Chapter 28 Eighty Thousand!
What is kiln-transformed porcelain?
It is beyond human skill; one in thousands of kilns could not achieve it.
On the way to the hospital, Hao Jun couldn't help but think: even if it's a Mansheng pot, bidding six million... is that unlikely?
Now that he knew, he waved his hand to interrupt, and what Lin Sicheng didn't say was the second half of his sentence: "Senior brother, this is kiln-transformed porcelain."
Hao Jun said that Lin Sicheng paid for the teapot, which shocked Lin Changqing to the point of being speechless. Guan Xingmin was equally puzzled.
Old Lin, this is your own grandson, what are you so shocked about?
Now we know: it's because this teapot is a kiln-fired porcelain.
How rare is it?
Xi'an, the ancient capital of more than ten dynasties, is a major area for the smuggling of cultural relics. The cultural relics that pass through its hands every year are all kinds of strange and varied. But only today did Guan Xingmin finally see what kiln-fired porcelain looks like!
He sighed and frowned again: "But if Zisha clay is not glazed, how can there be any talk of kiln transformation?"
Lin Sicheng said that the composition of Liyang pottery clay is very special: firstly, it has a low content of bauxite, but a high content of quartz and feldspar, plus a not low content of iron oxide and an absurdly high content of blue copper, and a high kiln temperature of around 1200 degrees Celsius, which just constitutes the coloring conditions for iron-copper composite glaze...
Of course, this is only the main reason; other additional conditions are also required for kiln transformation to occur... not to mention the many, and quite complex ones, which he couldn't explain clearly.
It's not just Lin Sicheng who can't explain it.
Even the most advanced modern science and technology have not been able to fully understand the specific reasons for the kiln transformation of porcelain.
"But he's only a few years old, what does he know?"
"I don't know. I guess Professor Lin and Director Lin haven't figured it out either, otherwise they wouldn't have been so shocked!"
That's true.
Lin Changqing was slightly better, especially Lin Sicheng's father; his expression at the time was hilarious.
Guan Xingmin smiled again: "You're quite generous. Even if you only give me 10%, that's still five or six hundred thousand. You just give it away like that?"
"I was just a little short?"
Hao Jun chuckled and recounted how Old Liu had distinguished the genuine from the fake and sent someone to break into the bag, then sighed again:
"Old Guan, put yourself in Lin Sicheng's shoes. After picking up a bargain right in front of me, would you tell me without hesitation: This is kiln-fired porcelain, worth at least five or six million?"
Guan Xingmin was stunned for a moment, then remained silent.
They might say it, but they would never be so frank. At the very least, they would hesitate.
This has nothing to do with character or quality, but rather with human nature and instinct.
Compared to Master Liu, who had worked with Hao Jun day and night for many years, it was like comparing heaven and earth.
Tsk, no wonder Lao Hao felt that way.
"This young man is worth learning from!"
Just then, the light turned red, and Hao Jun stepped on the brake: "Isn't that obvious?"
...
In the hospital, the three of them looked at each other.
Lin Mingzhi felt like he was dreaming: his son went out at noon, attended a meeting on behalf of his grandfather, went to Xicang for a while, and then made a fortune of six million.
That's six million!
Even if he didn't eat or drink, he couldn't earn that much in three lifetimes.
He couldn't understand it even more: with the same ancestor, the same genes, and almost identical faces, and he being the father, why wasn't he as outstanding as his son?
Looking down again: it doesn't seem any different.
Just as he was finding it unbelievable, Lin Changqing pointed to the wardrobe: "Sicheng, bring me my coat!"
"oh."
Lin Sicheng got up and brought Lin Changqing his jacket.
The old man took out his wallet, pulled out a card, and handed it to the old man: "Don't rush to sell the teapot, keep it for two years. There's some money on this card, you can use it for now."
Lin Sicheng didn't answer: "I still have money. Rongbaozhai still owes me 300,000!"
"Oh, I forgot!" Lin Changqing nodded. "If you need more, just let me know!"
"Grandpa, I know!"
Lin Mingzhi sat next to him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
He had seen this card before; the money in it was far more than "a little." The old man just gave it to him like that?
Lin Sicheng still doesn't want it?
The key question is: Where did Lin Sicheng get 300,000 yuan?
Adding the previous 80,000, he hadn't earned that much in twenty years of working.
Lin Mingzhi felt like he was being scratched by a cat, but with Lin Changqing there, how could he dare to ask?
The old man thought for a moment and said, "You're going to school tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, Grandpa!"
"Okay, I'll call Shang Yan and Professor Liu tomorrow and tell them not to interfere with your postgraduate entrance exam..."
The old man paused for a moment, then sighed, "I know you don't like hearing some of this, but Grandpa still has to say it: simply accumulating wealth is actually a very abnormal thing. If the accumulation speed is too fast, it will bring all sorts of troubles and even risks."
In comparison, the rules, atmosphere, values, and even human nature of schools are much simpler and purer than those outside. More importantly, resources are more concentrated, and there are far more opportunities to strengthen one's own capabilities and expand influence than outside…
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, then nodded.
The old man was afraid that he would grow old one day, but by then, he would not have the background and strength to match his wealth.
It's like a child carrying gold through the market.
That's why Grandpa insisted that I pursue graduate studies, accumulating knowledge and experience while continuously building up my skills.
But why not fold it for Dad?
Instinctively, he turned his head.
Lin Changqing sighed, "Don't underestimate your dad. If he were reliable, why would I be so strict with you?"
Lin Mingzhi's face darkened, and his lips trembled: How am I unreliable?
Lin Changqing tapped the table: "Don't be unconvinced, and don't talk about making a profit. We'll talk again when you stop losing money!"
Lin Mingzhi's eyes froze for a moment, and he moved his lips but dared not utter a sound.
Lin Changqing sighed again: "I may not have good judgment, but there are plenty of people in the family who do. I'll try to avoid making things difficult for myself in the future!"
Lin Mingzhi gave another awkward laugh.
Believe it or not, we used to only be able to rely on our fathers, but now we have another one to rely on.
Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: After all, Dad had been fooled. He'd used the eight thousand yuan he'd swindled from Mom to cover up his own debts?
Instead, it startled him. He didn't dare to ask, and spent several days wondering: Had his dad done something outrageous?
He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rubbed his fingers together.
Lin Mingzhi's eyes lit up instantly.
It's not that he needs money; it's perfectly reasonable for him to spend his father's money, but spending his son's money is going too far.
But if we ask Lin Sicheng to watch something in the future, will he be available whenever we call?
At least I won't get a scolding every time I call him "Dad" like I did.
Just as she was pondering this, the door creaked open, and Jiang Yanwan entered the ward carrying a lunchbox.
"There's none for you two, go eat yourselves!"
She pointed at Lin Mingzhi and Lin Sicheng, then saw the card on the coffee table and was startled: "Dad, what are you doing?"
They've already taken out all their savings... Why does it sound like they're giving their last words?
"Dad's happy, let's take it out and let Lin Sicheng take a look!"
That's utter nonsense.
She glared at Lin Mingzhi, put the card into her wallet, and then stuffed it into her jacket pocket. Just as she was about to tidy up the purple clay teapot, Lin Mingzhi beat her to it and carefully picked it up.
"Wait a minute, this thing is worth six million!"
"How many?"
Six million!
Jiang Yanwan subconsciously glanced at the jacket on the chair.
"He didn't spend Dad's money; it was his own money: 80,000!" Lin Mingzhi frowned, lowering his voice, "Lin Sicheng really only spent 80,000!"
Looking at her father-in-law's expression, Jiang Yanwan's heart pounded uncontrollably.
Eighty thousand, earn six million!
What does six million mean in 2007?
Jiang Yanwan's hands trembled uncontrollably.
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