Chapter 523: Respecting Harmony and Convincing Others with Reason (Supplementary Update)

Huang Lan wrote a check on the spot and had Lu Zhen and Lu Meng accompany General Manager Zhao to transfer the funds.

The painting was still spread out on the table, not yet put away. Huang Lan rolled her eyes and glanced at Liu Yiling.

In many cases, an appraisal is not just whatever one or two experts say it is. Even if your item is genuine, it is common for several experts to reach conclusions that are poles apart and completely contradictory.

At times like this, it depends on who is more professional and who has greater strength.

What Huang Lan was thinking was whether she could get some kind of certificate for it.

The Forbidden City was of course impossible, and she dared not even think about Sheng Guoan, but she dared to imagine having Liu Yiling and Sun Qichen sign it for her. After all, the item was genuine; it was merely a matter of paying two more appraisal fees. Coupled with the test report from the Yachang Center, it was basically a nail in the coffin that this painting was a genuine work by Zha Shibiao.

Just as she was thinking about how to bring it up, Lin Sicheng pointed at the painting: "Teacher Huang, you don't necessarily need an appraisal certificate. For example, having Rongbaozhai stamp it might be even better."

Huang Lan was stunned for a moment: "Rongbaozhai can stamp it?"

"Of course they can!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "But it costs money!"

Huang Lan curled her lip: As if I didn't know it costs money, but the problem is, are they willing to stamp it?

But then, she reacted: If the painting is genuine, why wouldn't Rongbaozhai stamp it?

With the appraisal results from a well-known industry expert and a full-time Calligraphy and Painting Researcher from the Forbidden City, plus the analysis report from the Yachang Center, one only needs to have a master artisan at Rongbaozhai confirm it.

It's equivalent to this hundred thousand yuan being delivered to their doorstep; there's no difficulty at all, so why would Rongbaozhai be unwilling?

Moreover, this is more persuasive than any appraisal certificate or having Liu Yiling and Sun Qichen sign it: regardless, Rongbaozhai is also a top-tier calligraphy and painting appraisal and auction institution in the industry; the former, no matter how famous, is just an individual.

Seeing Huang Lan not speaking, thinking she was unwilling to spend more money, Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "If you don't want to go to Rongbaozhai, Poly is also fine. Poly's fees are lower, but the time is longer; you have to wait until around the Qingming Festival, when they collect for the spring auction. At that time, you can have Poly stamp it..." Huang Lan was stunned: Poly's fees are indeed lower, perhaps thirty or forty thousand, or maybe ten or twenty thousand. And it is more persuasive and has more credibility than that stamp from Rongbaozhai.

First is professionalism and influence: if one were to rank domestic auction houses, if Poly claims second, no one dares to claim first.

Like Rongbaozhai, at most they could only rank after the top ten. Like the previously submitted Duoyunxuan, it's not even in the picture.

That is one point; the second: if you go to Rongbaozhai, as long as they confirm your item is a genuine work and you are willing to pay the money, they can stamp it for you. As for how you sell it, they naturally won't care.

But at Poly, not only must you guarantee there is no problem with the item, they must also guarantee that your item can be sold at auction before they will give you that stamp. If it cannot be sold, Poly must buy your item back at the reserve price. Of course, as long as there is this seal, it is impossible for it not to sell. But unless there is one hundred percent certainty, this seal will not be applied.

Therefore, although this stamp from Poly is cheaper, it is much harder to get than the one from Rongbaozhai.

Huang Lan's eyes lit up: "Do you have connections?"

To speak of connections, it really doesn't count.

Hao Jun is in Xijing, beyond reach. Ye Anning is also in Xijing, and besides, she is only an Assistant.

The two of them could at most introduce her.

But the item is genuine, so it doesn't matter if there are no connections.

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Teacher Huang, don't worry, they know their stuff!"

Huang Lan opened her mouth, but said nothing more.

She also didn't pursue why, when she took it to Rongbaozhai last time, the appraiser didn't even bother to look and directly said it was a worthless imitation.

No matter how naive she was, she at least understood: the appraisal capabilities of masters at the same shop can be worlds apart.

For the same collection, when submitted by different people, the treatment is like heaven and earth.

An unknown collector taking an unknown painting for appraisal, and an unknown collector taking a work that has been appraised by a Forbidden City Researcher and has an Artron test report, already completely confirmed as a work by a famous master, are two completely different concepts.

The former can be dismissed by an ordinary shop clerk, while the latter requires at least the shop's master artisan to be dispatched, absolutely as careful as can be. Huang Lan didn't hesitate: "I'll go to Rongbaozhai!"

At least that is faster and doesn't require waiting several months.

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Then, about today's matter?"

Huang Lan was categorical: "I keep my word, it's wiped clean!"

That was exactly what he wanted.

Lin Sicheng looked at Huang Zhi.

The latter understood in a second.

The experts from the Public Security Department had appraised it, and the experts from the Forbidden City had also appraised it; although the process was a bit convoluted, the result didn't have any surprises: it was equivalent to saying that the case the eldest sister reported today, and her so-called fraud, had nothing to do with each other; it was entirely a farce.

If he didn't withdraw the case now, was he waiting for someone to file a complaint?

Being able to pick up a bargain at a large auction and spending tens of millions in one go. Being able to have Forbidden City experts call him 'Teacher', and being able to associate with Director Sheng and Director Tian of the Forbidden City—could this be an ordinary person?

Today the Police handled the case in violation of regulations; could he not see that?

He just didn't point it out.

It was just that the eldest sister didn't see it and still felt she was in the right.

Turning these thoughts over, Huang Zhi smiled and nodded again, meaning he knew what to do.

Lin Sicheng immediately understood and, together with Huang Lan, sent Liu Yiling out.

Only a few Police officers, that Teacher Chen, and Huang Zhi remained in the conference room.

With no outsiders left, Huang Zhi spoke without reservation: "Division Chief Liu, withdraw the case, sorry for the trouble!"

It wasn't really trouble; just a notification would suffice.

He just didn't quite understand: "Teacher Chen, why did that kid just point at the painting, and the Forbidden City expert changed her tune, and the conclusions before and after were self-contradictory?"

Changed her tune?

Teacher Chen didn't know how to say it.

Relatively speaking, his appraisal ability was inferior. But he had eyes, and even more so, ears.

The loose style of Ni Zan, the Jin Brush of the Zhe School, the Wen Brush of the Wu School, the cold mountains and thin water of the Huangshan School... only the Xin'an School possessed all these characteristics simultaneously.

And the number of painters who could embody all of them in one painting did not exceed the fingers on one hand.

And that seal, which was not quite symmetrical and had a chip, pointed the truth directly to Zha Shibiao.

So, it wasn't that the Forbidden City expert changed her tune, but that she had misjudged it.

Teacher Chen thought for a long while: "Division Chief Liu, that kid is a master!"

Division Chief Liu was stunned for a moment.

Teacher Chen spoke very cryptically, but he could understand: Leader, it is not at all what you think. It has nothing to do with backroom deals or human relationships.

Instead, everyone was completely off the mark, including me, and including the Experts from the Forbidden City.

"Does that mean his eye for appraisal is even better than the Experts from the Forbidden City?"

"Of course!"

Just look at how respectful Sheng Guoan's students have become.

And then there is Liu Yan's student, whose face is so dark it could drip water; one look and you know the two have had bad blood before, and if that kid's conclusion had even the slightest flaw, he would have jumped out long ago.

Instead of being both shocked and annoyed, yet not even daring to look that kid in the eye.

While pondering this, Teacher Chen muttered to himself again: "Anyway, he's much better than me."

Division Chief Liu suddenly realized, his face full of astonishment: "He looks... not very old, does he?"

Huang Zhi felt the same way: "Who's to say he isn't?"

Looking at that face, at most he's only twenty-two or twenty-three years old...

Surprise is one thing, but the matter still had to be handled. Division Chief Liu did not dare to delay and had his Assistant notify them to withdraw the case.

Upon receiving the notification, Wang Qi Zhi and Zhao Xiuneng were completely bewildered.

They had circled the upstairs floors several times, pushed from this department to that department, and met five or six big leaders, small leaders, and not-so-big leaders. Their attitudes were very polite, but their excuses were surprisingly consistent: the case was still under investigation.

Finally, Wang Qi Zhi was getting impatient and was just thinking about whether to find someone to ask, when the Police suddenly notified him: the complainant had withdrawn the case?

Once they finished the paperwork, they could take the people away.

The two of them couldn't figure it out: how was this case withdrawn?

Recalling that Teacher Huang, with that attitude and that way of speaking, no matter how you looked at it, she didn't seem like the type to let things rest. The two of them went downstairs, completely confused.

They happened to run into Lin Sicheng and Huang Lan, who had just finished seeing someone off.

Seeing Wang Qi Zhi and Zhao Xiuneng, Huang Lan even smiled.

Afterwards, she took out her phone: "Little Lin, let's exchange numbers, let's keep in touch!"

It was very friendly, very gentle, and even carried a hint of ingratiation.

But the pupils of the two men couldn't help but shrink.

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon; they hadn't experienced a personality and emotional intelligence like Huang Lan's before?

Reason doesn't work on her, she doesn't want to listen to good advice, and even if she hits a brick wall, as long as she can still hit it, even if she hits it until her face is covered in blood, she will keep hitting it.

As long as she isn't happy, then no one else should expect to be happy; it's useless for anyone to try to persuade her.

Put yourself in her shoes: she hated Feng Sanjiang and Hu Hai to the bone, and by extension, she naturally viewed Lin Sicheng as an enemy.

But in the blink of an eye, not only did she let bygones be bygones, she even took the initiative to show goodwill?

How was this magic trick performed?

After exchanging numbers, Huang Lan entered the conference room, and the two men walked over.

Wang Qi Zhi looked him up and down, with a gaze as if Lin Sicheng had sold himself out.

"What did you do?"

Lin Sicheng said nonchalantly: "Helped her appraise that painting!"

Wang Qi Zhi was even more surprised: "She was actually willing to let you appraise it?"

"Of course!"

Lin Sicheng gave a rough explanation, and the two of them widened their eyes.

In the short time they were away, so many things had actually happened?

An Expert from the appraisal department came, and the conclusion was that it was a worthless imitation.

An Expert from the Forbidden City came, and the conclusion was still that it was a worthless imitation.

And as soon as Lin Sicheng stepped in, he forcibly appraised this imitation painting—which had already been written off as having no value—into a masterpiece by a famous artist, full of story and inspiration?

At this point, it was no longer about how many people Lin Sicheng had slapped in the face, but rather that he had turned the tide, rewriting a situation that was already a foregone conclusion and a lose-lose for everyone into a happy ending where everyone got what they wanted.

Huang Lan vented her anger and got back every bit of the face she had lost. Not only would she not look for trouble with Lin Sicheng in the future, she would even have to thank him. She had even started calculating how to deepen her relationship with Lin Sicheng.

Don't you see, she had already taken the initiative to ask for his phone number?

Lin Sicheng solved the trouble and, even more so, spared Feng Sanjiang and Hu Hai from a great disaster: Zhao Xiuneng and Wang Qi Zhi firmly believed that with Huang Lan's personality, as long as she didn't vent this anger, Feng Sanjiang, Hu Hai, and Lin Sicheng, who stood up for them, would never have a day of peace.

At the same time, it avoided a direct conflict with the law enforcement authorities.

Today's police response was not very standard, and the case-handling procedure today did indeed have flaws. If they held onto this point, Feng Sanjiang and Hu Hai could certainly have been released.

The problem is that these two are not clean themselves; if they held onto it, they would end up back inside sooner or later...

Wang Qi Zhi digested this for a while, then said with emotion: "Lin Sicheng, you are still the most thoughtful!"

Not only does he dare to think, he dares to act, and the key is, he actually succeeded.

Zhao Xiuneng deeply agreed: not only thoughtful, but also very rational.

Upstairs, when they were being kicked around like a ball between several departments, Wang Qi Zhi had already lost his patience.

If he hadn't persuaded him, even if he hadn't slammed the table and cursed, he would have found people and connections.

The problem is, you find someone to solve it this time, but what about next time, or the time after that?

Compared to that, Lin Sicheng is not as hot-tempered as Wang Qi Zhi, but deep down, he still has a personality of needles hidden in silk.

Like that time with the Yaozhou Porcelain, even when such a big leader came to beg him, he still left them with no face at all.

And those kilns in Shanxi, as well as the Hejin Porcelain and Hozhou Porcelain; the locals wanted to pick the fruit, but in the end, not only did they fail to pick it, Lin Sicheng didn't even leave them a single hair.

Including this most recent time, Customs detained Hu Hai and the porcelain. With so many well-known Experts in the industry and so many big leaders, did Lin Sicheng leave them any face at all?

As long as Lin Sicheng wanted to, he wouldn't even need Wang Qi Zhi to find anyone; with his influence in the Beijing police circles, he could just react a little, and many people would be in trouble today.

If he were a bit softer and revealed his identity as a Consultant, this matter today could also have been solved quietly.

But why didn't he do that?

Because he was in the wrong.

Feng Sanjiang and Hu Hai are swindlers; this is an indisputable fact.

Using power to pressure others this time, but what about next time?

No matter how useful an identity is, it loses its effectiveness if used too often.

What's more, Lin Sicheng came to Beijing to do business, not to offend people, and certainly not to fight wars.

Harmony is precious, and reason should be used to convince others.

Conversely, if he can handle someone with the personality and emotional intelligence of Huang Lan, who else can Lin Sicheng not handle? The more Zhao Xiuneng thought about it, the more he admired him, glancing at Wang Qi Zhi: "Professor Wang, if this matter were up to you today, how would you solve it?"

Wang Qi Zhi glared at him: Solve it, my foot?

I wouldn't even be able to walk out of the Yachang Center before I'd have to clash with that stubborn woman. And after that, of course, it would be car against car, cannon against cannon.

As for the result, it would certainly be a complete mess.

Wang Qi Zhi let out a "Heh": "General Manager Zhao, don't ask me; think about it yourself first—if it were you, what would you do?"

"Me?" Zhao Xiuneng shook his head, "I wouldn't solve it."

What kind of answer is that?

Wang Qi Zhi was confused: "Why?"

What else could it be?

"Of course, because I couldn't beat her!"

Wang Qi Zhi was left speechless, then felt both amused and frustrated.

With that woman's stance and energy, what could Zhao Xiuneng possibly use to fight her?

He would just have to let it be.

As the two ridiculed each other, with a "Clang," the conference room door pushed open, and a crowd of people walked out.

I don't know if Huang Zhi said something, but that Division Chief Liu was very polite, specifically exchanging numbers with Lin Sicheng, saying he might ask him for help in the future. Huang Lan remained enthusiastic, even saying she wanted to treat Lin Sicheng to a meal.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiuneng and Wang Qi Zhi were stunned, looking at each other: This woman, has her persona collapsed?

With her personality, even if she admired him in her heart, her attitude would never change this quickly.

But immediately, seeing Lu Zhen and Lu Meng, and hearing the two call her "Aunt," Wang Qi Zhi and Zhao Xiuneng realized what was happening.

Beijing is so big, yet they could actually run into acquaintances?

And the kind who know Lin Sicheng quite well, the kind who have suffered losses and learned lessons at Lin Sicheng's hands.

No matter how stubborn or reserved that woman is, she at least understands what Lin Sicheng's ability means to someone in the collection business.

No matter how rigid she is, she should at least understand the logic of losing less money, being swindled less, and being deceived less, right?

After exchanging greetings and saying their goodbyes, as they were leaving, Huang Zhi gave Lin Sicheng a card and a business card.

The card was very ordinary, just the kind of restaurant membership card you see everywhere, with four small characters printed on it: Lufeng Courtyard.

But strangely, there was no address and no phone number.

The business card was also very ordinary, printed only with a name and a mobile number, with no job title.

Lin Sicheng said thank you and saw Huang Zhi off.

Zhao Xiuneng tried hard to recall: "Lufeng Courtyard, I've never heard of it?"

Wang Qi Zhi, however, had a strange expression: "General Manager Zhao, that's a place you couldn't get into even if you wanted to, so of course you haven't heard of it."

"I couldn't get in?"

Zhao Xiuneng was stunned, "Is it private?"

"Yes, not open to the public, membership by appointment only. It's quite private, and also quite high-end..."

Zhao Xiuneng stared at the backs of the two siblings, suddenly realizing: Second Generation?

No wonder that woman had such confidence?

And no wonder that Division Chief Liu was so polite to the siblings?

"Professor Wang, you don't recognize them either?"

Wang Qi Zhi shook his head.

There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, large compounds in Beijing, and at least seventy or eighty thousand descendants; how could he know every single one?

"I've been to that courtyard twice, but I've never seen this General Manager Huang." Wang Qi Zhi pointed at the card in Lin Sicheng's hand, "I used my brother-in-law's card, it's the same as this one!"

Meaning, you can only get in if you have a card?

And Professor Wang's brother-in-law, isn't that Ye Anning's father? So, how high must the level of this card be?

Zhao Xiuneng looked suspicious: "Did that General Manager Huang investigate Lin Sicheng?"

But thinking about it, that wasn't right: What is there to investigate about Lin Sicheng?

No matter how you check, he doesn't have the slightest connection to officials or the Second Generation.

If that were the reason, this card should have been given to Wang Qi Zhi.

But just now, that General Manager Huang only gave Wang Qi Zhi a polite smile; clearly, she didn't know Wang Qi Zhi's identity yet.

So, it means she just took a liking to Lin Sicheng?

The more Zhao Xiuneng thought about it, the stranger it felt. He looked at himself, then looked at Wang Qi Zhi: "Professor Wang, I think we two are quite likable too; why didn't she give us one?"

Wang Qi Zhi let out a "Heh."

Old Zhao, you're ugly and have wild fantasies: I've been there several times and didn't even manage to mooch one.

But it wasn't her fault; after all, General Manager Zhao hadn't had much contact with them and didn't know the preferences and social habits of this type of person.

Just like himself, why did he like Lin Sicheng so much the moment he saw him?

It wasn't just because Lin Sicheng had a good eye and strong ability, but because of his inner cultivation and the temperament he displayed.

Gentle and refined, calm and collected, neither arrogant nor rash, neither humble nor pushy.

Putting the two together, Lin Sicheng seemed more like a Second Generation than he did. And it was the kind of image that all Second Generation members aspire to and strive to achieve. And the longer he was in contact with him, the stronger this feeling became.

More importantly, Lin Sicheng is truly young and truly capable—capable to a height that many people could not reach in several lifetimes.

Take today's matter, for example; if it had been anyone else, it would absolutely not have been resolved so pleasantly.

Such a young man, anyone would like him.

"No... liking is one thing, but they are rivals," Zhao Xiuneng hadn't figured it out, "Can they see eye-to-eye like this?"

Wang Qi Zhi shook his head again: They are rivals, that's true, but it depends on who it is.

To be able to run a place like this, how could she be the same as his sister?

Whether it is the ability to judge people or emotional intelligence, the two are not in the same dimension.

Likewise, this also includes their personalities and their perspectives on problems.

Since the matter has been perfectly resolved, a rival can naturally become a friend.

Wang Qi Zhi explained a bit, then said half-jokingly: "General Manager Zhao, you are a veteran of the world, don't you understand better than me?"

Zhao Xiuneng naturally understands the logic, but he cannot fathom: since when are Second Generations so easy to talk to, so approachable?

Just like when they first met, Wang Qi Zhi wouldn't even look him in the eye.

How many geniuses, how many outstanding figures want to know such people, want to strike up a conversation with them, yet have no way in?

But when it comes to Lin Sicheng, it's the other way around?

Huang Lan doesn't count, that woman has absolutely no brains...

The key point also lies in that card: Wang Qi Zhi doesn't even have one; only his brother-in-law, Ye Anning's father, has one?

This is what shocks Zhao Xiuneng the most: without needing an introduction from a figure like Wang Qi Zhi, Lin Sicheng, on his own, just by a chance encounter, could actually expand such interpersonal relationships?

And it could even turn bad into good, having nothing to do with one's background?

It is too abnormal, exceeding Zhao Xiuneng's inherent understanding...

"I guess he just finds Lin Sicheng quite interesting!" Wang Qi Zhi smiled, "It's also possible it's for the sake of that sister of his!"

The two look so much alike, they must be biological siblings. But apart from looking alike, the rest is simply not in the same dimension...

In a flash, Lin Sicheng returned.

At the same time, the people were released.

Li Zhen and Fang Jin were confused and thought something had happened to Lin Sicheng; only when they saw the people did they finally heave a sigh of relief.

The remaining three didn't look very well, as if they had been frightened.

At the very beginning, Feng Sanjiang and Hu Hai didn't pay much attention, because this time they truly hadn't cheated, let alone set a trap; it was a proper transaction, at most using some sales talk.

Both of them felt that the Police would just ask a few simple questions and then let them go.

There was no need for Lin Sicheng to find anyone or ask for favors.

But afterward, when they discovered that Ding Aqin had also been brought back, and it was the Police intentionally letting them see it, the two realized belatedly: this time they were in trouble.

They hadn't been processed few times, nor had they been to such places few times. They knew exactly how far it was from here to the hotel, and according to normal procedure, how much longer it should take for Ding Aqin to be brought over.

Therefore, both of them were clear that the thing they feared most had happened: the other party had great power, so great that they could send them in, the kind from which they might never come out again.

They hadn't cheated this time, but the other party had plenty of ways and ability to check who they had cheated in the past.

It was already a shady business; if it didn't weigh three ounces, once on the scale, even a thousand pounds wouldn't hold it down.

At that time, they even thought: would Lin Sicheng abandon them?

Lin Sicheng probably wouldn't, but he might not be able to stop someone from advising him to cut his losses. For example, Wang Qi Zhi, or Zhao Xiuneng.

So, the more they were interrogated, the more guilty and panicked the two became.

Suddenly, when the Police told them the complainant had dropped the case, the three of them felt like survivors of a disaster, that feeling of escaping death, having almost died.

Sure enough, they hadn't followed the wrong person.

But what about the future?

That woman won't let them go...

As if they had agreed upon it, the three walked in front of Lin Sicheng and bowed in unison.

Great kindness needs no thanks; no one spoke.

Afterward, Feng Sanjiang straightened his back: "Lin Shifu, we are heading back to Guangzhou first, we'll book tickets this afternoon!"

One look and it was clear what they wanted to do: going to Guangzhou was a lie; they wanted to go to Hong Kong, or perhaps hide for a few days.

"No need, the matter is resolved!" Lin Sicheng paused, "At least this one will not trouble you again in the future!"

Feng Sanjiang was stunned; he looked at Lin Sicheng, then at Wang Qi Zhi.

Perhaps it was too shocking; the expression seemed written on his face: no conflict, and no fight?

In an instant, Wang Qi Zhi's face turned dark. He was about to curse, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.

Don't say, this bastard guessed quite accurately: if this matter were handled by him, it would be a fight one hundred percent.

Even if there were no fight and it was resolved through connections, it would definitely leave loose ends.

With that woman's personality, she would one hundred percent go back on her word.

To avoid bringing greater trouble to Lin Sicheng, the best way would be to go out and hide...

Lin Sicheng smiled: "General Manager Huang and Teacher Huang are both quite easy to talk to!"

What, quite easy to talk to?

Feng Sanjiang was stunned, doubting his own judgment for the first time: no matter how he looked at it, that woman didn't seem like someone easy to talk to?

But immediately, he reacted: Zhao Xiuneng had a strange look on his face, and Wang Qi Zhi was even more exaggerated, looking like he was constipated.

He understood: it wasn't that the woman was easy to talk to, but that Lin Sicheng had used other methods.

Lin Sicheng looked at Feng Sanjiang, "Master Feng, I have a suggestion: if you can recall, it would be best to think about: how many more are there like Teacher Huang!"

He was referring to both people and matters.

Those who might have backgrounds, and those who are liable for prosecution.

Feng Sanjiang nodded vigorously: "Lin Shifu, I understand!"

He understood that Lin Sicheng did not want them to submit a letter of allegiance; Lin Sicheng did not need one at all.

Rather, it was to make preparations early.

"Teacher, Senior Brother, let's go back and talk!"

Wang Qi Zhi and Zhao Xiuneng nodded.

The group filed out and left the Police Station.

The car drove along the road, and the shadows of the trees outside the window retreated incessantly.

Huang Lan leaned against the car door, her eyes fixed on Huang Zhi.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at you, of course!" Huang Lan said righteously, "Am I your own sister?"

What a redundant question.

Huang Zhi looked at her, meaning: if you have something to say, just say it!

Huang Lan snorted: "I've begged you many times, asking you for two cards to give to people, and you never let go. You met that kid for the first time today, you don't even know what he does, yet you said you'd give them away just like that?"

"Who said I don't know?" Huang Zhi smiled, "The person said it, a student!"

Huang Lan was furious: "Huang Zhi, you're willing to give them to a student, but not to your own sister?"

"This student is different." Huang Zhi shook his head, "Sister, have you ever seen a student like this before?"

Huang Lan paused: she truly hadn't.

The ability was so great, it didn't seem human.

Although her mind was straightforward, she had eyes: since when did an Expert from the Forbidden City have such a good temper, being suppressed and stepped on, yet not even making a sound? Liu Yiling was not only not angry, but became increasingly respectful.

Sun Qichen was indeed very angry, but he only dared to harbor cowardly anger, not even daring to look at Lin Sicheng's face.

She thought for a long while: "This kid, is his background very big?"

Huang Zhi was as if choked: what is all this?

There have been so many kids who visited the Small Courtyard, which one didn't have a big background? But have you ever seen me give a card to anyone?

It was his own fault too; what his eldest sister was like, didn't he, as her younger brother, know clearly?

It was all superfluous to let her use her brain...

Huang Zhi sighed: "Eldest sister, in a few days, you first let Lu Meng make an appointment, then you take the initiative to make an appointment, invite him to a meal, and I'll come too..."

"If the timing is right, you offer a thank you, and then offer an apology!"

Huang Lan narrowed her eyes: she understood the thank you; today's matter was indeed worth thanking Lin Sicheng for.

But the apology...

"Why should I? I didn't do anything wrong."

Who said you didn't do anything wrong?

You had the Police treat him like a criminal during questioning; is that not called wrong?

But such logic could not be explained to Huang Lan. The more you explained to her, the more stubborn she became.

Huang Zhi was direct: "Sister, do you want to be swindled less and lose less money in the future?"

Huang Lan was stunned for a moment, recalling those unpleasant experiences in the past.

To say more, it was all tears...

She nodded honestly: "I want to!"

"Then apologize!"

Huang Lan pondered for a long time, muttering: "Apologize then, why are you being so fierce?"

Huang Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, too lazy to bother with her.

No matter how good one's origin or how strong one's background, one couldn't live entirely on that for a lifetime, right?

What's more, with the eldest sister's situation?

She had suffered too much bitterness when she was young, and her brain had been injured, which was why their parents felt they owed her.

If it weren't for the eldest sister, he, as the younger brother, would have reincarnated who knows how many times already.

Therefore, the whole family pampered and indulged her; over time, her mind became increasingly simple, and her personality became increasingly earnest.

Huang Zhi's goal wasn't to make her lose less money; with her few hobbies, her husband and nephew kept a close watch, so she couldn't be swindled out of much, and she could fully afford the losses.

It was to make her less angry and try not to let people make a joke of her.

Liu Yiling wouldn't do; her eye for talent was enough, but her emotional intelligence was insufficient, and her social skills were also far lacking.

As he turned these thoughts over, Huang Zhi suddenly remembered: "Forget it, inviting him to dinner directly is a bit too sudden. How about this, I'll contact him and first have him look at those items in your study!"

As he spoke, Huang Zhi took out his phone.

It wasn't to call Lin Sicheng, but to call her husband and nephew.

But before the number was dialed, Huang Lan stopped him: "No... Huang Zhi, wait a moment."

"Wait for what?"

Huang Lan felt a bit guilty: "What if... what if they are all fake?"

Huang Zhi was both angry and amused, and felt a bit of heartache: Sister, so you knew all along?

"Then it's even more necessary to take a look!" Huang Zhi persuaded patiently, "Don't worry, this kid is absolutely reliable and won't talk about it!" "I'm worried about your brother-in-law!" Huang Lan sighed, "What if he gets so angry he collapses?"

Huang Zhi had a strange expression: If he were to collapse, he would have collapsed long ago.

How those things of yours came to be, doesn't he know better than you?

Huang Zhi put away his phone: "Then we won't tell brother-in-law!"

"Mm, and Huaiyu can't be told either!"

"Fine, I won't say it!"