Chapter 31: I'll Get Out Right Now!

The sun had just slanted to the west, the hands of the clock pointing to five.

"Creak," the laboratory door was pushed open, and Lin Sicheng walked in.

Feng Lin and Xu Bo looked up subconsciously.

Isn't this the student they ran into at the cafeteria this morning?

Xu Bo frowned: "Who let you in? Get out!"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment: No, are you fucking eating gunpowder?

Wang Qi Zhi followed right behind, carrying the Iron Certificate in his hand.

He took a glance: "Little Xu, get off work first!"

"Ah, Professor Wang? I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you..."

"Get off work!"

Wang Qi Zhi's expression was somewhat stern; Xu Bo dared not argue further and took off his gloves.

As soon as the person left, Wang Qi Zhi looked at Feng Lin: "How did you recruit people?"

Feng Lin lowered her head: "Professor Wang, I'm sorry!"

She hadn't expected Xu Bo's jealousy to be so intense.

No mentor would like such a personality, because no one wants a second Zhu Ling to appear in their laboratory.

"Professor Wang, I will go to the Center for Teaching and Research tomorrow to re-coordinate!"

"Hmm!" Wang Qi Zhi's expression softened a little; he put down the Iron Tile and beckoned, "Come!"

Come it is.

Lin Sicheng took off his coat, put on a Protective Suit, and entered the Infrared Reflection Imaging Room.

Feng Lin was startled.

The equipment inside cost several million; usually, even Xu Bo wasn't qualified to touch it, at most just wiping off the dust.

She hurriedly walked over: "Student Lin, do you need any help?"

"Don't worry about him!" Wang Qi Zhi waved his hand, "You take the notes!"

With the mentor having arranged it this way, how could Feng Lin say anything? She obediently took the Folder and pulled out a form.

But she was truly uneasy, her eyes fixed tightly on the monitor.

First turning on the machine to preheat and casually tossing the Iron Tile into the refrigerator, Lin Sicheng began to set the parameters.

"Emissivity 0.7!"

"Blackbody Source Calibration: Humidity 10~40HR, temperature difference -20℃ to 150℃."

"Pseudo-Rainbow Mapping: Iron Red Mode!"

Feng Lin suddenly raised her head, staring at Wang Qi Zhi: No... does he actually understand?

Emissivity is one thing, but if you aren't a graduate student related to Cultural Relics Protection, how would you know about Blackbody Source Calibration and Pseudo-Rainbow Mapping?

Let alone adjusting the parameters, one wouldn't even understand the words.

Wang Qi Zhi tapped the table: "Why are you looking at me? Write it down!"

"Oh, oh~"

She lowered her head, glanced at the monitor, and copied it down rapidly.

Wang Qi Zhi was also very strange.

Lin Sicheng had said he had been to the laboratory with Professor Lin, and more than once. And he spoke with such authority that he must surely understand the basic instrument operation procedures.

Otherwise, Wang Qi Zhi wouldn't have let him into the Equipment Room.

What Wang Qi Zhi found strange was: Lin Sicheng's casualness, relaxation, and sense of familiarity.

He didn't even need to turn his head to know where the instrument panel was, where the tray was, or where the light source and sensor were.

A single glance was all it took to know how much the angle was off and how to adjust it.

Without having been in a laboratory hundreds or thousands of times, it would be absolutely impossible to be this proficient.

There was no need to compare him to others; even Feng Lin beside him felt inferior to him.

No, it should be a lot inferior; this kid had already started the testing:

Multi-point Scanning, Dynamic Monitoring...

Image Freezing, Annotation, Matrix Data Export...

Heat Map Superposition, Precise Defect Positioning...

Linear Temperature Difference Labeling, analysis...

Wang Qi Zhi watched in a daze.

It is often said that different trades are like mountains; even among metal Cultural Relics, bronze restoration and iron restoration are worlds apart, let alone ceramics.

And don't think that just because the same testing instrument is used, the operation process and required conditions are the same; they are vastly different.

So Wang Qi Zhi had been prepared to provide guidance at any time.

But before he could even provide guidance, Lin Sicheng had already completed most of the testing.

Huh, that's not right... why is the exported image so strange?

Wang Qi Zhi blinked his eyes: "Iron Artifact Combined Imaging... no, where did he learn this?"

Feng Lin beside him widened her eyes even more.

It's no exaggeration; like what Lin Sicheng was doing now, she really couldn't do it: Iron Artifact Combined Imaging; this instrument did have this function, but she had never learned it at all.

To be precise: Xida didn't teach it.

Only one institution in the country had a related course: Peking University Cultural Heritage.

And only graduate students involved in the direction of iron Cultural Relics protection would learn it...

The two were stunned when Lin Sicheng's voice came through the microphone: "Record!"

"Floating rust composition: FeO, FeO..."

"Middle and bottom layers: α-FeOOH, β-FeOOH, γ-FeOOH..."

"Hydroxides: Fe(OH), Fe(OH)... Chloride compounds: FeCl, FeCl..."

"Sulfates: FeSO... Carbonates: such as FePO..."

Feng Lin's mind was a complete muddle; she picked up her pen, but couldn't remember a thing.

Finished?

This was what Lin Sicheng had deduced based on visual inspection; it wasn't displayed on the instrument at all.

The key was that she had been distracted for a moment and hadn't recorded a single one.

Just as she didn't know what to do, Lin Sicheng walked out of the imaging room carrying the Iron Tile.

Wang Qi Zhi looked suspicious: "Where did you learn transmission imaging?"

"From a book!"

What the hell?

"Which book?"

Lin Sicheng took off his Protective Suit unhurriedly:

"Institute of Archaeology, Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, *Archaeology*, 2006, Issue 8."

"Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, *Archaeology*, 2006, Issue 11."

"Peking University Cultural Heritage, *Artifact Research*, 2006, Issue 6!"

Wang Qi Zhi's eyes went wide: "Lin Sicheng, are you spouting nonsense?"

Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly: It wasn't exactly nonsense, but it was indeed a bit perfunctory.

But he couldn't just hide it and not use it, could he?

That would be asking for trouble when there was no crime to suffer.

Besides, it wasn't some top-secret technology, was it?

Lin Sicheng put down the Iron Certificate, put on gloves and a mask, and began mixing chemical solutions: "Professor Wang, I'm really not lying to you. If you don't believe me, check it!"

Wang Qi Zhi's lips twitched, and curses welled up in his throat.

Was this a question of whether to check the journals or verify if the relevant Thesis existed in them?

According to Lin Sicheng's logic, if one could learn the most advanced scientific testing knowledge just by flipping through journals and glancing at a Thesis, wouldn't Scientists be everywhere?

But then again: in the whole country, only Peking University taught such techniques. If he hadn't learned it from books, where could he have learned it?

Just as he was secretly guessing, a pungent smell came Floating over, and Wang Qi Zhi narrowed his eyes:

Lin Sicheng was holding a bunch of bottles and jars, mixing them together. Oxalic acid, acetic acid, citric acid, hydrochloric acid...

Wang Qi Zhi's eyelid twitched: "What are you doing?"

Lin Sicheng looked matter-of-fact: "Removing rust, of course?"

"No... why aren't you using the Ultrasound?"

"It's too slow, and it has to be washed in the end anyway!"

"Then why not use tea, or an electrolyte solution?"

"That takes many passes; it's better to do it all in one go!"

Wash and dry, dry and wash, and you can't even bake it dry.

By the time it was washed, the Electric Kiln would have already arrived.

"Do it in one go, my foot?"

Even if different professions are like mountains apart, how could Wang Qi Zhi not understand the harm acid solutions cause to metal Cultural Relics?

And doing it right in front of him, in his own laboratory?

What was this?

This was a naked insult to a Cultural Relics protection researcher.

Wang Qi Zhi was so angry his liver ached; he grabbed Lin Sicheng: "Get up!"

Lin Sicheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Professor Wang, I'm really short on money and in a hurry!"

Wang Qi Zhi paused, then gritted his teeth: "Five hundred thousand!"

"What?"

"Five hundred thousand, I'll transfer it to your card later!" Wang Qi Zhi said with a dark face, pointing at the door, "Now get out!"

Haha, how much?

Lin Sicheng had previously thought: Even if Professor Wang knew his stuff, he would pay at most three hundred thousand.

As it turned out: Professor Wang got angry and nearly doubled it?

He nimbly took off his gloves, beamed with joy, and bowed: "Alright, Professor Wang, I'm rolling out now!"