Chapter 104 Are you polite?
The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves fall like butterflies.
The tires made a soft, rustling sound as they rolled over the roadside.
Shang Yan sat in the back row, her thoughts slightly disordered.
If Fang Jingxian had known that so much would happen today, she wouldn't have taken Lin Sicheng with her even if she had to kowtow until her head bled: several million yuan is enough to make people lose their understanding and even go crazy.
But everything happened so fast, who could have imagined it?
After a long silence, she hesitated before speaking, then said, "Lin Sicheng, don't go running around these next few days!"
Looking in the rearview mirror, Lin Sicheng nodded: "Professor Shang, I understand!"
He also knew what Professor Shang was worried about: Why don't you stop going to the police station? After all, the other party is rich and powerful, so what's the point of going?
Instead, it drove them to desperation.
But Professor Shang didn't know that from the moment he stepped into that shop and began appraising that Burmese Buddha statue, the two had already become mortal enemies.
The logic is simple: for normal buyers and sellers, even if the transaction amount is tens of millions or hundreds of millions, if the item is ultimately identified as fake, the seller will only doubt the appraiser's eyesight and skill level, rather than feel resentful.
Perhaps, they'll even be grateful in the end.
But if it's a setup, then I'm sorry: even a single suspicious glance from you is blocking my path to wealth.
Either shut up, get out, or I'll kill you.
So now it's either Chairman Yang going in, or Lin Sicheng getting into trouble with Chairman Yang. The problem is, who in this world would just stretch out their neck and wait for the enemy to chop them off?
The saying goes, "He who strikes first gains the upper hand; he who strikes last suffers the consequences."
After a moment's thought, Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "Professor Shang, I know my limits!"
"Um."
Shang Yan replied, then thought for a moment, "And Fang Jingxian, just leave her alone! Let her find that birthday gift wherever she wants, if she can't find it, she can just die!"
Lin Sicheng laughed heartily: "Okay!"
After saying a few more words, the Corolla steadily drove into the campus and stopped in front of the staff dormitory building.
After getting out of the car, Shang Yan was still a little worried and earnestly instructed, "Don't wander off."
Lin Sicheng handed over the car keys: "Professor Shang, don't worry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone buzzed, and Lin Sicheng took it out to take a look.
It was a text message from Wang Qizhi, just three words: "Are you back yet?"
Lin Sicheng replied: I've arrived at school.
"Wang Qizhi, right?" Shang Yan pouted. "Is his wife keeping such a close eye on him?"
Lin Sicheng didn't say anything, he just smiled.
After saying goodbye to Shang Yan, he went to the supermarket near the school gate and bought some things.
It wasn't much, just a few kinds of fruit and snacks, and a pack of cigarettes for Wang Qizhi.
Since he was going to get the appraisal done today, Lin Sicheng thought it would be better to cram at the last minute, so he didn't go last night.
But my mentor has summoned me again today, so I absolutely cannot stand him up.
Once upstairs, he knocked on the door, and Wang Qizhi, shuffling in his slippers, opened it.
As soon as I stepped over the threshold, a faint fragrance wafted over.
Lin Sicheng glanced around: the kitchen lights were on, and the range hood was making a loud rumbling noise.
Wang Qizhi smiled smugly: "The stewed pheasant smells good, doesn't it?"
Lin Sicheng was taken aback. "Wasn't there only one?"
"I called you at noon, and your teacher's wife knew you were coming this afternoon, so she asked me to get her another one!"
"ah?"
"No way, it's just a chicken!"
That's not an ordinary chicken, that's a pheasant!
After a moment's thought, Lin Sicheng entered the room.
Wang Qizhi took the cigarette, looked around, and then frowned: "The problem is, where can I hide it?"
Lin Sicheng didn't say anything, but glanced at the rear-projection TV: "That thing has an empty shell underneath. You could hide a whole box of it, let alone just one."
Wang Qizhi's eyes lit up: How come I never thought of that before?
He chuckled and found a screwdriver: "Don't you not smoke?"
He doesn't smoke, but he hides money?
In other families, the father and mother are strict and the grandparents spoil them, but in the Lin family, it's the other way around: the old man is extremely strict with his children for fear of them going astray, and the parents give them money secretly.
But if he wasn't careful, his grandfather would confiscate it. Lin Sicheng had no choice but to use his wits and courage...
While Ren Wang Qizhi was fiddling with things, Lin Sicheng put down the fruit and went to the kitchen to check on the pot.
Seeing that everything was fine, he took out the teapot and brewed tea.
Wang Qizhi didn't care: "Anyway, I'll be coming here often in the future, so this is a good opportunity for him to get familiar with the place."
A little while later, the teacher and student sat on the sofa and drank tea.
"The Jewelry Association, surnamed Yang?" Wang Qizhi thought for a moment, "I don't remember him, but he must have some influence!"
Of course.
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Without some skill, one cannot serve as president for eleven years."
Wang Qizhi took a sip of tea: "But you don't seem very worried?"
Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "With the teacher here, I'm definitely not worried!"
Wang Qizhi: "Hehe!"
If you were planning to ask him for help, Lin Sicheng would just tell you directly, instead of asking: If we take this case, to what extent can we get it done?
This shows that he already had a solution in mind.
But Wang Qizhi was not entirely at ease.
Because jade is a relatively niche product, relevant departments are not paying much attention to it at present. If Yang Zhigao has enough influence, at most his jade will be confiscated and he will be fined.
The saying goes, "If you try to kill a snake, you'll get bitten instead."
"Tell me!"
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Jadeite is nothing, it's just a matter of losing some money. The key issue is that Yang Zhigao sold fake jade: he used Qinghai jade and Russian jade to impersonate Hetian jade, and he did this for about fifteen or sixteen years!"
Wang Qizhi froze, his hand holding the teacup hanging in mid-air: "Sold for fifteen or sixteen years?"
The key issue is that he's using the guise of "President of the Jewelry Association"?
He put down his cup: "How did you know?"
“We have two of them at home, both bought about six or seven years ago, and they’re both big items!” Lin Sicheng sighed. “They cost the old man more than two million yuan.”
More than two million six or seven years ago?
I bet Lin Changqing still doesn't know this?
Wang Qizhi stared at Lin Sicheng, his expression growing increasingly strange.
Lin Sicheng poured him more tea: "Teacher, feel free to laugh if you want!"
"I didn't mean to laugh..." Wang Qizhi gritted his teeth, his mouth agape as if he had a piece of candy in it. "Everyone makes a mistake sometimes."
Today's events were indeed quite convoluted and serious in nature. But for some reason, Wang Qizhi just wanted to laugh.
He did not doubt the truthfulness of what Lin Sicheng said: if even Lin Changqing could be deceived, it must have been a long time for him to do this, how many people had been deceived, and how high the amount of money involved must have been.
Let's estimate Yang Zhigao's income at a low level: over 100 million... He'll never be able to get out of this world.
He added a reminder: "If you try to kill a snake, you'll get bitten instead. Don't hold back!"
"Teacher, I know!"
Wang Qizhi nodded.
Normally, Lin Sicheng has a gentle and steady personality. But when he gets serious, he can be ruthless.
For example, one of the two Hong Kongers who sold the fake reverse-flow kettle is still in a wheelchair...
Just as he was pondering this, a "beep beep" notification sounded from the kitchen. Wang Qizhi stood up and said, "Watch some TV first!"
"I'll go too, it's boring sitting alone!"
"It's your first time at home, how can I let you do anything?" Wang Qizhi said, glancing sideways. "Besides, you wouldn't know how anyway!"
"Teacher, I actually know a little bit about this!" Lin Sicheng smiled. "Besides, it's not like I can't learn it."
Wang Qizhi scoffed, "Lin Sicheng, do you think this is an authentication?"
"It really isn't much harder than identification!"
"Alright, let's go, let the teacher see for himself!"
Wang Qizhi cheerfully led Lin Sicheng into the kitchen and handed him an apron.
Lin Sicheng put it on and looked around again.
The hazel grouse is stewed, fragrant and delicious. A mandarin fish, already scraped and cleaned, sits in the tank, and the prawns have been deveined.
There was also pork spine, lamb chops, and some seasonal vegetables, all of which had been washed and cut.
It seems that Wang Qizhi started preparing immediately after making the call, and he put a lot of thought into it.
Moreover, it is highly valued.
With a sigh, Lin Sicheng picked up the kitchen knife: "Teacher, go have some tea, leave the rest to me!"
Wang Qizhi expressed doubt: "Are you sure you can do it?"
"At least it can be cooked through, so it's definitely edible!"
With a chuckle, Lin Sicheng picked up a bowl and turned it upside down: "Swoosh!"
The blade grazed the bottom of the bowl, making Wang Qizhi's eardrums go numb. But then, his eyes widened in surprise.
Lin Sicheng held the fish with one hand and a knife in the other. With a gentle slit, a line appeared on the fish's back.
It's as straight as if it were drawn with a ruler.
Then they started cutting it; it was incredibly thin, yet still just as thick.
Wang Qizhi immediately fell silent: Just by looking at his knife skills, you can tell that Lin Sicheng's cooking skills are definitely not bad.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Lin Sicheng, come out, I'll handle it!"
I was just joking because Lin Sicheng made a boastful statement. I never expected him to actually do it?
But even if someone is a student, it's unreasonable to expect them to cook on their first day at their teacher's house.
"Teacher, please don't be so polite. Besides, the fish has already been sliced."
Wang Qizhi paused for a moment: That's true.
If you slice it like this, he can make pickled fish, but not only will he lack seasoning, he'll also ruin the ingredients: wild mandarin fish is definitely better when it's in its original flavor.
Alright, I'll be your assistant.
Wang Qizhi put on an apron.
When did you learn it?
“I’ve been living off-campus since my freshman year.”
I forgot about that.
The two talked and worked at the same time. Before long, Lin Sicheng had sliced the fish and started stewing the pork bones.
Then they opened another stove to cook mutton.
The movements were so skillful and the technique so superb that Wang Qizhi was so amazed that he forgot to stop them.
Only when the food was put into the pot and the aroma wafted over did he realize what was happening.
But this skill seems to be a little bit better than Shan Wangshu's.
...
The two worked together quickly, and they were ready to sit down as soon as Shan Wangshu and Ye Anning got off work.
Around six o'clock, the two went into the kitchen again.
Only when there were two vegetable dishes left did Wang Qizhi come out.
As luck would have it, he had just taken off his apron, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette when the door creaked open.
Shan Wangshu and Ye Anning walked one after the other, followed by Wang Youjian carrying a schoolbag.
Seeing him sitting so confidently and steadily, puffing out smoke, Shan Wangshu frowned.
Just as she was about to say something, she turned her head suspiciously and glanced into the kitchen.
The frosted glass door made it difficult to see clearly, but the range hood was running, and you could see a figure standing in front of the stove, cooking.
The movements were extremely skillful; with one flick of the ladle, a burst of flame shot out. With another flick, another burst of flame shot out.
It was unclear who it was, but there was fruit on the table and a box of new cigarettes in front of Wang Qizhi.
Shan Wangshu's expression changed: "Wang Qizhi, have you no shame?"
Wang Qizhi didn't move an inch: "I just lit it!"
The thing I'm talking about with you, the thing I'm talking about with you is Lin Sicheng.
You invited people over for a meal, but they ended up cooking in the kitchen?
Wang Qizhi, are you polite? Are you sensible?
Wang Qizhi retorted angrily, "I haven't even been out for two minutes!"
I don't believe you for a second!
She glared at him fiercely, and Shan Wangshu quickly put down her bag.
I took off my coat, changed my shoes, and rushed to the kitchen.
Ye Anning even forgot to put down her bag and change her shoes, following behind with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
As she opened the glass door, Shan Wangshu's face instantly lit up with a smile: "Lin Sicheng, I'm so sorry..."
“Master’s wife, I will have to come often in the future, please don’t be shy.”
After glancing left and right, Shan Wangshu smiled apologetically, unsure of what to say.
The stove was full of dishes, though they were covered so you couldn't see what they were, but the two men could tell by their noses: none of them were made by Wang Qizhi!
Ye Anning sniffed, her mouth watering uncontrollably. She turned back and glanced at Wang Qizhi: "Uncle is indeed quite impolite."
But it smells really good.
Wang Qizhi felt more wronged than Dou E: I also contributed, you know.
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