Chapter 217 This is what professionalism is all about
Since there are precedents to follow, then the guess is no longer a guess, but an inference.
Two words make all the difference...
After pondering for a moment, Wang Qizhi took a deep breath: "I need to find some time to go to the capital!"
When Wang Qizhi mentioned going to Beijing, he was referring to the Forbidden City.
Research what needs to be done, conduct authentication when necessary, make comparisons where required, and consult with experts when necessary.
If some senior expert were in a good mood, they might stamp Lin Sicheng's work or write a postscript, that would be even better.
But Lin Sicheng still felt the time wasn't right. There was no need to make a special trip for these few items…
He shook his head: "Teacher, let's wait a while, at least until the second or third round of investigation and study is over. Ideally, we should wait until the city-level application for World Heritage status is approved!"
Wang Qizhi paused for a moment.
Compared to that, the World Heritage application project is of course more important, and Lin Sicheng is not short of money for the time being anyway.
Even if he's missing, there's still his teacher, Professor Lin Changqing, and his partner Zhao Xiuneng. Each of those three could easily come up with a million or more.
Moreover, to be honest, these items are closely related and can corroborate each other. In Wang Qizhi's opinion, it would be best not to sell any of them.
Once the facts are verified and the evidence is established, the real one will be deposited in the bank, and a high-quality replica will be displayed in the showroom... Tsk, just thinking about it makes me feel great.
In a flash, Wang Qizhi became even more anxious: "When you come back, let Anning go with you!"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Okay, thank you, Sister Anning!"
You agreed so quickly?
Ye Anning glared at him: "It only takes three to five days, at most a week, why don't you go now?"
How could it be a week?
Either he doesn't go, or if he does, Lin Sicheng will have to stay in Beijing for at least a year!
He quickly realized what was going on, then smiled again: "I'm going to Shanxi in two weeks, but I need to do research and organize my files before I go, there's simply not enough time..."
Seeing that Ye Anning didn't believe him, he looked at Wang Qizhi and said, "If you don't believe me, ask the teacher. We've already made contact with Shanxi!"
Seeing Wang Qizhi nod, Ye Anning pursed her lips again: "Then we'll wait until you come back before we go."
Anyway, if Lin Sicheng doesn't go, she won't go either...
Lin Sicheng neither agreed nor disagreed, and then asked Hao Jun to help him contact a safe deposit box.
They'd made at least tens of millions, so they had to celebrate. Wang Qizhi immediately arranged a hotel, notified Lin Changqing and Guan Xingmin, and didn't forget to invite Shan Wangshu.
After contacting the bank, Hao Jun suddenly remembered something: "What's wrong with that Taoist Jing? When he talked about the third patriarch, he seemed hesitant and evasive?"
"Senior Brother Hao, do you remember when he took out several medical books, miscellaneous treatises on calligraphy and painting, as well as works on seal carving and epigraphy?"
Hao Jun thought for a moment and nodded.
“Those are all family heirlooms, not relics from a master’s sect. It’s impossible for someone who isn’t a direct descendant to have so many and complete items… Therefore, Master Jing’s three generations of patriarchs must be his ancestors!”
Hao Jun was taken aback for a moment: "Ancestors are ancestors, what's there to be afraid of talking about?"
"You remember that painting, right? 'Penglai Immortal Mountain,' wasn't it exceptionally well-painted, full of spirit, almost like a masterpiece? Because his ancestor was so famous, especially in calligraphy and painting, even more famous than Liu Yiming. Everyone knows his name, that's why he didn't dare to say it..."
Lin Sicheng smiled: "The reason is simple: his ancestors were lay Taoists, not Quanzhen disciples. So strictly speaking, the lineage of Fan Qinghe has only been passed down for three generations: Fan Qinghe, Liu Yiming, and Tang Yanggan..."
After Liu Yiming's death, Tang Yanggan returned to secular life, reverting to his original name, Tang Lian. He then married, had children, and continued the family line... Therefore, the Taoist priest Jing's surname is not Jing; it should be Tang. His "Jing" is merely a Taoist name assigned according to the Longmen sect's lineage..."
Tang Lian?
Hao Jun and Zhao Xiuneng exchanged a glance: Tang Ruqi, Tang Jieting?
They subconsciously recalled what the Taoist priest Jing had said: "My ancestor was proficient in everything—the Book of Changes, medicine, calligraphy, painting, divination, physiognomy, feng shui… He was an expert in everything."
Tsk, the old Taoist priest wasn't actually lying?
With miraculous healing skills, he saves the world and all living beings; his ink brings forth myriad phenomena; his paintings reveal the true nature of humanity.
This is Qin Weiyue's comment on Tang Lian, a native of Lanzhou who served as the Censor of Jiangnan Circuit in the Jiaqing Emperor's Court and the Salt Commissioner of Hubei.
As far as Zhao Xiu knows, the Gansu and Lanzhou museums both have his calligraphy and paintings in their collections.
In Lanzhou and Nanchang, there are still monuments commemorating his benevolent deeds of providing free medical consultations and medicine.
Besides calligraphy, painting, and medicine, Tang Lian was also highly skilled in divination, physiognomy, and geomancy. Qin Yuewei served as the Imperial Censor of Jiangnan Circuit and twice as the Salt Commissioner, both times hiring him as his advisor.
Looking back now, Master Jing could be considered to have a family background in divination, as he was skilled in both fortune telling and pulse diagnosis.
No wonder he didn't dare to say: "The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School marry and have children. What kind of Quanzhen School are you?"
Therefore, he, the so-called 32nd generation successor of the Quanzhen Longmen School, has absolutely no connection with the Quanzhen Longmen School.
Who knows, maybe he has several sons and daughters back in his hometown?
If people found out, his Taoist registration would be invalidated and his Taoist certificate would be confiscated, so Taoist Jing certainly wouldn't dare to speak recklessly...
Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "Don't tell anyone!"
The two nodded in unison.
Putting everything else aside, without Taoist Jing, where would these eight items on the table come from?
For this very reason, I must say thank you to Taoist Jing…
After exchanging a few words, we packed up the items and delivered them to the bank. It was already 5 p.m.
Lin Sicheng drove, taking Wang Qizhi and Ye Anning with him, to pick up the little fat boy first, and then to pick up Shan Wangshu.
When they arrived at the school, Ye Anning was about to get out of the car when Wang Qizhi said his heart was pounding and he wanted to get out for some fresh air and pick up Wang Youjian.
After handing over the pick-up card and closing the car door, Ye Anning rested her chin on the back of the seat and asked, "How long are you going to Shanxi this time?"
"It's hard to say for sure, but I estimate it won't be short, at least two or three months!"
"Why did it take so long?"
"There are several kiln sites; we need to visit each one and learn from each one!"
"Oh~"
Ye Anning replied, leaning forward and resting her chin between the two seats: "Zhuang Yi's hometown seems to be in Shanxi!"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, then said dismissively, "Cousin Ye, do you know how big Shanxi is? How low is the probability of running into someone there?"
"They have legs!"
Lin Sicheng scoffed, "I'm not a hundred-yuan bill, everyone likes me when they see me?"
Ye Anning pursed her lips: What is RMB?
Tens of millions? What kind of printing press would need to be powerful enough to print that much in a day?
Even she herself found it incredible, let alone others.
He seemed to mention it casually, as if it were just a casual remark. Before long, Wang Qizhi led the chubby boy into the car.
Then I went to the broadcasting station and took on the job of Wang Shu.
Once in the car, Shan Wangshu remained silent, staring intently at the rearview mirror.
Lin Sicheng hadn't done anything yet, but Wang Qizhi was getting nervous: "Can you stop staring like that? What if Lin Sicheng falls into the ditch?"
"How is that possible?"
With a "tsk," Shan Wangshu sighed again, "Lin Sicheng, tens of millions... Do you even know what that means?"
Lin Sicheng smiled and said, "Master's wife, these items will not be sold for the time being, so we can't calculate it like that."
Shan Wangshu couldn't help but chuckle: "It's just that Lin Sicheng won't sell. If he did, it would be worth far more than tens of millions."
Wang Qizhi confidently asserted: "If things go well, we'll make at least 20 million."
Lin Sicheng, on the other hand, only took two days?
With a sigh, we arrived at the hotel. As soon as we reached the parking lot, we could see Guan Xingmin pacing around the lobby entrance from afar.
As soon as the car came to a stop, he rushed over in three quick steps.
Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi exchanged a glance: Emperor's portrait, Emperor's calligraphy, Emperor's seal—to see even one of these in person would be an eye-opening experience for a lifetime.
Let alone three items?
But there are too many people who have seen it, so it's impossible to hide it, and there's no need to hide it: because even if it's a high-quality replica, each of them will still have one on display in the central exhibition hall.
Just like the chicken cup that Zhao Xiuneng sent.
The logic is simple: if a cultural relic restoration and protection center doesn't display cultural relics, what will it display?
This is what you call depth and expertise, this is what you call professionalism...
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