Chapter 49 is all for the sake of the last sentence.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Thank you, Professor Wang. The cafeteria will do!"
"OK!"
The school has a restaurant specifically for receiving guests. The private rooms are beautifully decorated, and the food is of excellent quality, no worse than that of a large hotel.
The dishes were served quickly, and Wang Qizhi took out a wine bottle and asked for two wine glasses.
Lin Sicheng was taken aback: Even now, a bottle of this wine would cost tens of thousands.
Wang Qizhi opened the bottle cap, but Lin Sicheng waved his hand and asked for a bottle of juice instead.
It's not that you can't drink it, but you should drink as little as possible: putting aside personal preference, this stuff has a significant impact on cognitive function and memory, and researchers generally don't like it much.
Wang Qizhi didn't insist, poured himself half a cup, and sipped it slowly.
Suddenly, he exhaled: "Six point six fever, unbelievable?"
Lin Sicheng put down his chopsticks: "Actually, it's not difficult. This is firing a new piece, which is easy with current technology and craftsmanship... The difficulty lies in how to restore the original to this level!"
That doesn't seem right.
If it were really as easy as Lin Sicheng said, would it have given Shang Yan such a horrifying expression, like she'd seen a ghost?
Even if Wang Qizhi didn't understand, he at least knew the difference between technological processes and traditional methods.
He paused for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Lin Sicheng sighed: "Professor Wang, I won't lie to you: that fish tail, that piece I pried off the bottom of the basin, you didn't see it, did you? Because it broke during the fourth time it went into the furnace..."
Wang Zhiqi remained silent, pondering for a long time.
Then, he picked up his chopsticks and took out a peanut: "So?"
Lin Sicheng's expression was very serious. "Therefore, the most that can be done in the original repair is three-point burning!"
"Oh?" Wang Qizhi picked up the bottle and poured another half glass. "And then?"
This "then" actually stumped Lin Sicheng.
Professor Wang, can you please not be so calm?
Or did you not listen carefully: I might very well make that disc unusable for you?
As he was organizing his thoughts, Wang Qizhi raised his glass: "Lin Sicheng, you don't intend to burn that plate to a crisp, do you?"
Lin Sicheng's eyelids twitched: It wouldn't be completely destroyed by burning; at most, it would just be slightly worse after repairs.
But as soon as he had that thought, Wang Qizhi, as if he could read minds, glanced at him sideways:
"Lin Sicheng, even though I'm a complete novice, I've studied arts and crafts. Don't tell me that you can achieve the same color saturation and texture as the original by firing it six times and then not firing it three times?"
"Or perhaps you didn't expect to go too far: you just tried it out and the sample turned out so well, so perfectly? After returning home, the more you thought about it, the more something seemed off: how the hell is this possible?"
Just then, I called you and said I wanted to treat you to dinner, and you started thinking: there's no way to smooth things over, so you can only insist that it was just a coincidence that the food was cooked so well.
When it comes time to actually repair it, you can just burn a little less than ideal, or even burn it to a scrap... At worst, you can just refund my money! But you're afraid I'll get suspicious, so you're giving me a heads-up over dinner... right?"
"Professor Wang, that's not how it is, and I didn't mean it that way..."
I can judge for myself whether that's what you think!
Just as Lin Sicheng was about to explain, Wang Qizhi waved his hand to interrupt, downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then started counting on his fingers:
"Come on, let's start from the beginning: Lin Sicheng, when we first met, you wanted 10,000 for that book. Did you bargain? No, right?"
"After that, didn't you even have to ask for that iron certificate? I just asked for 500,000, didn't I?"
"And this plate: your friend who looks simple-minded but is actually full of bad intentions... yes, that fat bastard from Rongbaozhai, he asked for 800,000, plus commission, it's 940,000, and I don't have a penny?"
"So, Lin Sicheng, put your hand on your heart: do you feel any remorse?"
Wang Qizhi's mouth was like a machine gun; he cursed and drank at the same time, downing three and a half cups in the blink of an eye. Lin Sicheng wanted to defend himself, but he didn't even have a chance to interject.
Seeing him pick up the bottle again, Lin Sicheng stopped him, both amused and exasperated.
Indeed, he hadn't expected the sample to perform so well.
He wouldn't burn the original piece to death, but if he did manage to repair it, the result would definitely be slightly worse than the sample. The main reason is that the original glaze layer is too brittle, and he doesn't dare to work on it freely.
Of course, there was a little bit of ulterior motive: better safe than sorry. If we went all in and succeeded, the results would definitely be better than the sample.
It's no exaggeration to say that even my grandfather might not be able to burn it properly.
It's too complicated to explain, so it's better to save some energy from the start.
I did want to give Wang Qizhi a heads-up, but I didn't expect that he would guess most of it before I even opened my mouth.
But if he asked himself honestly, Wang Qizhi was truly impeccable... and that was enough!
Lin Sicheng thought for a moment, then sighed, "Fine, I'll do my best!"
You're smart.
Wang Qizhi was planning to finish the whole bottle and cause a drunken ruckus... He just wanted to ask Lin Sicheng if he was scared.
After capping the wine bottle, Wang Qizhi also ordered a bottle of juice.
He poured himself a glass, clinked it with Lin Sicheng's, and then sighed with a hint of melancholy: "Lin Sicheng, this world isn't as complicated as you think, so what are you afraid of?"
“I know!” Lin Sicheng nodded. “But it’s very troublesome!”
Wang Qizhi thought about it briefly and agreed wholeheartedly.
Which genius isn't envied? Take him, for example.
Questioning and doubting are fine, but as Lin Sicheng said: it's really troublesome.
Your family asked, "Don't you need to explain?"
If a leader or a teacher asks, shouldn't I provide an explanation?
My classmates and colleagues kept pestering me. The worst part is, even after I explained, they still didn't believe me. They kept repeating it over and over, tirelessly.
It's better not to admit it at all; if asked, just say it was a coincidence, a fluke...
"Don't worry, I definitely won't ask!"
"It's okay to ask!" Lin Sicheng nodded. "I learned it from a book!"
Wang Qizhi was taken aback: You have to admit, this excuse is actually quite perfect?
"Then what's the point of you continuing your studies?"
Lin Sicheng replied matter-of-factly, "Of course it's necessary. At least you can get a university degree, right?"
What else?
At least 90% of college students come here for this reason. At the very least, it'll make it easier to find a job after graduation, right?
Wang Qizhi nodded: "What about you? You'll graduate next year. Have you decided where you're going?"
Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I haven't decided yet!"
impossible.
At most, they're just a little hesitant.
"You have to choose between pursuing a master's degree, staying at the university, joining a company, or going it alone! Of course, if you want to graduate early, it's not difficult to arrange, but I think you should still pursue a master's degree!"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment: "Why?"
"Didn't your grandfather mention that?"
Of course I've mentioned it.
Simply accumulating wealth can amplify greed in people's hearts... So what exactly constitutes wealth?
Knowledge, skills, insights, experience... and money comes last.
And coincidentally, I possess almost all of these qualities, skipping the process of accumulating them. Does this, to some extent, mean it's more dangerous?
In contrast, school is more like a fortress. I can leave at any time, but you can't just come in, which adds an invisible layer of protection. It also gives me ample space and time to accumulate the strength to protect myself.
Lin Si agreed, but he felt it was too slow.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Sicheng picked up the juice and filled Wang Qizhi's glass: "And then?"
"Come and apply to my graduate program!"
Wang Qizhi slowly sipped his juice: "I forgot to tell you, Professor Shang originally wanted you to apply for her graduate program, but I reasoned with her and she changed her mind... See, aren't I thoughtful?"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, a strange look appearing in his eyes.
So, whether it's those two bottles of ten-year-old Moutai, or the praise, criticism, or even the drunken antics after entering, including the random, aimless actions at the end, it all came down to that final sentence.
But Professor Wang, aren't you afraid that Professor Shang will catch you one day and spit in your face?
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