Chapter 174 Even hot water can't keep up.
The sun rose slowly, casting a pale golden halo through the thin mist.
Wang Qizhi stepped into the studio and paused for a moment: He had never seen Lin Sicheng wear a suit before, but he looked quite the part.
He sat down casually: "Don't be nervous, it's basically just a formality!"
It wasn't that the relevant departments and expert groups were irresponsible, but rather that Wang Qizhi was aiming for the national intangible cultural heritage list and was extremely well-prepared.
Besides, it's just the initial review of the project proposal, so there's nothing to worry about.
Lin Sicheng nodded: "I'm not afraid of even facing a murderer, so there's really nothing to be nervous about..."
In a flash, Li Zhen brewed some tea, and Wang Qizhi took a sip and then glanced outside.
A minivan was parked quietly opposite the studio. The windows were tinted, but there was no doubt that someone was inside.
Lin Sicheng explained in a low voice, "Teacher, don't think that just because Director Li said these two are bodyguards, they really are bodyguards. He just exaggerated a bit to put your mind at ease... Of course, they are responsible for security, but that's just a side job..."
"Their main tasks were to check for omissions and make up for any oversights, and to contact headquarters in a timely manner. After all, I'm not a real police officer, and my sense of smell isn't as keen as theirs. I don't know how to judge or deal with certain situations..."
For example, if I happen to be out of town, Yu Dahai contacts me and wants to send one of his men to meet me. Should I meet him or not? If I do, my safety is not guaranteed. If I don't, I'll miss a golden opportunity, and it might even arouse Yu Dahai's suspicion...
Secondly, dealing with emergencies: For example, what if I suddenly run into Fan Qiang on the street? Should I arrest him? If I don't, I was in contact with Yu Dahai yesterday, saying he was in Shanghai, and he arrived in Xi'an overnight? If I do arrest him, I'm so frail, can I really fight a criminal to the death? What if he has a gun?
Wang Qizhi was startled: "Didn't Chen Peng say that Fan Qiang was being closely watched? How could we run into him on the street?"
"Of course they're keeping a close watch on him. Those few phone numbers of his are under 24/7 location monitoring; the police know where he goes..."
Lin Sicheng sighed, "I was just giving an example: the longer I contacted Yu Dahai, the more henchmen I came into contact with... If not Fan Qiang, there's Lin Qiang, Wang Qiang, Chen Qiang..."
Wang Qizhi glared at him: "Then why did you still do it?"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment: "Teacher, if I don't do this job, then really no one else will..."
Wang Qizhi was stunned, unsure of what to say.
Just like what Director Li said yesterday: "Professor Wang, I'm not afraid you'll laugh at me, but I really can't find someone as professional and well-rounded as Xiao Lin in a short time..."
Is it just a matter of time? Wang Qizhi estimated that even if Li Chunnan were given a year or two, he still wouldn't be able to find it.
Therefore, if Lin Sicheng doesn't do it, there really isn't anyone else who can.
But the thought of Chen Peng calling him that day to boast about his achievements sent chills down Wang Qizhi's spine: "Professor Wang, Xiao Lin has done a great job... more than fifty people, more than thirty guns, and thousands of bullets..."
Chen Peng was scolded by him... "What the hell are you inviting?"
So even if there are guards, there are only two people with two guns...
Lin Sicheng was well aware of the situation, but he still did it!
To be honest, which teacher wouldn't want their students to have incredibly positive values, a strong sense of justice, and a strong sense of responsibility? Especially since his relationship with Lin Sicheng is becoming increasingly close.
Therefore, Wang Qizhi felt both proud and conflicted.
With a troubled expression and a hesitant look, Lin Sicheng smiled and stood up: "Teacher, look, President Zhao has hundreds of millions in assets, and he's still doing this, isn't he? And he's doing it with his family in tow... To be honest, he's in much more danger than I am..."
Wang Qizhi looked up: a Mercedes SUV was parked at the door, and Zhao Xiuneng got out of the car with his two sons.
He snorted: "Why don't you ask where President Zhao got his wealth? If he quits, will he be able to keep those hundreds of millions?"
Lin Sicheng smiled but didn't say anything.
The so-called principle is to judge actions, not intentions...
With that thought in mind, the teacher and student went to greet them at the door...
After greeting Wang Qizhi, Zhao Xiuneng rambled on, "My mother was so excited when she heard about it last night that she insisted on coming... She said that since it's a judging panel, how could she, as the second-generation successor, not be here?"
"They gathered a ton of documents, both necessary and unnecessary, and even got the second son to get them a campervan... If you hadn't stopped them, they would have driven over right then and there..."
Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "They're only district-level reviewers. Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? We can ask the old lady to come out of retirement when we reach the provincial level..."
"Yes, that's what I said too!"
The two chatted on and on, while Wang Qizhi watched coldly from the sidelines.
At first glance, it seems normal, like old friends catching up. But upon closer inspection: how old is Zhao Xiuneng, and how old is Lin Sicheng?
If you do the math again, Zhao Xiuneng's age seems to be about the same as Lin Changqing's...
What's even stranger is that it vaguely gives people the feeling of Zhu Kaiping standing in front of Lin Sicheng: although Zhao Xiuneng calls him Teacher Lin, his tone and expression make it seem as if the person standing opposite him is a senior.
Then there were Zhao Xiuneng's two sons, both in their early thirties, not much younger than him. But they sat upright and were meticulous in their manners. When Lin Sicheng occasionally chatted with them, his waist would unconsciously slouch down, and his face would immediately be full of smiles, showing them even more respect than they did for their father.
Having spent most of his life navigating the treacherous world of martial arts, what kind of situations hasn't Zhao Xiu experienced?
Including his two sons, they are by no means inexperienced newcomers, so at first glance, it seems quite exaggerated.
But there must be a reason.
The question is, what did Lin Sicheng do?
After pondering for a while and chatting for some more, the school's reception team arrived.
It cannot be said that the importance attached to this was not attached to it: the principal led the team, and all the main leaders at both the school and college levels came.
Wang Qizhi and Lin Sicheng then introduced Zhao Xiuneng and his son, saying they were extremely famous veteran craftsmen in the province. Lin Sicheng's so-called "intangible cultural heritage inheritor" status came from Zhao Xiuneng's mother, Old Mrs. Zhao.
The leaders were quite puzzled when they heard this, and looked him up and down several times.
This Mr. Zhao is quite old, over sixty, and quite imposing.
If the purpose is merely to prove lineage, there's no fundamental difference between the third and fourth generation inheritors. Then why didn't Lin Sicheng pay homage to this Mr. Zhao, but instead specifically sought to pay respects to the over-eighty-year-old Mrs. Zhao?
Although no one asked aloud, Zhao Xiu could sense it and just gave an awkward smile.
Saying he's only fit to carry shoes might be an exaggeration, but his skills are utterly inadequate compared to Lin Sicheng's. Lin Sicheng is more likely to pass on his skills to him…
After exchanging pleasantries, the review team arrived at the school.
The delegation was led by a deputy director of the district publicity department, and included representatives from the cultural bureau, tourism bureau, cultural relics bureau, radio and television bureau, and so on.
The expert team was also quite large, with more than twenty people from various related industries participating.
As he introduced them one by one, Lin Sicheng was stunned when he saw Shan Wangshu and Ye Anning.
How did those two manage to sneak in?
Wang Qizhi, standing to the side, said, "These two are so idle... They were going to ask for leave yesterday, saying they wanted to come and help today. Actually, they just wanted to join in the fun, and might even cause trouble, so I didn't agree!"
As a result, he was selected for the review panel?
However, they are indeed somewhat related: Shan Wangshu works at the Municipal Tourism Bureau, and Ye Anning works at Baoli; they possess professional skills and belong to related industries...
After a moment's thought, Lin Sicheng smiled from afar.
The two nodded in response, whispering to each other, "Anning, look, Lin Sicheng looks quite photogenic in a suit?"
Ye Anning nodded: "It is indeed quite pleasing to the eye!"
"Oh dear, his tie is crooked? He's going to give a speech later, isn't he?"
Shan Wangshu patted Ye Anning on the back, "Go and remind her."
"There are so many people, isn't that unnecessary?" Ye Anning hesitated for a moment, "I'll send a text message to my uncle..."
As he took out his phone, a figure walked out from Lin Sicheng's side and straightened his tie.
The movements were fluid and natural.
Like Lin Sicheng, he was dressed in a suit and wearing a name tag, which made him look quite formal.
Upon closer inspection, it was Li Zhen?
Shan Wangshu paused for a moment, then glared at Ye Anning: "Doesn't Li Zhen mind having too many people?"
Ye Anning smiled, pursing her lips: "She's an assistant!"
"Help you my foot!" Shan Wangshu slapped her again: "You're still laughing?"
Subsequently, school leaders led the expert group on a tour, and the group entered the studio.
The process was orderly and methodical: a tour, an introduction, viewing historical documents, reviewing the application plan, and watching audio-visual materials.
Then inquire about: the project's historical origins, current state of preservation, cultural value, endangered status, and detailed protection and preservation plans.
Including inquiries and understanding of the lineage, namely Zhao Xiuneng, nothing was missed.
At first glance, it appears to be extremely detailed, meticulous, and rigorous.
In fact, only a few people know that the application team's documents and materials are far more comprehensive than this.
Since there shouldn't be any unexpected issues, we should strictly follow the procedures. Regardless of other factors, this will make the promotional materials and supporting documents submitted to higher-level authorities more persuasive.
And so it went on for a whole day.
The process was slow, but the result was as expected: the expert panel unanimously approved the "Northwest University Porcelain Restoration World Heritage Application Project in Beilin District, Xijing City," and the project was officially launched.
Lin Sicheng remained calm, but Wang Qizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief: everything is difficult at the beginning, and this can be considered as taking the first step.
After that was a reception, hosted by school leaders, with the teacher and student in attendance.
Lin Sicheng, as always, did not touch a drop of alcohol, while Wang Qizhi was flushed from drinking.
Taking a moment to pull Lin Sicheng aside, he took out his phone and said, "Come on, give me a report!"
Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered: "Who should I report to?"
"My father-in-law, your Master Shan..."
"oh oh……"
Lin Sicheng nodded vigorously: Following Professor Wang, he's getting more and more relatives...
In a flash, the call connected, but before they could exchange more than a few words, a bucket of cold water was poured over Wang Qizhi's head.
“Wang Qizhi, why are you so slow? The Henan Museum submitted its application to the provincial authorities last month, and the Shanghai Museum passed the provincial review three months ago and has been officially included in the Shanghai Intangible Cultural Heritage List. At the latest, by the end of 2009, it will be able to submit its application to the Ministry of Culture and the State Administration of Tourism…”
The father-in-law's voice was somewhat serious, with a hint of suspicion, "Wang Qizhi, you've been back for two months, what have you been busy with?"
Wang Qizhi was completely dumbfounded. How could this be my fault?
Then, his heart skipped a beat: if you calculate it this way, the Hebei Museum is at least a year ahead of them, and the Shanghai Museum is three years ahead.
This is so bad, it probably can't even keep up with the heat.
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