As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes became strange when they looked at Ran Xingyue.

This girl is so heartless that she runs around with the "real" silver medal, and she is not afraid of losing it.

Ran Xingyue's expression was as normal. She asked Fu Song and Wang Fugui: "Who will come first?"

Wang Fugui immediately said: "I!"

There are only a few ways to identify precious metals, and whoever is behind will suffer.

He held a medal in his left hand and lit an alcohol lamp in his right hand, and smiled and said, "Many people know that real gold is not afraid of fire refining, but they don't know that real silver is not afraid of fire refining either.

If you want to identify the authenticity of this silver medal, just put it on the fire and roast it. If it does not change color, it is true."

After saying that, he placed one end of the silver medal outside the alcohol lamp to burn.

Five minutes later, he took out the silver medal and wiped it gently with a towel.

I saw that the part burned by the flames did not turn black, but became brighter.

Wang Fugui also concluded: "So I concluded that this medal is undoubtedly a real card."

Ran Wennian could not deny the answers of both of them, and he looked at Fu Song.

Fu Ziming immediately said: "Kotsune, hurry up, let them also see your skills."

only……

After a long time, Fu Song stood there motionless.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go out, but that he doesn’t know how to do it at all!

In fact, let alone the last appearance, even if Fu Song was the first to be identified, he wouldn't know what to do.

For example, the density method used by Jin Xiaobei.

The mass divided by volume equals density, Fu Song knows this.

But he didn't remember the standard density of silver at all.

Without this data as a basis, how to judge the authenticity?

The second burning method is even more outrageous.

If it weren't for Wang Fugui's demonstration just now, Fu Song felt that even in ten years, he would never know that silver could be burned on the fire.

"Boss Fu, it's your turn, come on!" Seeing that Fu Song was in an abnormal condition, Wang Fugui immediately urged him.

"This...I won't." After hesitating for a moment, Fu Song decided to tell the truth.

"What? You actually said you don't know?" Wang Fugui gloated:

"Your father Fu Ziming, what a great person he was back then?

If you don’t talk about friends all over the world, your eyes will be as wise as a torch.

No matter how complicated and difficult to distinguish, he can tell the difference between things with just one glance.

As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dog son, but I didn’t expect it…”

The more you talk about Wang Fugui, the more you feel, the more comfortable you feel.

This morning, he went to the gate of "Yupanzhai" to find out what the Fu family's uncle and nephew were doing.

Who knows that if you don’t know, you’re shocked.

Fu Ziming actually wanted his nephew to become a disciple.

Speaking of apprenticeship, Wang Fugui immediately thought of Fu Song's father, thinking about that time...

If Fu Songzhen, like his father, will be reborn after accepting his master, and his efforts during this period will be a waste of time.

Almost in an instant, Wang Fugui made up his mind.

Since the other party wants to become a disciple, I will worship you too.

It doesn’t matter whether you succeed or not, it’s mainly because you go over and make trouble and make the other party unable to accept it.

As a result, Wang Fugui found that he seemed to be a little worried.

Mud is mud, and no matter how hard it is to support it, it cannot be supported on the wall.

"Kosong, why don't you? You have been studying with your father since you were a child. Such a simple question..."

When I heard Fu Song's words, the one who was most anxious was Fu Ziming.

He grabbed the medal and handed it to Fu Song, his voice trembling: "You take a look, even if you didn't know it just now, maybe you can take a look!"

Fu Song: "I..."

He really wanted to tell Fu Ziming whether he could do it or not has nothing to do with whether he could watch it or not.

But when Fu Song and Fu Ziming looked at each other, they couldn't say this sentence.

"Then... I'll take a look?" Fu Song had no choice but to say.

Fu Ziming was overjoyed in an instant: "Yes, you can take a look again, take a look again."

Fu Song lowered his head and looked at the medal in Fu Ziming's hand.

He had just taken a casual look, but the next moment, Fu Song was stunned.

I saw a line of golden characters suddenly appear above the medal:

World Championships silver medal, 113.5                                                         �

Is this...a superpower?

Just as Fu Song frowned and thought, Wang Fugui spoke again:

"Boss Fu, you should listen to my advice and give up directly!

Some things don’t work, but they don’t work. It’s useless to force them. It’s better to be open-minded.

Besides, can you tell me if you look at it? You won’t know if you look at it ten times..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Fu Song suddenly raised his head: "This... I can see it."

"If you don't know...what, do you know how to see?" Wang Fugui's throat seemed to be choked by an egg, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Fu Song smiled and said to everyone: "Everyone, now through my identification, this silver medal is...fake."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, including Ran Wennian and Ran Xingyue.

Ran Wennian asked in a low voice: "Are you really sure it is fake?"

Fu Song expressed his confidence: "Confirm, sure, and sure!"

"Confirm, certain, and certain?" Wang Fugui suddenly laughed, "Boss Xiao Fu, you have to tell some evidence if you say something.

Since you judged it to be fake, how do you prove it?”

Fu Song shook his head: "Sorry, I can't prove it, because this medal is made too realistic.

There is only one way to falsify it, cut the medal open.

But Professor Ran said just now that the medal cannot be destroyed, so I can only give a conclusion."

After saying that, Fu Song couldn't help but admire his urgent wisdom.

Since I don’t know how to do your method, I will only explain the answer.

As long as the answer is correct, it will still beat you.

Upon hearing this, Wang Fugui couldn't help but sneer: "Only a conclusion can be drawn? I think you are clearly just a quibbling!

Let me tell you, I started studying identification since I was eight years old, and it has been exactly fifty years now.

To be arrogant, I can tell whether any precious metal is true or false by just looking at it and touching it.

I can tell you clearly that this medal is real, more real than real money and silver!”

"Is that true?" Fu Song looked at him, "What you said doesn't count on the authenticity of this medal, and what I said doesn't count on, but what Professor Ran said doesn't count on."

After saying that, he looked at Ran Wennian: "Professor Ran, are you talking about this medal true or false?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was focused on Ran Wennian.

Fu Song was right. Ran Wennian had the final say on the authenticity of the medal.

Ran Wennian looked at Fu Song, then Wang Fugui and Jin Xiaobei, took a deep breath and said:

"This medal, it's...real."

Wang Fugui immediately said proudly: "Look, I'll just say it's true!"

Really? How is this possible?

Fu Song was stunned.

Is his superpower a Xibei product?

Ran Wennian explained: "Everyone, after Xingyue won the runner-up in the World Championships, I did help her make a fake medal.

But the fake sign was accidentally lost two days ago, and this event was in a hurry, so we brought it over."
To be continued...