Chapter 104: Are You Being Polite?

The autumn wind was bleak, and leaves drifted down like butterflies.

The tires rolled over the roadside, emitting a faint, crisp sound.

Shang Yan sat in the back row, her thoughts somewhat chaotic.

If she had known so many things would happen today, even if Fang Jingxian had kowtowed until her head bled, she would never have taken Lin Sicheng: several million was enough to make people lose their sense of reason, or even go mad.

But everything happened too fast; who could have imagined it?

After a long silence, she hesitated to speak: "Lin Sicheng, don't run around these next two days!"

Looking at the rearview mirror, Lin Sicheng nodded: "Professor Shang, I know!"

He also knew what Professor Shang was worried about: *Why don't you stop going to the Public Security Bureau? After all, the other party has wealth and power; will going there even do any good? *

*It might just force a dog into a corner. *

But Professor Shang did not know: from the moment they stepped into that shop, from the moment they appraised that Burmese Buddha Statue, the two sides had already become mortal enemies.

The logic was simple: for normal buyers and sellers, even if the transaction amount was tens of millions or hundreds of millions, if the item was ultimately appraised as fake, the seller would only doubt the Appraiser's eye and skill, rather than hold a grudge.

Perhaps, they might even be grateful in the end.

But if it was a setup, then sorry: even if you just show a look of suspicion, you are blocking my path to wealth.

Either shut up or get out, or I will finish you off.

Therefore, it is now either Chairman Yang going in, or Lin Sicheng being dealt with by Chairman Yang. The problem is, where in this world is there any logic in sticking one's neck out and waiting for the enemy to strike?

The so-called "he who strikes first gains the advantage, he who strikes later suffers disaster"...

Turning these thoughts over, Lin Sicheng smiled: "Professor Shang, I know my limits!"

"Mm."

Shang Yan replied, then thought for a moment, "And Fang Jingxian, don't you worry about her anymore! She can find her birthday gift wherever she wants; if she can't find it, she can go die!"

Lin Sicheng laughed "Hahaha": "Alright!"

After saying a few more words, the Corolla drove steadily into the campus and parked under the staff apartment building.

After getting out of the car, Shang Yan was still somewhat uneasy and urged in a deep voice: "Don't run around."

Lin Sicheng handed over the car keys: "Professor Shang, don't worry!"

Just as he finished speaking, his phone buzzed, and Lin Sicheng took it out to glance at it.

It was a text message from Wang Qi Zhi, just three words: Back yet?

Lin Sicheng replied: Arrived at school.

"Wang Qi Zhi, right?" Shang Yan curled her lip, "Does his wife watch him this closely?"

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, just smiled.

After saying goodbye to Shang Yan, he went to the supermarket at the school gate and bought some things.

Not much, just a few fruits and snacks, and he also brought a carton of cigarettes for Wang Qi Zhi.

Because he had to go for an appraisal today, Lin Sicheng felt it was better to sharpen his spear at the last minute, so he hadn't gone last night.

But today his mentor had summoned him again, so he couldn't stand him up no matter what.

Arriving upstairs and knocking on the door, Wang Qi Zhi came to open it, shuffling in his slippers.

Just as he crossed the threshold, a fragrance drifted over faintly.

Lin Sicheng took a look: the kitchen light was on, and the range hood was humming loudly.

Wang Qi Zhi smiled proudly: "Stewed hazel grouse, smells good, right?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment, "Wasn't there only one?"

"I called you at noon, and when your mentor's wife knew you were coming this afternoon, she made me go get another one!"

"Ah?"

"Don't 'ah', it's just a chicken!"

That wasn't an ordinary chicken; that was a hazel grouse!

Thinking to himself, Lin Sicheng entered the door.

Wang Qi Zhi took the cigarettes first, looked left and right, and began to worry: "The problem is where to hide them?"

Lin Sicheng didn't say a word, looking at the rear-projection TV: the shell underneath that thing was empty; let alone one carton, hiding a whole case would be no problem.

Wang Qi Zhi's eyes lit up: Why didn't I think of that before?

He happily found a screwdriver: "Don't you not smoke?"

He didn't smoke, but he hid money, didn't he?

In other families, the fathers and mothers were strict and the grandparents were indulgent, but in the Lin family, it was the opposite: fearing he would learn bad habits, his grandfather watched him extremely strictly, and his parents gave him money secretly.

But if he wasn't careful, it would be confiscated by his grandfather. Lin Sicheng had no choice but to use his wits...

Leaving Wang Qi Zhi to tinker, Lin Sicheng put down the fruit and went to the kitchen to check the pot first.

Seeing there was no problem, he took out a teapot to brew tea.

Wang Qi Zhi didn't mind: he would be coming often in the future anyway, so it was good to let him get familiar with the place.

A while later, the teacher and student sat on the sofa drinking tea.

"Jewelry Association, surnamed Yang?" Wang Qi Zhi thought for a moment, "No impression, but he definitely has some tricks up his sleeve!"

That was for sure.

Lin Sicheng nodded: without some tricks, he couldn't have been Chairman for eleven years.

Wang Qi Zhi sipped his tea: "But looking at you, you don't seem very worried?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "With the teacher here, I'm definitely not worried!"

Wang Qi Zhi: "Heh!"

If he intended to beg this teacher of his, Lin Sicheng would have asked directly instead of asking: if you handle it, to what extent can this case be handled?

This shows he already had a way to deal with it.

But Wang Qi Zhi was not entirely at ease.

Because Jadeite is relatively niche, the relevant departments at this stage do not pay much attention to it. If Yang Zhigao has enough influence, at most it would be confiscation plus a fine.

As the saying goes, if you don't kill the snake, it will bite you back...

"Tell me!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Jadeite is actually nothing, it's just a loss of money. The key is that Yang Zhigao sells fake jade: passing off Qinghai Jade and Russian Jade as Hetian Jade, he has probably been doing it for fifteen or sixteen years!"

Wang Qi Zhi froze, his hand holding the Tea Cup suspended in mid-air: Sold it for fifteen or sixteen years?

And the key is that he did it under the guise of "Chairman of the Jewelry Association"?

He put down the cup: "How do you know?"

"There are two pieces at home, both bought about six or seven years ago, and they are both large pieces!" Lin Sicheng sighed, "They cost the old man over two million."

Two million from six or seven years ago?

I suppose Lin Zhangqing still doesn't know about this yet?

Wang Qi Zhi stared at Lin Sicheng, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

Lin Sicheng poured him more tea: "Teacher, if you want to laugh, then laugh!"

"I don't want to laugh..." Wang Qi Zhi bit his back teeth, his mouth feeling as if he were holding a piece of candy, "Who hasn't had a moment of being fooled?"

Today's matter is indeed quite convoluted, and the nature of it is quite serious. But for some reason, Wang Qi Zhi just wanted to laugh.

He also did not doubt the authenticity of what Lin Sicheng said: even Lin Zhangqing could be deceived, which shows how long he has been doing this, how many people have been swindled, and how high the amount involved must be?

Let's calculate a conservative amount for Yang Zhigao: over a hundred million... he can forget about getting out in this lifetime.

He reminded him again: "If you don't kill the snake, it will bite you back, don't go soft!"

"Teacher, I know!"

Wang Qi Zhi nodded.

Usually, Lin Sicheng's personality is quite gentle and steady. But when he gets serious, he is also capable of taking action.

For example, those two people from Hong Kong who sold the fake Inverted Pot, one of them is still in a wheelchair to this day...

Just as he was secretly pondering, a "beep" prompt came from the kitchen, and Wang Qi Zhi stood up: "You watch TV for a while!"

"I'll go too, it's boring sitting alone!"

"It's your first time at my house, how could I let you do the work?" Wang Qi Zhi squinted his eyes, "Besides, you wouldn't know how even if you went!"

"Teacher, I actually do know a little bit about this!" Lin Sicheng smiled, "Besides, it's not like I can't learn?"

Wang Qi Zhi gave a "ha": "Lin Sicheng, do you think this is appraisal?"

"It really isn't any harder than appraisal!"

"Fine, let's go, let Teacher see what you've got!"

Happily leading Lin Sicheng into the kitchen, Wang Qi Zhi handed him an apron.

Lin Sicheng put it on and looked around.

The hazel grouse had already been stewed, smelling fragrant and fresh. In the sink was a mandarin fish, already scaled and cleaned, and the Painting of Shrimp had been deveined.

There was also pork spine, lamb chops, and several seasonal vegetables, all already washed and chopped.

It seems that after Wang Qi Zhi finished the phone call with him, he started preparing, and he put a lot of thought into it.

And he took it quite seriously.

With a secret sigh, Lin Sicheng picked up the kitchen knife: "Teacher, go drink your tea, leave the rest to me!"

Wang Qi Zhi expressed doubt: "Can you do it?"

"At the very least, I can get it cooked, it will definitely be edible!"

Laughing, Lin Sicheng picked up a Bowl and turned it upside down: "Clang~"

The blade scraped against the bottom of the bowl, making Wang Qi Zhi's eardrums tingle. But immediately, his eyes widened.

Lin Sicheng held the fish with one hand and the knife with the other, gently slicing, and a line appeared on the fish's back.

It was as straight as if it had been drawn with a ruler.

Then he began to fillet it; not only was it incredibly thin, but it was also of uniform thickness.

Wang Qi Zhi suddenly fell silent: just by looking at this knife skill, he knew that Lin Sicheng's culinary skills were definitely not bad.

He pondered for a moment: "Lin Sicheng, come out, I'll do it!"

Just now, it was because Lin Sicheng was too full of himself that he was joking around. He didn't expect that Lin Sicheng could actually do it?

But no matter how much of a student he is, there is no reason to let him cook on his first day at his teacher's house.

"Teacher, don't be so formal, besides, the fish is already filleted?"

Wang Qi Zhi paused: That was true.

Filleted like this, he would know how to make pickled fish, but not only were there no seasonings, it would also be a waste of ingredients: wild mandarin fish is definitely best in its original flavor.

Fine, I'll be the assistant.

Wang Qi Zhi put on an apron.

"When did you learn this?"

"Freshman year, I've been living on my own since then."

He had forgotten about that.

The two talked while they worked; before long, Lin Sicheng had finished filleting the fish and started stewing the large bones.

Then he turned on another stove to cook the lamb.

His movements were too skillful and his technique too high; Wang Qi Zhi was so busy marveling that he forgot to stop him.

By the time the food was in the pot and the aroma hit his face, he finally reacted.

But this craftsmanship, compared to Dan Wangshu, seems to be even a little bit higher?

……

The two of them worked together, and the speed was very fast; they only had to wait for Dan Wangshu and Ye Anning to get off work to serve the table.

At about six o'clock, the two of them entered the kitchen again.

With only two vegetable dishes left, Wang Qi Zhi finally came out.

It was also a coincidence; he had just untied his apron, just sat on the sofa, and just lit a cigarette when the door creaked.

Dan Wangshu and Ye Anning walked in one after the other, followed by Wang Youjian carrying his schoolbag.

Seeing him sitting there in a relaxed, sprawling manner, puffing away, Dan Wangshu frowned.

Just as she was about to say something, she turned her head suspiciously and glanced toward the kitchen.

Through the frosted glass door, it was hard to see clearly, but the range hood was running, and one could see a figure standing in front of the stove, stir-frying.

The movements were extremely practiced; a toss of the wok, and "whoosh," a burst of flame erupted. Another toss, and "whoosh," another burst of flame.

It was unclear who it was, but there was fruit on the dining table, and a new pack of cigarettes was placed in front of Wang Qi Zhi.

Dan Wangshu's expression changed: "Wang Qi Zhi, do you have no shame?"

Wang Qi Zhi didn't even move: "I just lit it!"

Is that what I'm talking to you about? I'm talking to you about Lin Sicheng.

You invited someone over as a guest, and it ended up with them in the kitchen?

Wang Qi Zhi, are you polite? Do you have any sense?

Wang Qi Zhi was trembling with anger: "I haven't even been out for two minutes!"

Do you think I believe your nonsense?

Glaring fiercely, Dan Wangshu hurriedly put down her bag.

She took off her coat, changed her shoes, and rushed toward the kitchen in three strides.

Ye Anning even forgot to put down her bag or change her shoes, following behind, both surprised and curious.

Pulling open the glass door, in an instant, Dan Wangshu's face was full of smiles: "Lin Sicheng, I am so sorry..."

"Madam, I will have to come often in the future, please don't be so formal."

Scanning left and right, Dan Wangshu smiled apologetically, not knowing what to say.

The stovetop was full of dishes; although they were covered and one couldn't see what they were, the two of them had noses: not a single one was made by Wang Qi Zhi!

Ye Anning sniffed, her mouth uncontrollably starting to water, and she turned back to glance at Wang Qi Zhi: Uncle really was quite impolite.

But it smelled so good.

Wang Qi Zhi felt he was more wronged than Dou E: I put in effort too, alright?