Chapter 50 Helping in an Emergency
Wang Qizhi opened the bottle cap again and poured a full cup this time.
"The accumulation of wealth must be accompanied by corresponding strength."
"What is strength? Social status, identity, influence, or even background."
"We could have complemented each other and progressed naturally, but you were too young!"
"Seeing you is like seeing my younger self... I've experienced all the things that confuse you, and coincidentally, I have all the things you lack!"
Lin Sicheng remained silent.
When someone is too outstanding, every tiny flaw is magnified under the spotlight. So, when you need to brake, countless hands will silently reach out from behind to give you a push.
It's not dangerous, at most there are some potential problems, but it's troublesome. The key issue is that the effort and the reward are not commensurate.
Therefore, Lin Sicheng had a clear plan for himself: accumulate funds, try out some entrepreneurial ventures, and at the same time, keep building up his skills.
To be more specific: identification, restoration, and research.
The first two are easy to handle; they rely on eyesight, experience, and skill. What's mine is mine, and no one can take it away.
At the same time, it is also an effective means of enhancing strength, so Lin Sicheng never hides it.
But for research, this is indeed the fastest way, and if done well, it can even build a prestigious reputation. However, there's a prerequisite: access to resources, qualifications, and background.
College students in their early twenties might send their papers to journals, only to have them end up in the trash before they even get to meet the reviewers or editors.
Of course, it's more likely that after a while, it will be under a different name and appear in a different journal.
You disagree? Come and bite me...
So, quite coincidentally, just as he was figuring out how to get Wang Qizhi on board, Wang Qizhi extended an olive branch first.
And it shouldn't be too perfect, just like Wang Qizhi said: Lin Sicheng, what you lack, I happen to have!
In 2007, what kind of family could afford to spend over a million yuan on antiques without batting an eye? And what kind of family could afford to wear an A623 watch, which was only issued to military leaders in the 1960s?
Without sufficient ability, it's impossible to become a full professor at the tender age of thirty. Without enough influence, it's impossible to compete with senior researchers for projects as soon as you arrive at the university.
Without some connections, it's impossible for the school to assign him a deputy-department-level position as a youth league secretary right after he joined the company, like digging a radish pit.
More importantly, they have integrity and good character.
But this can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words...
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wang Qizhi thought that Lin Sicheng was suspicious, so he thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you a hint, but don't spread it around!"
Lin Sicheng perked up: "Okay, go ahead!"
Wang Qizhi hesitated for a moment: "My wife's surname is Shan!"
I know, you mentioned last time that you work at the tourism bureau?
Just as he was wondering, Wang Qizhi tapped the table: "Let me tell you something everyone knows: before coming to Shaanxi, I was doing research at the State Administration of Cultural Heritage... with a rank of deputy division chief!"
Wang Qizhi did the math, "I was thirty-one back then!"
Lin Sicheng was stunned and gasped: "Then why did you come to Shaanxi?"
"This is my hometown?"
Is that a perfectly legitimate reason?
Lin Sicheng nodded, about to say something, when his eyelid twitched again: What does this have to do with what his wife's surname is?
"Wait...which 'single' are you referring to?"
"The order you're thinking of!"
The State Administration of Cultural Heritage...does research even have a level?
Is his wife's surname Shan?
Lin Sicheng's mind itched, and after sorting it out for a long time, he said, "No... if you have this ability, why are you getting involved in bronzeware? Wouldn't it be better to be an official?"
Wang Qizhi sighed with regret: "We already have enough at home!"
Why the hell is my tooth so itchy?
Lin Sicheng gritted his teeth for a long time, then squinted and looked at Wang Qizhi's wrist: "May I ask, where did you get this watch?"
Wang Qizhi was stunned, and his wrist instinctively recoiled: "My brother-in-law gave it to me!"
impossible.
Such a thing, unless it was passed down from father to son... it's more likely that it was given to you by your father-in-law.
Forget it, I won't ask anymore!
Lin Sicheng lowered his head and organized his thoughts: "I do have some ability, but what can I do if I go?"
Wang Qizhi succinctly stated: "Ironware!"
Lin Sicheng's eyes lit up: He was shrewd enough and had a lot of guts.
The ironware research project during the 11th Five-Year Plan period was designed under the leadership of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, with the State Administration of Cultural Heritage implementing the specific research plan and other units providing simultaneous assistance.
So, is he planning to rebel against the Heavenly Gang?
Seeing the light in Lin Sicheng's eyes, Wang Qizhi knew he had guessed correctly.
If the previous preservation procedure for iron artifacts was a trial, then this sample of the sunflower-shaped plate is Lin Sicheng's stepping stone: the talent is right here, and there's so much to learn, why don't you want it?
Of course, you should.
So, what does Shang Yan have to fight with?
Secretly pleased with himself, Wang Qizhi raised his glass: "Want to come?"
"Come!"
Lin Sicheng nodded solemnly and replaced half a glass with white wine.
"Clang!" The two glasses collided.
...
He can't hold his liquor, but he drinks like crazy.
Wang Qizhi was carried back by Lin Sicheng.
Lin Sicheng also drank quite a bit, at least half a jin (250ml). He wasn't drunk, just a little dizzy.
I rang the doorbell and said that Professor Wang was drunk. Before long, a bunch of people came down.
The elder brother and nephew helped Wang Qizhi up, while Shan Wangshu and his sister-in-law stood on either side of him, protecting him from behind.
He didn't forget to leave Ye Anning and Wang Huaizhi behind to express his gratitude.
The girl stood under the tree, her skirt billowing in the breeze, her long, shapely legs gleaming like ivory.
A faint, pleasant fragrance drifted over on the breeze.
It smells wonderful, and the person is good-looking.
Ye Anning handed over a wet wipe: "Thank you, please wipe your sweat!"
"Thanks!"
"Do you want me to call a taxi for you?"
"No need, it's only three stops away!" Lin Sicheng smiled. "Goodbye!"
Ye Anning nodded and watched him leave.
Wang Huaizhi stood on tiptoe and gestured, "You're quite tall, and quite good-looking too?"
Ye Anning didn't speak, she just pursed her lips.
...
The evening breeze was slightly cool, and Lin Sicheng wrapped his coat tighter around himself.
Wang Qizhi is very talkative and quite funny. That's the advantage of being close in age; at least there's no generation gap.
It also provides many conveniences.
Lin Sicheng, do you even know what the Youth League Committee does?
Do you know if your school has a student entrepreneurship incubation program?
You want to rent a place... and you're planning to freeload in the lab? Lin Sicheng, I, your teacher, can't afford to lose face like that!
Don't delay, submit the report tomorrow...
Lin Sicheng slowly exhaled a breath of alcohol: It felt like things suddenly started going smoothly.
He was just thinking about whether to call Li Zhen and put off looking for a place for now when his phone rang: "Lin Sicheng, the teacher is in trouble..."
It was a text message sent by Wang Qizhi, but it was incomplete and without any context.
Did he get too drunk and argue with his wife?
It doesn't seem like it: when they helped him up, his wife was still smiling.
Besides, there are many relatives involved.
After waiting for a while, there was still no sound from the phone, so Lin Sicheng didn't pay any attention.
I slept soundly until the next day, and as soon as I opened my eyes, my phone pinged.
It was still Wang Qizhi, and it was still a text message: Lin Sicheng, I need your help urgently... When you get to school, come to my office first and help me sort things out.
Lin Sicheng was completely confused: What are you trying to figure out?
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