Chapter 72 Are you even human?
Hao Jun held up his phone and showed it to Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi.
Both of them shook their heads in unison.
Grandpa (Lin Changqing) wants it, why would he need to pay for it?
Just as I was thinking about it, there were a few more "ding-dong" sounds:
Mr. Hao, it's 220,000, but could you please take a look first... This is an old customer of Rongbaozhai.
Lao Hao, 230,000... This is Guan Xingmin.
Professor Hao, 250,000 yuan, please hold it for me... This is a student from the Xijing Branch of Peking University Resources Cultural Relics Appraisal College (a non-nationally enrolled independent college, similar to an MBA).
Secretary-General Hao, 280,000 yuan, if that's okay, send me the bank card number... This is a collector from the Collectors Association.
Another notification popped up: Your **** card received a transfer of 300,000.00... Then came the text message, just two words: I want it!
It's not that the customer is quiet, but rather that the customer is Tibetan, and typing with Chinese pinyin is too much trouble for him, so he is very sparing with words.
Hao Jun handed the phone forward again, and Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi were both surprised: 300,000?
Even if this plum blossom vase were perfectly intact, it would only be worth around 600,000. No matter how well it was repaired, it would still be a damaged piece, and it would be worth about 30% of that.
But within five minutes of sending the text message, the amount had soared to three times what Lin Sicheng had expected. He hadn't even seen what the item actually looked like before the money was transferred.
This demonstrates Hao Jun's influence and the strength of his character.
Lin Sicheng made the final decision: "This one will do!"
Although they had never met, they had made several transactions: Hao Jun sold the Vajravarahi Buddha statue and the rosary beads that he had taken Hao Jun to buy to this customer.
"Okay!" Hao Jun nodded, then sent a group reply, not forgetting to quote the price: Sorry, the item has already been sold, 300,000...
Suddenly, the phone went silent. Then, another text message came in.
In short: Worth it.
From: Lin Changqing!
The three exchanged a glance, and Hao Jun put away his phone. No one spoke a word throughout the entire exchange.
But aren't the others blind?
Hao Jun's words, "150,000," whetted everyone's appetite. He then passed his phone around, and everyone, regardless of who they were, would take a curious glance.
When I glanced at it, it was like I was blind: 220,000, 230,000, 250,000, 280,000... 300,000?
The information was posted separately, but the price kept soaring, just like an auction.
So, if this plum vase were sent to an auction, wouldn't it fetch more than 300,000?
But the problem is, this is a damaged piece! Whether it's conventional wisdom or market conditions, it all proves that even if a damaged piece is repaired to the best of its ability, it will rarely exceed 30% of the original value.
Why does this ironclad rule not apply to this plum vase?
The funniest thing was Professor Lin, who even posted a "value" at the end, just like a shill?
The problem is, this isn't the actual location. Professor Lin has no idea where the plum vase is, who replaced it, or who it was sold to. It was just a spontaneous expression of his feelings…
Li Zhen, Feng Lin, and a group of graduate students looked at each other, and finally all looked at Shang Yan.
Shang Yan sighed softly and nodded: Several years ago, someone bought the waist drum vase that Professor Lin had repaired, and it already fetched 220,000 yuan. This plum vase, at 300,000 yuan, isn't particularly unusual.
This was like a blow to the head of these people.
If it were just a price quote, some people might still have doubts, but since the real and fake silver has already been deposited into Hao Jun's bank account, the transaction is considered successful.
But that's 300,000?
With 80,000 worth of materials and a 3% tax, the cost was less than 100,000. This means that Lin Sicheng earned 200,000 in half a day.
More importantly, this is not about finding a bargain, and it has nothing to do with luck. It all comes down to skill from start to finish.
So, if Lin Sicheng wanted to, he could keep earning money indefinitely. He wouldn't need much; if he just replenished five or six bottles a month, wouldn't he be able to earn a million?
How much is a year?
When the specific figures were calculated, everyone found it utterly absurd: they were all students, yet they were worried about whether they could stay at the university after graduation, or at the very least, stay in the provincial capital. But even if they stayed, how could they guarantee an income of more than a thousand a month?
Lin Sicheng, on the other hand, is already on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire.
Especially some graduate students, when Shang Yan praised Lin Sicheng a few days ago, they were somewhat skeptical: if he was really as good as Professor Shang said, how could Lin Sicheng be a poor student?
Even when Professor Wang mentioned that Lin Sicheng needed to repair porcelain, some people were clearly watching with amusement.
Instead of making a fool of myself, I ended up being completely humiliated.
Damn it, I'm totally losing it...
With everyone having different feelings, the laboratory became unusually quiet for a moment.
After instructing Feng Lin to lock the plum vase in the cabinet, Wang Qizhi clapped his hands and said, "Feng Lin, take everyone to the staff canteen and get a private room..."
Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, and looked at the clock on the wall: 2:30 pm.
Suddenly, as if my biological clock had been struck, my stomach started rumbling, and waves of fatigue washed over me.
At the same time, someone else noticed something was wrong: Why wasn't Lin Sicheng hungry?
They were just watching from the sidelines, and they all felt incredibly tired. But Lin Sicheng looked exactly the same as he did this morning.
Leaving aside his boundless energy, just consider his physical strength: drilling, nailing, hammering, chiseling... most of it was hard work, and for a full six hours, Lin Sicheng didn't stop for a single minute.
Brother, are you made of iron?
Just as she was filled with curiosity, Shang Yan nodded, and a dozen or so people followed behind Feng Lin, filing out one after another.
"Professor Shang, Teaching Assistant Li, Secretary-General Hao, thank you for your hard work. Today, I've made arrangements... Please..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shang Yan reached out and stopped him: "Professor Wang, I want to talk to you!"
Wang Qizhi paused, then looked Shang Yan up and down:
It felt like Shang Yan's eyes were blazing with fire, and there were sticks on her head; her anger level was soaring.
Professor Shang, why bother?
Wang Qizhi sighed: "Alright, let's talk!"
He turned around and made the arrangements clearly: "Secretary-General Hao, I'm sorry, you go to the restaurant first, I'll be there soon."
"It's alright, you go ahead and take care of your business!"
There was a temporary office next to the laboratory, and the two went in one after the other. Ye Anning followed at the back, and as she closed the door, she looked at Lin Sicheng with a slightly worried expression.
The concern wasn't for Lin Sicheng, but for the two people in the office.
Lin Sicheng smiled and gave him a reassuring look.
"Click~"
The door closed, and Hao Jun gestured with his chin towards the office, asking, "Will a fight break out?"
Lin Sicheng immediately burst out laughing: "How could that be?"
They are both cultured people and teachers, so a physical fight is highly unlikely, but an argument is definitely possible.
But with Professor Wang's skills, Professor Shang was no match for him at all. Even if they argued, it would only go on for a maximum of three sentences.
Just as he was pondering this, a furious roar came from inside: "You surnamed Wang, are you even human?"
Hao Jun perked up and his ears perked up.
Lin Sicheng was both amused and exasperated: "Let's go, let's wait downstairs!"
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