Chapter 18: Reporting to the Police

Reborn into this world, Lin Sicheng believed that even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, he could remain expressionless.

Unless Mount Tai were to smash onto his head.

Just like now.

"Let go!"

He gave a cold shout, startling the female Assistant and the staff members.

Subconsciously, they let go, and the pot landed in Lin Sicheng's hands. Then, with two "click" sounds, the porcelain pot was placed into its padded box, and with a "snap," the lid was closed.

Lin Sicheng's movements were too fast and fluid, giving the old man no chance to react at all.

He was confused: "Lin Sicheng, what are you doing?"

"Second-fired Porcelain, the glaze contains Uranium!"

His eyes bulged: "Which uranium?"

"The uranium in Uranium Yellow!"

Lin Zhangqing gave a start, staring blankly at Lin Sicheng.

Uranium Yellow is a pigment by nature; because it can produce a "radioactive fluorescence" similar to a glow-in-the-dark effect, it is used in a small number of murals and ancient ceramic Artifact Restoration projects to restore historical colors.

It hasn't been used just once; Lin Zhangqing knew very well what this substance was, and he also knew: whether Uranium Yellow is neutralized with green pigment or blue pigment, it will mix into a green color.

That is why this porcelain pot had a greenish tint.

He was also even more aware of the dangers of this thing: this is the stuff used to build an Atomic Bomb, just imagine?

"What about the dating equipment, why didn't it detect it?"

Lin Sicheng gritted his teeth: "They also added Depleted Uranium, and it's currently in its half-life!"

Instantly, Lin Zhangqing's face turned ashen: "Go!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "I was standing far away, I'm fine!"

With the glaze acting as a barrier, the penetration distance of harmful rays would not exceed ten centimeters. The harmful distance of radioactive gas is also basically within twenty centimeters.

He was indeed fine, but the old man had held the pot and stared at it for a full hour.

Whenever he thought of it, Lin Sicheng wanted to kill those two merchants on the spot...

"Go wash up quickly, don't scrub hard. You also need to drink water, as much as possible, but absolutely do not induce vomiting!"

Lin Zhangqing, with a dark face, grabbed the mineral water on the table and ran.

He understood all of this: drink as much water as possible to neutralize the pollutants inhaled into the body.

And one must wash all exposed parts of the body as soon as possible, such as the face, neck, and wrists.

After the old man left, Lin Sicheng took his grandfather's phone and typed a message in a flash: Xiao Gu, there is a scam at the City Cultural Relics Company, the amount involved is over ten million... Both the old man and I are here, bring more people, be quick!

He threw it onto the table and picked up his own phone: Gu Ming, find a way to contact the Radiology Department at Jiaotong University Second Affiliated Hospital, our old man has Uranium poisoning at the City Cultural Relics Company, send an ambulance immediately... be quick!

The others were still bewildered.

They didn't know which "uranium" Lin Sicheng was talking about, thinking it was just glaze. They knew even less what kind of porcelain Second-fired Porcelain was.

General Manager Bai stood up: "Little Lin, what is going on?"

Lin Sicheng put away his phone: "The pot is fake!"

How is that possible?

General Manager Bai stared: "Then what about Professor Lin, why did he leave?"

"He didn't leave, he went to wash his face: the Glaze Material is toxic and, more importantly, contains radioactive substances!"

General Manager Bai looked stunned, and the others looked even more confused, except for the two merchants.

When they heard the word "radiation," both men clearly leaned back.

This was a natural physical reaction to extreme shock and extreme astonishment.

The two even exchanged a look?

Then, one of them stood up immediately: "Saying my antique is toxic, are you talking nonsense?"

Hearing this, Lin Sicheng's face turned green: he hadn't been sure before, but seeing his reaction and hearing his hometown accent pop out, he was one hundred percent certain.

Fuck your mother.

"Little Lin, that can't be right, can it?" General Manager Bai didn't quite believe it either, "It passed through so many instruments and underwent so many tests; if there were a problem, it would have been detected long ago, right?"

"General Manager Bai, instruments are not omnipotent; otherwise, all Cultural Relics departments and experts would have changed professions long ago—what would be the need for visual appraisal?"

"This gang of bastards added Uranium Yellow to the glaze, which can accelerate carbon atom decay, so it can fool Carbon-14 dating."

"But because Uranium Yellow is relatively stable and releases too little energy during the decay process, it can't fool Thermoluminescence, so they added Depleted Uranium, which is more active and has a longer half-life!"

"What is Depleted Uranium? It's used to build an Atomic Bomb... its decay releases radon gas and other decay products, which enter the body through breathing and continuously release energy over a long period..."

Suddenly, Lin Sicheng remembered the old man holding the porcelain pot for almost an hour without letting go. It was no exaggeration; he wanted to smash that fake Hong Konger's face into a pulp.

He took a deep breath, trying hard to control his anger: he had lived two lives after all, he had to be steady and calm.

When facing major events, one must have a calm spirit... inhale, inhale.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall... exhale, exhale!

General Manager Bai stood there with his mouth open, at a loss.

Even if he didn't understand much, he knew what uranium was, and he knew what radioactive materials were, and what long-term energy release meant.

But he didn't believe it.

And let alone Lin Sicheng, even if Professor Lin had said it himself, he wouldn't have believed it: it's just an antique, how could it be related to an Atomic Bomb?

The merchants were like cats with their fur standing on end, jumping up: "Little brother, are you crazy? Do you think this is a movie? We took planes and went through security checks, what kind of poison wouldn't be detected?"

Detected, my ass?

Last year, spies smuggled two whole kilograms of enriched uranium, hidden in a box, and walked right out of the customs of the Great Bear and into Georgia.

And the two countries were in a pre-war state, relations were extremely tense, and the inspections were not just ordinary, but why wasn't it detected?

Because at the current stage, the relevant testing equipment has not been popularized at all...

The lackey behind him also stood up and picked up the case: "General Manager Bai, you all have no sincerity; we are not doing this business!"

"You say you're not doing it, so you're not doing it?"

Lin Sicheng reached out and pointed, "I have already called the Police, the Police will be here immediately!"

Upon hearing the word "Police," the two men were suddenly stunned, both shocked and suspicious.

Then, they suddenly rushed toward the exit.

Want to run? Why don't you try running?

Taking a step across, Lin Sicheng blocked the aisle.

The two exchanged a look; the merchant charged off to the side, and the lackey raised the case and smashed it toward Lin Sicheng.

Having endured for so long, how could Lin Sicheng not be prepared?

He reached out and grabbed the square stool by the sofa.

It was the kind placed between two sofas for a translator or secretary to sit on. It was small in volume, but very heavy.

Suddenly crouching low to dodge the case, he swung with force.

"Bang!" The lackey's head and the stool collided fiercely; his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed without even letting out a scream.

The merchant had already run seven or eight meters away and had already gripped the door handle.

"Thud!" With a loud noise, the stool smashed into the door panel, and the merchant shrank his head in fright.

Just as he pulled the door open, a figure was reflected on the door, as if it had flown up.

Then, the merchant felt as if he had been hit by a train.

Kicked down, Lin Sicheng flipped over and straddled him, squinting his eyes and gritting his teeth, throwing a punch to the left, then a punch to the right.

"Thud~" To hell with staying calm?

"Thud~" To hell with being composed?

"Thud~" To hell with having a peaceful spirit?

I have lived two lifetimes, and I still have to suffer this kind of humiliation?

Everyone in the reception room was stunned into speechlessness.

With every punch he took, the merchant let out a miserable cry, sounding just like a slaughtered pig.

The lackey lay in the aisle, eyes tightly shut, motionless. Blood seeped from his hair into the carpet.

The case had fallen not far away; it hadn't burst open, but it had left a large dent.

General Manager Bai recalled the scene from just a moment ago: Lin Sicheng blocked the aisle, and the lackey raised the case to smash him...

The things inside were worth tens of millions; how could he dare?

In an instant, General Manager Bai's face turned deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "Call the Police!"