Chapter 28: Eighty Thousand!

What is Kiln-transmutation Porcelain?

It is something beyond the reach of human skill, not seen in one out of ten thousand kilns.

On the way to the hospital, it wasn't that Hao Jun hadn't thought about it: even if it were a Mansheng Pot, auctioning for six million... that's not very likely, right?

Now he knew, and he waved his hand to interrupt the second half of the sentence Lin Sicheng hadn't finished: Senior Brother, this is Kiln-transmutation Porcelain.

When Hao Jun said that Lin Sicheng had paid for the pot, Lin Zhangqing was incomparably shocked, and while he was dumbfounded, Guan Xingmin was equally strange:

Old Lin, this is your own grandson, what are you shocked about?

Now he knew: because this pot is Kiln-transmutation Porcelain.

How rare is it?

Xijing is an ancient capital of over ten dynasties and a disaster area for the smuggling of Cultural Relics; the cultural relics that pass through here in a year are strange and varied, a Five Flowers and Eight Gates of items. But until today, only then did Guan Xingmin truly see what Kiln-transmutation Porcelain looks like!

He sighed and frowned tightly: "But purple clay is not subject to Glazing, so where does the talk of kiln-transmutation come from?"

"Lin Sicheng says the composition of Liyang pottery clay is very special: one is that the bauxite content is low, while the content of Quartz and Feldspar is very high, and coupled with a not-low content of Iron Oxide and an outrageously high content of blue copper, plus a high kiln temperature of around 1200 degrees, it just happened to constitute the coloring conditions for an iron-copper glaze system..."

"Of course, this is only the main reason; there must be other additional conditions to constitute kiln-transmutation... I won't go into detail, it's quite complicated, and he couldn't explain it clearly either."

It wasn't just Lin Sicheng who couldn't explain it clearly.

Even the most advanced modern scientific technology has not researched and understood the specific reasons for the kiln-transmutation of porcelain.

"But how old is he, yet he understands so much?"

"I don't know, I reckon Professor Lin and Museum Curator Lin haven't figured it out either, otherwise they wouldn't have been so stunned!"

That is true.

Lin Zhangqing is slightly better, but especially Lin Sicheng's dad—that expression at the time could make people laugh to death.

Guan Xingmin smiled again: "You are also generous enough; not to mention splitting half, even if you split one-tenth, that's five or six hundred thousand, and you just said you didn't want it?"

"Am I that short of it?"

Hao Jun let out a "ha," and told the story again of how Lao Liu knew the truth but identified it as fake, and sent someone to pry the Lock, then sighed:

"Lao Guan, put yourself in his shoes; if you were Lin Sicheng, after picking up a bargain right in front of me, would you tell me without hesitation: this is Kiln-transmutation Porcelain, worth at least five or six million?"

Guan Xingmin was stunned for a moment, unable to respond.

He might say it, but he would absolutely not be this honest. At the very least, he would hesitate for a moment.

This has nothing to do with character or quality, but is human nature, an instinct.

Compared to that Master Liu who worked side-by-side with Hao Jun for many years, it really is one in the sky and one in the ground.

Tsk, no wonder Old Hao is so moved.

"This young man is worth befriending!"

It just so happened to be a red light, and Hao Jun stepped on the brake: "Isn't that nonsense?"

In the hospital, the three generations of men looked at each other.

Lin Mingzhi felt like he was dreaming: his son went out at noon, just attended a meeting on behalf of his grandfather, went for a turn around Xicang, and then earned six million just like that?

That is six million!

He couldn't earn that in three lifetimes, even without eating or drinking.

He couldn't figure it out even more: same ancestors, same genes, almost identical faces, and he is the father, so why isn't he as excellent as his son?

He looked down at himself again: he didn't feel there was any difference?

Just as he was feeling it was unbelievable, Lin Zhangqing pointed at the wardrobe: "Sicheng, bring me my coat!"

"Oh."

Lin Sicheng got up and helped Lin Zhangqing get his jacket.

The old man took out his wallet, took out a card, and handed it forward: "Don't be in a hurry to sell the pot, keep it for two years first. There is some money on this card, you use it first."

Lin Sicheng didn't take it: "I still have money, Rongbaozhai still owes me three hundred thousand!"

"Oh, I forgot!" Lin Zhangqing nodded, "If it's not enough, just say so!"

"I know, Grandfather!"

Lin Mingzhi sat to the side, his eyes staring straight.

He had seen this card before; the money inside was far more than "some," and the old man just gave it away like that?

And Lin Sicheng didn't even want it?

The key is: where did Lin Sicheng get three hundred thousand?

Adding the previous eighty thousand, he hadn't earned that much in twenty years of work.

Lin Mingzhi felt like a cat was scratching at his heart, but with Lin Zhangqing there, how could he dare to ask?

The old man thought again: "You're going to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Grandfather!"

"Mm, tomorrow I will call Shang Yan and Professor Liu, and I won't let them interfere with your postgraduate entrance exam matters..."

The old man paused slightly and sighed again, "I know, there are some things you don't like to hear, but Grandfather still has to say it: the simple accumulation of wealth is actually a very distorted thing. If the speed of accumulation is too fast, it will attract all kinds of trouble, and even risks."

"Compared to that, whether it is rules, atmosphere, values, or even human nature, school is much simpler and purer than the outside. More importantly: resources are more concentrated, and the opportunities to strengthen your own power and expand your influence are far greater than outside..."

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment and nodded.

The old man was afraid: he would have a day when he was old, but by then, he himself would not have the background and strength to match his wealth.

Just like a small child holding gold while walking through the market.

Therefore, his grandfather insisted on him pursuing a postgraduate degree, to accumulate and settle down while continuously adding layers of armor.

But why not add armor for his dad?

Subconsciously, he turned his head.

Lin Zhangqing sighed, however: "Don't look at your dad; if he were reliable, why would I need to manage you so strictly?"

Lin Mingzhi's face darkened, his lips trembling: How am I unreliable?

Lin Zhangqing tapped the table: "Don't be unconvinced, and don't talk about earning; talk to me when you stop losing money!"

His gaze stiffened for a moment, and Lin Mingzhi moved his lips, but he dared not make a sound.

Lin Zhangqing sighed again: "If your own judgment isn't good enough, isn't there someone in the family who has it? Stop tossing about on your own in the future!"

Lin Mingzhi gave a sheepish smile again.

Not to mention, he could only rely on his dad before, but now there was one more.

Lin Sicheng suddenly realized: So it turns out, Dad still made a bad call. The eight thousand yuan he swindled from Mom was taken by him to plug a hole?

It actually gave him a fright; he didn't dare ask, and spent several days blindly pondering: Dad wouldn't have done anything messy, would he?

He let out a sigh of relief and secretly rubbed his fingers together.

Lin Mingzhi's eyes lit up with a "whoosh."

Asking for money wouldn't go that far; spending his father's money was only natural, but spending his son's money was a bit excessive.

But in the future, when he calls Lin Sicheng to look at something, will he be at his beck and call?

At least he wouldn't have to be like when he called his dad—getting a lecture every time he called.

Just as he was secretly pondering, there was a "creak" at the door, and Jiang Yanwan walked into the hospital room carrying a lunch box.

"There's no share for you two; go downstairs and eat yourselves!"

She pointed at Lin Mingzhi and Lin Sicheng, and seeing the card on the coffee table, she was startled: "Dad, what are you doing?"

You've even taken out your life savings... why does it look like you're giving your last words?

"Dad is happy, so I took it out to let Lin Sicheng have a look!"

Total nonsense.

She glared at Lin Mingzhi, put the card into her wallet, and tucked it into her jacket pocket. Just as she was about to tidy up the Purple Clay Teapot, Lin Mingzhi took a step forward and carefully picked it up.

"Slow down, this thing is worth six million!"

"How much?"

"Six million!"

Jiang Yanwan subconsciously looked at the jacket on the chair.

"It didn't spend Dad's money, it was the son's own money: eighty thousand!" Lin Mingzhi said with a serious air, lowering his voice, "Lin Sicheng really only spent eighty thousand!"

Looking at her father-in-law's expression, Jiang Yanwan's heart couldn't stop pounding.

Eighty thousand, earning six million!

What was the concept of six million in 2007?

Jiang Yanwan's hands couldn't help but tremble.