On the tree-lined path outside the Shangri-La Hotel.
Ran Wennian, a professor in the History Department of Yenching University, was taking a walk with his daughter Ran Xingyue.
Ran Xingyue is tall, and the white sportswear makes her body look tight, youthful and full of energy.
"Dad!" She hugged Ran Wennian's arm, her expression full of dissatisfaction, "You have finished your work, why don't you go back to the capital? I still want to go back to training!"
Ran Wennian smiled and said, "I want to go back too, but someone called me this morning and wanted to meet me."
"Are you the guy who wants his nephew to be your disciple?"
Ran Xingyue curled her lips: "What era is this? It's really boring to still do this.
If his nephew really wants to learn something, why not just apply to be your graduate student?"
Hearing this, Ran Wennian felt somewhat helpless: "I'm not a crosstalk performer, and I have no intention of accepting any apprentices. This is all wishful thinking on the other party's part."
"Is that so? Then what are you going to do?"
"What else can I do? Just decline!
Although I didn't know him well, he was very polite and I would have been embarrassed if I had just left."
"That's more like it." Ran Xingyue urged with a smile, "Come on, let's go back and settle this quickly, and return to the imperial capital immediately!"
Inside the Shangri-La Hotel.
The four of them looked at each other with tense expressions.
Suddenly, the voice of the front desk lady rang out in the hotel lobby:
"Professor Ran, you're finally back? Your friends are waiting for you in the living room!"
The four of them immediately went out to meet them.
"Hello, Professor Ran!" Fu Ziming spoke first.
Ran Wennian looked at Fu Ziming, a little unsure: "You are..."
Fu Ziming hurriedly explained: "Professor Ran, you forgot, I am Xiao Fu!
Last year, I listened to your lecture on cultural relic identification at the door of a Yenching University classroom. It was an excellent lecture!
Ran Wennian slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, look at my memory. I'm sorry. It was you who called me today, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Is this your nephew?"
"Yes, his name is Fu Song. He has been very smart since he was young and learns things quickly.
Xiaosong, what are you standing there for? Come on, kowtow to Professor Ran!"
Fu Song: “?”
He was a little confused. Kowtow? Is it so careless?
Just as he was hesitating, he heard a loud bang.
Wang Fugui knelt down on the ground and said, "Professor Ran, my name is Wang Fugui, and I'm your loyal admirer. Please accept me as your apprentice!"
Then his head hit the ground.
Fu Song was stunned for a moment. Isn’t this too shameless?
But I have to say, this old man is really a talented person!
Ran Wennian was also confused. What was going on?
Finally, five minutes later.
He pointed at Fu Song and said, "You are Fu Ziming's nephew, the owner of Yupanzhai. Do you want to learn how to identify cultural relics from me?"
Then he pointed at Wang Fugui and said, "You're his neighbor, the owner of an antique jewelry store. Do you also want to learn how to identify antiques from me?"
Seeing the two of them nod at the same time, Ran Wennian couldn't help but feel a little toothache.
One Fu Song was already enough for him to deal with, and now there is another Wang Fugui.
Unexpectedly, Jin Xiaobei, who had been silent behind him, also spoke at this time:
"Professor Ran, I also want to learn how to identify cultural relics from you. How about you take me in as well?"
Ran Wennian's teeth suddenly hurt even more.
He was too lazy to ask about Jin Xiaobei's background, thinking that he was probably similar to Fu Song and the others.
Just when he didn't know what to do, Ran Xingyue, who had been silent behind him, spoke up: "Do you really want to take my father as your master?"
Her voice is crisp and sweet, very pleasant to hear.
Seeing the three nod, Ran Xingyue said: "It's fine if you want to become my disciple, but my father has always been very strict with his disciples. It depends on whether you have the ability."
After saying that, he gave Ran Wennian a reproachful look.
My father is good in every way except that he is hesitant and not decisive enough.
At this time, Ran Wennian finally reacted: "Yes, my requirements have always been very strict."
As he spoke, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Thanks to his daughter for coming to the rescue in time, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.
"Are the requirements very strict?" Wang Fugui asked, "What are your requirements?"
Ran Wennian pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll give you an item identification question, and you can answer it one by one.
I will decide whether to accept you or not based on your performance."
After saying this, he couldn't help but admire his own quick wit.
This trick seems fair, but the final interpretation of the question is in your own hands, and whether it is good or bad is just a matter of your own words.
"Item identification question? What is your question?"
Ran Wennian did not answer directly. He looked at the people coming and going in the hall and said with a smile:
"Let's go upstairs and talk. It's not convenient here because there are too many people around."
Sixth floor, room 604.
Ran Wennian took out a canvas bag containing various small tools for identification.
For example, wooden brushes, balances, magnifying glasses, alcohol lamps, etc.
Fu Song was very impressed by what he saw. He was worthy of being a professor of history at Yan University. He always carried these things with him when he went out.
After everything was ready, Ran Wennian said to Ran Xingyue, "Can I use your medal?"
"Medal? You mean..." Ran Xingyue hesitated for a moment, but finally took it off from her neck.
Ran Wennian took it and said to the three of them, "You can verify its authenticity using any method you choose, but be sure not to damage the medal."
Fu Song took a closer look and saw that the front of the medal had 2013 printed on it, while the pattern on the back formed two artistic words: "World Championships".
Look at the color again, it’s a silver medal!
Combining his previous memories with Fu Song's, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you participate in the World Championships held by JD last year? What event was it?"
You can't blame Fu Song for being curious, as his favorite things in the past were sports stars.
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