Chapter 97 A good man doesn't fight with a woman.

Wang Qizhi nodded, and Wei Hong respectfully handed the manuscript to Lin Sicheng.

Lin Sicheng took it and looked at it carefully: "The general idea is correct, we just need to add some details..."

After glancing at it twice, Wang Qizhi couldn't help but purse his lips: What's right about it? It's way off track.

But I must say, Lin Sicheng has quite the presence; at least he's more patient than him.

At the same time, those below also stopped writing and listened attentively, including Zhu Kaiping.

Wang Qizhi listened along, becoming more and more satisfied. He thought to himself that it wouldn't be long before Lin Sicheng would have to change his address from "senior brother" to "teacher".

And so, almost half an hour passed before Wei Hong realized what was happening. She felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and everything became clear to her.

Finally, he took the manuscript and kept saying thank you, calling him "senior brother" on the left and "senior brother" on the right.

Chen Huaizhi was initially eager to try, but after listening carefully, the more she looked at it, the more she felt that her plan was utterly worthless.

Of course, she is still a little bit better than Wei Hong.

But why can't we become even stronger?

With that thought in mind, she simply sat up straight, pulled over a sheet of white paper, and started drafting again.

The two undergraduates didn't even dare to touch it: they felt that what they wrote was probably worse than shit.

Forget it, let's talk about it when Professor Wang isn't around.

Then, the laboratory fell silent again.

Suddenly, "ding~", the timer of the electric kiln went off.

Chen Huaizhi seemed to wake from a dream and was about to get up when Lin Sicheng waved his hand: "You keep writing!"

He walked over and took out the baked purple-gold bowl.

Wang Qizhi also went over to take a look: Tsk, the adhesion is not bad.

There was no excessive shrinkage or obvious expansion; the shape was flat and symmetrical, and the seams were perfectly sealed.

After letting it cool down naturally, Lin Sicheng put on his protective suit and began the most important step: patching the missing paint lines.

As the name suggests: lacquer and aged brick powder are mixed to form a paste, which is then rolled into threads and used to build up the gaps one by one.

The reason for twisting it into a thread is to increase its tensile strength and power, similar to the steel bars in a cement wall.

The reason they are stacked one by one is to leave enough space for contraction and expansion inside, similar to the expansion joints in a concrete floor...

Lin Sicheng proceeded methodically, while Wang Qizhi stood quietly to the side.

The work is the same, and it follows the same process no matter who does it, but some people find it exceptionally pleasant to do.

Just like now: Lin Sicheng pinched a piece of clay as thick as a finger and shaped it into a thread as thin as a toothpick. With a quick twist, he piled it onto the rim of a bowl. Not only was it thin, but it was also even.

But if it were someone else, even if they called it lacquered thread, they would at most twist it into a rope as thick as a matchstick.

The reason lies in the preparation of the lacquer paste, which is precisely the key and challenge of the lacquerware process: adhesion, strength, and expansion coefficient.

Especially the last point: the coefficient of the lacquer must be as close as possible to that of the porcelain body, otherwise it will lead to cracks or expansion.

It's unclear which type it will be; we'll have to wait for it to air dry naturally. And that will take a long time, at least a week.

If none of those are available, then the final step is painting and gilding.

After the purple-gold bowl was repaired, the lard-glazed white bowl was also taken out of the kiln. They were repaired together and sent to the inner room to air dry.

As Lin Sicheng took off his protective suit and sat down to chat with Wang Qizhi, the group's plans were gradually handed over.

Wang Qizhi crossed his arms, showing no intention of intervening.

He needed to know a great deal about the research direction and experimental framework that he had agreed upon with Lin Sicheng.

But if a teacher has to keep busy after accepting a disciple, then wouldn't that be a waste of time to accept a disciple?

Lin Sicheng had no choice but to read through them one by one, pointing out what needed to be corrected and clarifying what needed to be clarified.

Afterwards, I discussed the experimental details with Zhu Kaiping, Chen Huaizhi, and Wei Hong, and we finally decided to officially start work next Monday.

From beginning to end, Wang Qizhi pretended to be invisible.

At first, some people wondered to themselves: The mentor is still sitting here, but Lin Sicheng is taking on all the responsibilities and making decisions on his own. Won't the mentor have something to say about this?

For example, Wei Hong.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Wang Qizhi glared at her and shut her up: "Teacher, do you think it's easy for me to have a moment of peace?"

Besides, this was something that had been agreed upon with Lin Sicheng long ago: he would be in charge of the overall direction, and Lin Sicheng would be in charge of the details.

Wang Qizhi firmly believes that simply stepping into the laboratory, even if the building collapses or the laboratory explodes, is just a "detail".

After a brief discussion and a brief arrangement of the experimental schedule for next week, Lin Sicheng announced that everyone was off work.

He greeted everyone one by one and said goodbye to the teacher and student. Looking at the sparsely populated lab, where even leaving work seemed a bit awkward, Wang Qizhi felt particularly melancholy: "Well, are we a little too few people?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Teacher, it's definitely enough for the initial stage!"

Wang Qizhi persisted: "What about later stages?"

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "We'll definitely add more later, roughly two or three groups: data integration, cross-validation, and field collection. But no matter how many, the current experimental analysis group will definitely be the main one!"

"I know, but I think there are still too few people! Besides, the school and the province are very supportive, and the funding is more than enough!"

Wang Qizhi gave him an encouraging look and laughed again, "Including today's meeting, after the dean asked the principal, he asked... When he found out that there were only eight people in my lab and yours, his eyes widened: Wang Qizhi, with just a few of you, you call this a 'national-level project'? If this project gets out of the city, I'll change my surname to yours..."

Lin Sicheng also smiled.

Of course, the more money the better, and it would be even better if there was strong support from superiors. But the problem is, with so many people, he really doesn't know where to use it.

The research direction and experimental framework were already in place. The order of sub-topics, the research focus, and even the experimental sequence were all in my mind.

To put it bluntly: the possibility of making a directional mistake is very small.

Just like the paper he gave Zhu Kaiping earlier, it was only a draft, yet it shortened the research cycle by more than half. If it were made a little more detailed, it could be shortened by another half.

But then again, everything has its limits.

For example, if you fire 10,000 shells and each one hits the same spot, after firing 10,000 shells, the result is just a shell crater. What does that mean?

Therefore, it's wise to know when to stop.

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and said, "Then let's add another group to work on integrating the data and collecting information!"

"What about the experimental group? Shall we add another one?"

"Teacher, we only have a few copper sheets, a copper pipe, and six people including Assistant Feng. Even if each person holds one sheet and studies it, we still can't share it all..."

Lin Sicheng said helplessly, "This doesn't even include you and me!"

"That's true!"

Wang Qizhi estimated for a moment, "Then let's add a group first, but there can't be too few people: at least six to eight, to integrate the data and information as soon as possible. Once that's done, we'll add a verification group."

Once the verification is almost complete, the auxiliary experiments must be started. One group is too few; we need at least two... Don't worry about the people; the principal said: "Let me choose freely..."

Lin Sicheng nodded subconsciously, but in his heart he was thinking: the school leaders attach so much importance to this, which shows that higher-level leaders are also paying attention.

The intensity needs to be toned down further.

Once work officially begins, I can't come to the lab too often, and even when I do, I have to be patient. I can't be quick to fix every little mistake I see.

Without affecting the overall progress, we should try our best to let Zhu Kaiping perform to his full potential. It's not too late to remind him only when he "discovers a problem but can't solve it," or when he has clearly gone astray.

This is what a normal research process should be like...

The teacher and student discussed their ideas as they left the laboratory.

After finishing his brief explanation, Wang Qizhi invited Lin Sicheng to his home for dinner.

"Your teacher's wife stewed grouse, although it was farmed, but she used genuine wild hazel mushrooms from Northeast China... and also braised pork bones..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sicheng's mouth began to water.

Wang Qizhi always bragged about how wonderful Mrs. Shan's cooking was. Even Ye Anning would praise it whenever it was mentioned.

My cousin Ye is a real foodie; if she says it's delicious, then it must be delicious.

Lin Sicheng nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll go in a bit!"

Wang Qizhi knew immediately that he was going to buy something, and slapped Lin Sicheng on the back.

Then, with a glare, he said, "If you're going, let's all go together. Stop with the nonsense..."

"You Jian is also here (Wang Qizhi's child)!"

"So what if he's here? You'd be better off giving him some practice problems when you have time..."

It wasn't just a whim of Wang Qizhi's; he genuinely felt that Lin Sicheng's learning method was effective: no matter what materials came into his hands, he could memorize most of them after just one quick glance.

Lin Sicheng gave a thumbs up: This is my real father.

The two chatted and laughed as they left the experimental center. Just as they stepped down the stairs, Shang Yan came towards them.

She glanced at Wang Qizhi, her eyes narrowing into slits: "Heh!"

Wang Qizhi remained expressionless: "Huh?"

"I can't be bothered to talk to you!"

Shang Yan waved her hand like she was shooing away flies, then looked at Lin Sicheng: "It's been a whole day, and you haven't answered your phone."

"Huh?" Lin Sicheng suddenly remembered, "I've been in the lab all day, so I turned it off to silent mode this morning?"

"It's okay, are you free tomorrow? If possible, take half a day off and come with me to look at something."

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.

Shang Yan smiled and said, "Lin Sicheng, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

She was referring to the time after her last negotiation with Wang Qizhi, right here, when she asked him in person: "Lin Sicheng, if I need your help in the future, will you come?"

Lin Sicheng: Come here.

But the problem is that Professor Shang and Professor Wang are standing right there. They are such big, living people. You can't just ignore them, can you?

It couldn't be that she thought Wang Qizhi was deliberately preventing her from answering her calls, could it?

Just as Lin Sicheng was about to explain, Shang Yan turned around and sneered, "Hey Wang, it's only half a day, are you going to ask for leave or not?"

"What do I owe you?"

He'd barely uttered half a retort when he saw Shang Yan glaring at him, looking like she was saying, "Come on, if you've got the guts, fight me!" Wang Qizhi's tongue twisted, and a smile spread across his face. "Please!"

"You're smart to know what's good for you!"

Shang Yan snorted coldly, then smiled at Lin Sicheng: "Call me when you get to school tomorrow!"

He left without hesitation or lingering.

Wang Qizhi gave a low hum.

The sound was extremely low, absolutely not a meter away.

Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered: "Teacher, what did you do to offend Professor Shang this time?"

Where did the word "again" come from?

Wang Qizhi said with a bitter face, "It was the last time, the time you repaired the plum vase, when I was negotiating with her in the office!"

After a series of persuasive arguments, Wang Qizhi managed to raise his IQ to 190 before finally making the woman give up completely.

But it seems she's come to her senses again?

As a professor, Shang Yan still has her pride. She's already said what she wanted to say; she wouldn't go so far as to make advances towards Lin Sicheng.

But shouldn't we let out that pent-up anger?

Wang Qizhi thought to himself: As the old saying goes, a good man doesn't fight with a woman... It's only a half-day holiday.

He thought for a moment, then added, "Go and come back soon!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay!"