professor Lin get in through connections again?

Otherwise, how could an undergraduate student like him, who doesn't even have the qualifications to carry a bag, be so brazenly following Professor Wang?

Incompetent fool... Don't be shameless... You can't plaster a wall with mud...

Wang Qizhi could imagine how his assistants were cursing Lin Sicheng in their hearts, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became.

"Lin Sicheng, don't you think we'd make a pretty good master-disciple pair?"

Lin Sicheng asked, puzzled, "Why?"

“They’re all people with connections!” Wang Qizhi pointed behind him. “Look behind you if you don’t believe me!”

Lin Sicheng turned his head: those who were muttering stopped, and those who were sneering also controlled their expressions.

But his gaze remained direct.

Lin Sicheng smiled indifferently: "Only those who can withstand the trials of heaven are true heroes; only the mediocre are not envied!"

Even Wang Qizhi, with his thick skin, couldn't help but blush slightly: these were the words he had said to Lin Sicheng last night, patting his chest.

He was praising himself, of course...

...

The Municipal Bureau is right next to the Drum Tower; it took about half an hour to drive there.

The contact was made in a hurry, and the arrival was even more hasty, but the bureau attached great importance to it: a deputy director, the director of the forensic center, and two deputy directors were waiting downstairs early in the morning.

The other professors had visited many times and were all familiar with each other, so Guan Xingmin gave a special introduction to Wang Qizhi.

It was exactly the same as when we were in the office: several leaders smiled, shook hands and kept shaking, saying "I've heard so much about you" while wondering to themselves: Goodness, how much have they been drinking?

Is this Secretary Wang a drunkard?

Wang Qizhi forced a smile, his face turning red from head to toe, wishing he could slap himself twice.

You drank too much; you've really embarrassed yourself now.

After a brief introduction, the two deputy directors led the way, their feet already on the steps, but Guan Xingmin waved his hand.

Then, he leaned closer: "Director Chen, Director Zhang, this is Lin Sicheng..."

Fearing the two leaders might not remember, he gave them a special reminder: "Municipal Cultural Relics Company, Backflow Pot!"

It's no exaggeration to say that in an instant, the eyes of the two leaders lit up. At the same time, the deputy director also reached out his hand.

Because of this young man, how many times have they been scolded in the past two weeks? Every time, they were berated mercilessly and brutally.

But if it weren't for this young man, they wouldn't have just been scolded; they would have lost their hats. And they would have lost them in droves...

The bureau chief shook his head once, then shook it again. His smile was no longer the formulaic one, but more sincere: "Student Lin, you've worked hard!"

He shook it for a long time before letting go, and didn't forget to praise Guan Xingmin: "Director Guan is so thoughtful!"

Although the possibility is slim, what if it happens?

What if a radioactive source also appears at the evidence center... haha!

Lin Sicheng finally understood what Guan Xingmin meant when he said "just right" in the dean's office.

This is a good opportunity for me to see if the evidence center also has something similar to a reverse-flow pot.

He smiled and said, "You're too kind, sir!"

The professors were baffled: Did Lin Changqing really have that much influence?

Was it really so high-profile that a municipal bureau leader personally shook hands with Lin Sicheng, and for such a long time?

That shouldn't be the case, right?

Several teaching assistants secretly scoffed: "Tsk, having a dean as a grandpa is really great..."

Wang Qizhi was startled: when Director Guan introduced Lin Sicheng, he didn't even mention Professor Lin's name, so it had nothing to do with Professor Lin at all.

The key was the attitude of the two leaders: their appreciation was tinged with a hint of amazement, and their sincerity revealed a touch of gratitude.

Let alone the fact that Lin Changqing is only the vice dean and has already retired, even if he were the principal, his grandson wouldn't have this kind of treatment.

So, what did Lin Sicheng do?

Two deputy directors led the way, and two leaders and Guan Xingmin accompanied them as the group entered the authentication center.

As soon as he sat down, Wang Qizhi turned around and asked, "What did you do?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I can't say!"

First, the case hasn't been solved yet; second, the impact is too bad. Guan Xingmin specifically instructed that it shouldn't be spread around, especially not in this place.

Wang Qizhi was startled again: It's most likely a big case?

Otherwise, Lin Sicheng wouldn't have been so direct.

Thinking about it further: he must have played a big role in it, and Professor Lin basically had nothing to do with it, which is why the leaders were so enthusiastic when they saw him.

But what kind of case could it be?

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became. While the forensic center briefly explained the details of the request for assistance, Wang Qizhi made an excuse to go outside the meeting room and make a phone call.

He contacted an acquaintance, and the feedback was quick. Wang Qizhi held his phone, his expression twisting little by little.

So today's joint construction guidance was all because of Lin Sicheng?

The problem is... that's a radioactive source, can you tell just by looking at it?

Wang Qizhi felt as if his understanding was about to collapse.

Compared to this, all of Lin Sicheng's previous excellence and uniqueness seem so insignificant:

What's so special about knowing how to protect ironware?

Knowing how to apply enamel or repair enamelware is of little consequence.

He knows how to operate ultraviolet infrared cameras and X-ray machines, but he's not even a hair's breadth from them.

Identifying radioactive sources by sight... Is this even a scientific world?

Through the conference room door, Wang Qizhi looked at his newly accepted disciple with the eyes of someone looking at a deity.