Chapter 592: I Have an Amulet (Supplementary Post)

Today is destined to be an extraordinary day.

There are twice as many people as there were this morning, and the pace of the bidding is much faster. In the ordinary course of events, many lots that would have gone for over a dozen rounds are being hammered down after seven or eight at most today.

Everyone seems to be in a rush.

After two hours of bidding, at about 4:30, the long-awaited Zhu Zi Manuscript finally went up for auction.

When the image appeared on the big screen, it was as if a pause button had been pressed; the venue fell deathly silent.

But less than two seconds later, "Boom," countless voices converged into a giant wave, echoing through the venue.

The auctioneer did not offer a reminder, nor did she strike the gavel, letting the guests discuss it as they pleased.

Chen Yangyan stared at the big screen, looking quite interested: "To be able to see such a treasure, one can consider oneself lucky for three lifetimes."

He turned his head and looked at Lin Sicheng: "Teacher Lin, can it be bid on?"

Lin Sicheng answered with a question: "General Manager Chen, is it worth it?"

Chen Yangyan understood immediately: if it were worth bidding on, Lin Sicheng would only nod, rather than asking him if it was worth it.

He smiled: "The price is too high, it's really not worth it. But that's fine, watching the excitement is good too!"

Chen Yangyan was indeed there to watch the excitement, and so was Hao Jun. The two had received news on short notice that a Rigaku manuscript by Zhu Zi had appeared in Beijing, and they immediately contacted Lin Sicheng.

Hearing that he was also in Beijing and right at the auction venue, the two bought tickets immediately and flew over without stopping.

They just thought that even if they couldn't afford such a treasure, it would be good to take a look at it.

"Director Sheng, how much do you estimate it will go for?"

Sheng Guoan thought for a moment: "It's hard to estimate, but over a hundred million is certain."

Chen Yangyan paused: Only over a hundred million?

According to Hao Jun's estimate, if this thing were real, two or three hundred million would be easy.

Just as he was thinking this, the auctioneer began the introduction, and the venue suddenly went quiet.

Zhang Yuanfan gripped her bidding paddle and turned her head slightly.

Lin Sicheng was sitting right behind her.

Not knowing if she was waiting for him, their gazes collided, and Zhang Yuanfan's heart stirred: that familiar feeling, it had come again?

It was not as sudden as before, nor as intense, but strangely, Zhang Yuanfan was able to read it: Don't bid!

But how could she not bid?

During the lunch break, her grandfather had even called specifically: if conditions permitted, she could bid in person. If she was being watched, she should let Zhou Zhilin and Li Chengkai raise the paddle.

But there was a limit; if it exceeded the reserve price, she was to give up the bidding.

She smiled apologetically and sat up straight.

Lin Sicheng sighed, lowered his eyes, and looked at Ye Anning beside him.

Ye Anning appeared to have nothing to do and was completely indifferent, but in those few seconds just now, Lin Sicheng clearly felt the chill on her side profile.

He returned a smile, which earned him a pair of rolled eyes from Ye Anning.

One smile and one glare, and the ice was broken.

The auction officially began.

The starting price was twenty million, not even one-third of the estimated value.

But this was normal; the lower the starting price, the more bidders it would attract. The more people who participated, the faster the rhythm, and the more heated the atmosphere at the venue would be.

People are emotional; never underestimate the consequences caused by a momentary impulse.

The venue became restless again, and many guests who hadn't planned to bid picked up their paddles.

The reason they hadn't been prepared before was just a worry that they didn't have enough money, not a lack of willingness to participate.

But now, at only twenty million, what if they managed to pick up a bargain?

Unfortunately, things went contrary to their wishes.

Just as they had firmly grasped their paddles, before they had decided which round to bid in or how many rounds to stick to, an abrupt voice rang out in the venue: "Fifty million!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, searching for where the voice came from.

In the middle of the venue, facing the stage, a bidding paddle was raised above a head. The number was clear: No. 39.

Beneath the paddle was the face of a young man.

In an instant, many people gritted their teeth: Can you even bid, you bastard? Who just comes out and calls out tens of millions in one go?

Have you ever been to an auction, you bastard? Do you know that under thirty million, you can increase the bid by five hundred thousand at a time?

Only when it goes over thirty million does the increment become one million. Above fifty million, it doubles again: the increment becomes two million.

It would have meant at least thirty rounds of bidding, but Lin Sicheng had called it to the top in one go.

In an auction, this is called a "jump bid." But they had never seen anyone jump by tens of millions at a time.

This one call of fifty million made more than half the people put down their paddles, while cursing in their hearts: Get it through your head, this is money, not paper—

Including the auctioneer, who was also cursing: the previously planned warm-up was ruined.

She could guarantee: if it had started at twenty million, she wouldn't even have had the chance to call out the price; she estimated that as soon as she finished reporting the price of the previous paddle, a dozen paddles would have been raised together behind it.

Human emotions are contagious, and with the shills adding their support from time to time, unknowingly and silently, the bidding would have reached a staggering figure.

However, someone had skipped all the steps and helped her achieve it directly.

Among the guests in the venue, how many had fifty million? Over ninety percent of the guests could only look at the treasure and sigh.

It was like a fire that had just been lit; as long as it burned a little, it could have formed a towering blaze, but it was suddenly doused with half a basin of cold water.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; the auctioneer gritted her teeth, staring at No. 39.

Lin Sicheng shook his paddle: "Host, are you not going to announce the price?"

The female auctioneer glared at him: "Fifty million, thank you. The next bid will be fifty-two million—"

Twenty million is five hundred thousand per increment, thirty million is one million per increment, and at fifty million, each increment is at least two million.

Invisibly, another threshold had been added.

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, staring at Lin Sicheng.

The circle of people around him was even more dumbfounded.

Huang Zhi stared at him, his mouth opening and closing. He really wanted to ask Lin Sicheng: Didn't you say there was something wrong with this item?

Including just now when they entered the venue, Lin Sicheng had clearly told him: General Manager Huang, there is a pusher behind this item.

It couldn't be that the pusher is you, could it?

Of course, Huang Zhi knew it wasn't Lin Sicheng, and he also knew Lin Sicheng wouldn't lie to him. But precisely because of this, he couldn't figure it out:

Isn't this contradictory?

It wasn't just him who thought this way; there were also Tian Rulong, Sheng Guoan, as well as Zhao Xiuneng and Wang Qizhi.

Lin Sicheng had said more than once that the item was problematic. It should be worth a few hundred thousand without issue, but tens of millions was like a joke.

Yet when it came time to bid, Lin Sicheng was the first to raise his paddle, and he directly reported an amount so outrageous it made people want to curse.

If they didn't know his character, they would have thought he was going to Lower Out of Cage?

Tian Rulong twitched his lips, and it took a long time before he blurted out five words: "Do you have fifty million?"

Lin Sicheng was very honest: "No!"

Let alone fifty million, he couldn't even take out five hundred thousand right now.

"Then why are you bidding?"

Lin Sicheng didn't care: "Rest assured, Miss Zhang will place a bid!"

Zhang Yuanfan stared at him: "Just now you told me not to bid!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Then are you going to bid or not?"

Zhang Yuanfan didn't hesitate: "Bid!"

The two asked and answered, and it seemed like nothing was wrong. But Lin Sicheng's behavior itself was the biggest wrong.

Everyone couldn't understand: he said the item was problematic, yet he called out fifty million on the first bid.

If one said he didn't want Zhang Yuanfan to lose money, but if it fell into your hands, wouldn't you still have to lose money?

The group had different expressions, but they all had similar thoughts running through their minds.

Only Ye Anning thought differently from everyone else: When did Lin Sicheng tell Zhang Yuanfan not to bid?

Could it be that look they exchanged while sitting in the front and back rows?

She narrowed her eyes, looking at Lin Sicheng, and Lin Sicheng returned a smile.

Ye Anning kept a straight face: Lin Sicheng, do you think it's fine just by smiling? No, that won't work this time—

Although the plan was disrupted, it was impossible to just stay deadlocked, so the auctioneer began to call for bids: "Current bid is fifty million, minimum increment is two million, next please bid fifty-two million."

"Fifty million for the first time, is there fifty-two million?"

"Is there fifty-two million? Good, fifty million for the second time, fifty million for the second time—"

The second call was made twice before someone raised their number paddle.

But there was only this one person.

The auctioneer was about to bite his teeth off: according to their plan, such a cold reception would only be possible after the bidding reached the valuation of seventy million.

But plans couldn't keep up with changes; how many seconds had it been since the auction started?

It was a full twenty million short of their estimate.

After calling twice in a row with no response, the auctioneer had no choice but to call for bids.

Only at this moment did Liang Shiya react.

She looked incredulous: "The one who raised the paddle just now was Lin Sicheng?"

Guo Yongxin nodded: "Yes, Diwen!"

"He has fifty million?"

Guo Yongxin didn't speak: let alone fifty million, even if you subtracted two zeros, Lin Sicheng couldn't take it out.

When doing the background check a week ago, he only had eight hundred thousand in his account. But he had to pay a deposit to the main auction house, stay in a hotel, and eat.

Subtracting the three lots from just now, Guo Yongxin estimated that Lin Sicheng might not even be able to take out fifty thousand now.

But whether he had money was secondary; what they couldn't understand was why Lin Sicheng would bid.

If they followed their previous assumptions, for Lin Sicheng to use the auction to solve his funding problems through financial means, it had to be reflected in the Financial Plan.

But the problem was, the transaction price of this manuscript would likely exceed one hundred million. If he had one hundred million, what funds would Lin Sicheng still need to raise?

Therefore, it wasn't that Liang Shiya's eyes were playing tricks on her, but that it was contradictory and extremely illogical.

Chen Jiashan hesitated: "Diwen, should we ask?"

"No need!"

As long as it wasn't mentioned in the Financial Plan, then treat it as if it doesn't exist.

After replying, Liang Shiya looked at Zhou Zhilin: "Master Zhou, General Manager Lin didn't have a plan to participate in the auction before. His sudden bid, could it be related to that Miss Zhang, as well as you and Manager Li?"

Zhou Zhilin didn't speak, hesitating for a long while before nodding.

Lin Sicheng indeed hadn't prepared to bid on this item; firstly, it wasn't in the Financial Plan, and secondly, there were those words Lin Sicheng said during the preview that day about the item being wrong.

Making a living by one's eye for antiques, Zhou Zhilin could at least judge that Lin Sicheng wasn't acting, but truly believed there was a problem with the manuscript.

Thirdly, Lin Sicheng had no money.

In Miss Guo's words: let alone fifty million, he couldn't even take out five hundred thousand, so what was he using to bid?

But looking at Lin Sicheng's posture when raising the paddle: he was determined to win this item.

In the jargon of auction houses, this is called "smashing the hammer." To put it bluntly: he was warning everyone, don't compete with me.

If you want to compete with me, then give it a try. It's also possible that when it reaches an unbelievable price, I might suddenly let go—

Since he has no money, yet is determined to fight to the end, it can't be that he has nothing better to do and wants to play at suing the auction house, right?

Therefore, there is only one reason: he is bidding on behalf of someone else.

To put it bluntly: he wants to earn that twenty percent from Zhang Zongxian—

In an instant, Zhou Zhilin's face turned from green to red, and from red to white:

Was it that when Lin Sicheng was arguing with those two Experts, he was arguing about this? Or was it because he and Li Chengkai provoked him, causing him to change his mind on the spot?

He suspected that the latter was highly probable.

Subconsciously, Zhou Zhilin and Li Chengkai exchanged a glance; both of them looked miserable, as if they had eaten shit—

"Mr. Li, should we bid?"

"Don't rush!" Li Chengkai gritted his teeth, "I don't believe that Miss Zhang would even tell him the reserve price?"

Zhou Zhilin thought about it and felt that made a lot of sense.

Zhang Yuanfan might lose his head, but Zhang Zongxian absolutely would not.

"Then let him bid first!"

The bidding had gone on for three rounds, and the price had reached fifty-six million.

But the pace was very slow; basically, every time the auctioneer called for the second time, someone would raise their paddle.

Moreover, there were only one or two people each time. Compared to the scene the auctioneer had imagined, where there would be numerous responders under seventy million, it was pitifully cold.

She really wanted to rush off the stage, grab Lin Sicheng, and spit in his face.

After two more rounds of bidding, the price reached sixty million, and the auctioneer clearly felt that the atmosphere had become even colder.

Before, there were few people bidding, but there were still quite a few people discussing it. Based on the auctioneer's experience, many of them had the intention to bid.

However, once they crossed the sixty-million threshold, suddenly no one was discussing it anymore.

Most—no, ninety percent of the people had the expression of onlookers.

Among the remaining ten percent, at least half had looks of disappointment on their faces.

This meant their reserve price was only sixty million; once it exceeded this amount, they could only give up.

These were, of course, not the intended clients for the auction; according to the auction house's plan, this manuscript should have sold for at least over two hundred million.

However, without these people participating, the atmosphere would only be colder.

But fortunately, five percent remained. The auctioneer decided to bring out her trump card early.

She was confident that she could mobilize the enthusiasm of this five percent of guests.

She gathered her emotions and organized her script, then her clear, bright voice rang out in the venue: "We have an important overseas collector who has entrusted us with a bid via telephone—"

But unfortunately, she only got halfway through when paddle number 39 was raised again.

Lin Sicheng's voice was not loud, but it was clear enough: "Eighty million!"

The auctioneer froze abruptly, two veins bulging on her forehead.

Fuck your eighty million; do you know how much the overseas collector bid, and you just shout eighty million?

According to her plan, from sixty million to eighty million, she could have called at least ten rounds and held out for at least five minutes.

These five minutes would have been enough for her to mobilize one hundred percent of the potential clients' enthusiasm.

But now, of the remaining five percent, at least half had leaned back against their chairs and put down their paddles.

This was clearly giving up on the subsequent bidding.

The auctioneer stared at Lin Sicheng, curses welling up to the root of her tongue.

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Host, are you going to drop the hammer?"

Drop your sister.

It was still a full one hundred and twenty million away from the planned two hundred million.

"This gentleman is joking; there hasn't been a bid yet!" The auctioneer squeezed out a smile, struggling to adjust her emotions, "Distinguished guests, this gentleman bids eighty million. After eighty million, each increment is five million."

"Eighty million for the first time, now please bid eighty-five million—"

As soon as she finished speaking, a few more people put down their paddles.

It hadn't reached their reserve price yet, but an increment of five million was too risky.

They decided to wait and see first.

The atmosphere became even colder.

When she called for the third time, there was still no response. The auctioneer was hateful, fearful, and helpless, and she picked up the wooden gavel.

Fortunately, just as she raised it, someone in the back raised a paddle.

As if having survived a disaster, the auctioneer was so excited she almost cried: if it really sold for eighty million, the boss would skin her alive.

In an instant, even her voice was trembling: "Thank you, thank you to this gentleman for bidding eighty-five million—"

Zhang Yuanfan looked back, then looked at Lin Sicheng.

Lin Sicheng didn't even need to look; he knew this eighty-five million was definitely bid by Zhou Zhilin.

He slowly raised his paddle: "One hundred million!"

The venue suddenly went quiet.

Another jump bid?

It only jumped by fifteen million; compared to the previous jumps of twenty or thirty million, it didn't seem unusual.

However, it caused the bidding for this manuscript to break the one-hundred-million mark.

Get this straight, this is one hundred million.

Let alone individuals, how many companies dare to take out one hundred million to buy a collectible?

Of the six funds and banks, three withdrew immediately.

The remaining three looked at each other: this manuscript, should they bid or not?

Bid, and it's not far from the reserve price they planned, and this kid has a look of being determined to win, so they definitely can't outbid him.

Don't bid, and looking at the treasure within reach, they feel a bit unwilling to let it go.

After thinking it over, the Persons in Charge of the three institutions all decided to wait a moment.

If it hasn't reached the reserve price, it won't be too late to raise the paddle when the price is called for the third time.

The auctioneer was so angry she wanted to vomit blood: she couldn't figure out why every time Lin Sicheng made a bid, it would get stuck at the critical point of the bidding increment ladder?

Below one hundred million, each increment is five million, but once it's over one hundred million, each increment is ten million.

At first glance, it seems like it only went up by five million, but you aren't just adding five million once. It's very likely three or four times—

She could clearly see: there were no longer many interested clients in the venue, and even if there were, they chose to wait and see.

The miniature microphone in her ear vibrated, and the auctioneer could only force a smile and continue calling the price: "This gentleman bids one hundred million; after one hundred million, each increment is ten million."

"Current bid is one hundred million, next bid is one hundred and ten million, is there one hundred and ten million?"

Sure enough, as the words fell, the venue was terrifyingly quiet.

The auctioneer could only grit her teeth and call the price: "One hundred million for the first time, is there one hundred and ten million—"

"One hundred million for the first time, please bid one hundred and ten million—"

After repeating it twice with no response, the auctioneer began the second call.

Zhang Yuanfan was itching to act, gripping her bidding paddle tightly.

But before she could raise it, a gust of Wind came from behind her ear: "Miss Zhang, don't bid!"

It was the hot air exhaled when Lin Sicheng spoke, not unpleasant, a bit warm.

Zhang Yuanfan trembled slightly without turning her head: "No, I want to bid!"

"Fine, you only have one chance!" Lin Sicheng leaned forward, "I know your reserve price: it's one hundred and twenty million!"

Zhang Yuanfan turned her head abruptly, her pupils dilating to the maximum.

It was as if she had seen a ghost.

That scene from the morning kept appearing in her mind:

Miss Zhang, what is your reserve price?

Zhang Yuanfan didn't speak, just blinked twice, as if to say: I'm not stupid, am I?

Lin Sicheng nodded and replied: I know.

At the time, Zhang Yuanfan thought Lin Sicheng was trying to swindle her.

But, did he really know?

Why would he know?

Eyes met, one shocked, one calm.

On stage, the auctioneer had already raised the wooden gavel.

Just as it was about to fall, a bidding paddle was raised in front.

The auctioneer was incoherent: "One hundred and ten million, my god—this gentleman bids one hundred and ten million—"

Guests had not seen an auctioneer who used bizarre tactics, was both funny and good at stirring up the atmosphere. But clearly, this one was not that.

At least, this style shouldn't appear in an auction with bids over one hundred million.

But no one cared about that; they cared about the price of one hundred and ten million, and the person who could afford it.

Looking toward the sound, everyone had an "I see" expression: the one raising the paddle was the investment manager of the Fujian Province Fund.

And the Fujian Province Fund is currently the best-run, most profitable, and strongest fundraising art fund in the country, bar none.

Simply put, they have the strength—

The venue, which had been quiet for a long time, became lively again; this time, the one in the spotlight was finally no longer Lin Sicheng.

But it didn't stay lively for a minute before it quieted down again. The auctioneer called the price twice, Li Chengkai raised his paddle, and the price surged to one hundred and twenty million.

Lin Sicheng pointed forward: "Miss Zhang, one hundred and twenty million, your mission is complete!"

Zhang Yuanfan woke up as if from a dream, but her gaze didn't leave Lin Sicheng's eyes: "Mr. Lin, how did you know my reserve price?"

Now it was a mess; everyone who heard it was stunned.

With a "swish," seven or eight pairs of eyes looked over in unison.

Everyone had the same expression: Zhang Yuanfan wasn't that stupid; she wouldn't have said the reserve price out loud.

Let alone Lin Sicheng, whom she had just met, even family friends like Tian Rulong and Sheng Guoan, or even her Assistant, didn't know.

Then how did Lin Sicheng know?

Lin Sicheng smiled calmly: "I guessed!"

"Impossible!" Zhang Yuanfan's gaze was firm, "Just because I blinked twice?"

Lin Sicheng paused for a moment and wisely shut his mouth.

That was indeed the reason, but he wasn't stupid enough to admit it on the spot.

Looking around, the front row, left and right, the back row—a dozen eyes were piercing their faces like a Needle.

Lin Sicheng acted as if he didn't see it: "Miss Zhang, report to Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Yuanfan pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to ask something but didn't dare.

Did he even know that?

But in the end, she didn't ask anything, instead taking out her phone and drafting a text message.

Of course Lin Sicheng knew; he guessed that one hundred and twenty million should be a warning line.

It was not only Zhang Zongxian's warning line, but also the warning line for the relevant departments.

It was used to infer the expected price of the organizer and the seller, and to verify the background and origins of the parties operating around this manuscript.

At the same time, it was also a watershed for the auction side: using the atmosphere at the scene and the identities of the bidders to predict the final price of the auction item.

But unfortunately, it was all ruined by Lin Sicheng: ever since the sixty million mark, every bid Lin Sicheng made nearly caused the auctioneer to drop the gavel.

It even reached the point where the shills arranged in advance by the seller and the auction house were of no use at all—

Sure enough, as expected, the auction was suspended.

The reason given was a malfunction in the sound system, but those in the know understood: the bidding was unusually sluggish, and the prices were far below expectations, so it could only be a strategic suspension.

Now, they had to urgently communicate with the client to re-evaluate their strategy.

But it wouldn't be for long, at most no more than half an hour.

The noise in the venue grew louder, and most eyes were focused on this circle.

Yet this very circle was unusually quiet.

More than half the people were staring at Lin Sicheng, watching him write and draw on the blank pages of his catalog. A small portion were watching Zhang Yuanfan, waiting for news from Hong Kong.

But they didn't wait long, just five minutes, when a phone "buzzed" with a vibration.

Zhang Yuanfan took a look and let out a breath.

Lin Sicheng hadn't been wrong; her task was indeed completed.

But because of Lin Sicheng, she hadn't raised her paddle from start to finish, without the slightest bit of participation.

Zhang Yuanfan stared at Lin Sicheng, her expression indescribably complex.

Lin Sicheng turned a deaf ear, his pen moving non-stop.

Looking closely, it was none other than the Zhu Zi Manuscript—

Suddenly, the phone rang twice; there was no caller ID, just a strange number.

Lin Sicheng glanced at it: sure enough, the warning line.

But unfortunately, thanks to his meddling, nothing at all had been predicted on the other end.

He answered: "Hello, Leader!"

Xiao Heng was stunned for a moment: "Lin Sicheng, I'm using a landline, how did you know it was me?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "I didn't know it was Director Xiao, but I knew that anyone calling at this time must be a leader!"

"Lin Sicheng, so you knew? Old Tian and Lao Sheng told you, right?"

"No, they didn't say anything!" Lin Sicheng denied it flatly, "I guessed it myself!"

Lin Sicheng was not an outsider, so there was no need to pursue how he knew. Xiao Heng gave a "ha" sound, "Since you knew, then what is going on today?"

Lin Sicheng was concise: "Because there is a problem with the item."

Xiao Heng was taken aback: "No—then why didn't you call me?"

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Because calling would have been useless!"

Because no one would believe it.

Or rather: even if someone believed it, the bidding would still continue as planned.

Xiao Heng was left speechless by the retort: if Lin Sicheng had told him there was a problem with the item, would they have stopped the auction?

No, they still would have had to bid. Because it wasn't a matter of money, and in fact, whether the item was real or fake had become a secondary issue—

"Lin Sicheng, you don't know anything, yet you're just causing trouble?" Xiao Heng paused, "I'll be blunt: things aren't the way you think, and it has nothing to do with how much money is lost. Behave yourself and don't raise your paddle again—"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Leader, I really do know. And I am very certain that even if you win the bid, you won't be able to find anything—"

The phone suddenly went silent, as if the person on the other end had been stunned by Lin Sicheng's words.

Xiao Heng was indeed quite shocked: because this matter was something only someone at his level could guess a little bit about.

The reason for bidding on this item was ultimately to find out what was behind it—

Lin Sicheng looked at his phone, which showed the call was still in progress, meaning the leader hadn't hung up, and he put it back to his ear: "Leader, believe me, I am not just causing trouble—"

Xiao Heng hurriedly interrupted, "Lin Sicheng, don't talk to me about this yet—let me ask you first, where did you get the money?"

"If you don't let us bid, then you'll have to keep bidding yourself, and in the end, it will definitely fall into your hands—Lin Sicheng, this is over a hundred million!"

There was another half that Xiao Heng didn't say out loud: just as Lin Sicheng himself said, if the item was fake and they found nothing in the end, someone would have to take the blame for it.

Which meant Lin Sicheng was voluntarily taking on half the blame—

Lin Sicheng joked half-heartedly: "It's fine, I have a Talisman!"

Xiao Heng paused, not knowing what to say.

The Cultural Relics Bureau had also sent Experts to the consultant team that helped Lin Sicheng negotiate with the six foreign-funded companies.

Xiao Heng knew very well how great Lin Sicheng's contributions were.

But he still couldn't help but ask: "Lin Sicheng, what are you after?"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Leader, this call is being recorded!"

"Nonsense, do you think I don't know that?" Xiao Heng replied irritably, "You wait a moment, let me ask for instructions!"

"Okay!"

Lin Sicheng looked at the Teaching Assistant, who was standing by the side, and asked, "Is there anything else?"