Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

"Teacher, I have gathered all the materials you asked me to prepare. Let me tell you, cinnabar is really difficult to get. I only got it by going to a nightclub."

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Qi kept claiming credit for himself.

Lin Ran frowned as he looked at the materials in front of him. The materials were complete, but the quality was really low.

Moreover, Lin Ran had not prepared the pigments Wu Qingniu mentioned.

"Okay, I'm really bothering you."

"Whatever you say, it's an honor for me to be able to help the teacher." Chen Qi flattered him again.

But then he asked: "I wonder when the teacher can teach me the secret technique of treasure appraisal."

He was still interested in the book.

Lin Ran shook his head and said, "I haven't fully understood the secrets of treasure appraisal myself. The things inside are too profound. I suggest you read the book "Ten Years of Treasure Appraisal and Three Years of Practice" that I bought you. "

"The content in that book is too superficial." Chen Qi said impatiently, "It's just an ordinary treasure appraisal. I can just ask the master in the shop to help me with it."

"You can't say that." Lin Ran said sternly, "Since you are now my disciple, you must do what I say."

"I know." Chen Qi looked helpless.

Then, he asked about the situation at the auction house.

Now their identities have been completely reversed. In the past, Chen Qi thought that his business experience could help the auction house take off, but after seeing Lin Ran's skills, he was completely relieved to leave the auction house to Lin Ran's full management.

What is most important to an auction house?

It's a fine product.

People go to auction houses to buy exquisite products that are not available on the market.

With Lin Ran's miraculous ability to identify treasures, he will be a golden sign in the future.

Seeing that Chen Qi wanted to continue to flatter him, Lin Ran quickly stopped him.

"Okay, okay, I still need to prepare the paint, you go back first." Lin Ran pushed him out of the door and shouted to his retreating figure: "Remember to read the book, and ask me if you don't understand. "

After closing the door, Lin Ran looked at the pile of paints placed on the table, feeling confused.

"Can this thing really be used to mix Song Dynasty paints?"

The Southern Song Dynasty was the most prosperous period for art in Chinese history. It was no longer the privilege of the aristocracy, and even ordinary people could dance and sing a ditty.

Later generations have never reproduced their glory, and the method of preparing pigments has never been discovered.

Lin Ran looked at the formula in his hand and smiled: "I'll just trust you once."

He was about to start configuration when there was another knock on the hotel door.

Lin Ran thought that Chen Qi had forgotten something, so he went to open the door.

As a result, it was discovered that the person standing at the door was Wu Qingniu.

Different from the stinky face that visited his home before, he was now smiling and holding a chicken in his hand, which was jumping around.

"Master Wu, please come in and sit down." Lin Ran quickly asked him to come in and sit down.

Judging from the cheerful look on his face, his grandson's condition should have improved a lot.

Wu Qingniu put the chicken in the living room, and then, when Lin Ran didn't notice him, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him three times.

Lin Ran, who was closing the door, quickly closed the door, helped Wu Qingniu up on the ground, and said, "Master Wu, you are shortening my life."

It's okay for young people to kowtow to him, but Wu Qingniu at this age also kowtows to him. Lin Ran feels that he can't bear it.

After all, he is a good young man who has accepted the idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young since he was a child.

But Wu Qingniu didn't have any anger. He stood up and said with a smile: "I really want to thank Doctor Chen. My grandson's illness has been completely cured."

He recovered in just one night?

Lin Ran also felt that this medicine was amazing.

Lin Ran poured the remaining potion from yesterday into the neutralizer, diluted it with water and then poured it into the toilet, for fear that it would be sucked by other animals and monsters would appear again.

Wu Qingniu mentioned that after receiving treatment from Lin Ran yesterday, and after dinner, his grandson could move around freely, unlike before when he cried out in pain after taking only two steps.

Lin Ran actually breathed a sigh of relief and asked if there were any other reactions. He learned that there was nothing abnormal except for a bigger appetite.

After seeing his medical skills, Wu Qingniu couldn't help but have a hint of admiration for Lin Ran.

So early this morning, I came over with money to express my gratitude.

Thinking of this, he handed Lin Ran a black paper bag with a stack of Hong Kong dollars inside.

At a rough calculation, there are twenty to thirty thousand.

Although the money was not much, Lin Ran didn't care and pushed it back.

"I suggest you stay under observation for a while before paying the medical expenses." Lin Ran didn't want the money, so he found an excuse to shirk it.

He was about to put forward his conditions, but he didn't want Wu Qingniu to take the initiative.

"Don't you want me to help you repair your calligraphy and paintings? I'm willing to help you."

Lin Ran looked happy and said, "Master Wu, are you serious about this?"

"It's absolutely true. To tell you the truth, I am really good at restoring cultural relics, especially calligraphy and paintings. I travel between the two places, just to search for some dilapidated cultural relics in the mainland, repair them and sell them to major treasure appraisal houses." He also spoke out about his business without hesitation.

Lin Ran was happy, as he thought, he was indeed a craftsman who made money by repairing.

"Very good, but I want to test you first. Can you restore this "Picture of Picking Weeds" to its original state?" Lin Ran asked.

"Of course, I can fix it in two days. In fact, I wanted to fix this little problem before, but my grandson's condition has worsened, so I have no time to spare. Now, I can let go and fix it."

Wu Qingniu looked eager to try.

"Can I watch from the side?" Lin Ran asked, then felt something was wrong and explained: "I don't want to steal your skills, I'm just interested in methods of repairing cultural relics."

"What do you mean by cheating? If you want to learn, I will teach you." Wu Qingniu said happily.

With that said, he picked up the chicken he brought and walked to the kitchen.

"Eh? Aren't you repairing calligraphy and painting? Are you also cooking?"

"No, because the most important thing in this paint is the blood of freshly killed chickens." Wu Qingniu said, then stood at the door of the kitchen and asked Lin Ran: "Do you want to come in and take a look?"

"No need..." Lin Ranke had no interest in killing chickens.

He remembered the list of chicken-blood vines, jungle-chicken's blood and rattan.

Lin Ran was not idle, but returned to the bedroom and took out the painting.

Then lay out the painting.

Previously, he could only roughly guess the age of the painting based on his previous smell.

But now, he seemed to see through this painting a carefree and elegant young painter, painting his ink in the study room with a carefree attitude.