Hearing this, Wang Fugui couldn't help but sneer: "Can you only give a conclusion? I think you are clearly quibbling!
Let me tell you, I started learning appraisal when I was eight years old, and it has been exactly fifty years now.
To be frank, I can tell whether any precious metal is real or fake just by looking at it and touching it.
I can tell you clearly that this medal is real, more real than real gold and silver!"
"Really?" Fu Song glanced at him. "Regarding the authenticity of this medal, neither you nor I have the final say. Only Professor Ran's words count."
After saying this, he looked at Ran Wennian and said, "Professor Ran, do you think this medal is real or fake?"
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 whether the medal was real or fake.
Ran Wennian looked at Fu Song, then at Wang Fugui and Jin Xiaobei, took a deep breath and said:
"This medal, it's...real."
Wang Fugui suddenly said with great pride: "See, I told you it was true!"
Really? How is this possible?
Fu Song was stunned.
Could it be that my supernatural power is just a fake?
Ran Wennian explained, “Everyone, after Xingyue won the silver medal in the World Championships, I did make a fake medal for her.
But the fake one was accidentally lost a couple of days ago, and since we were in a hurry for this event, we brought the real one with us.”
wrong!
Although Ran Wennian had already confirmed it, Fu Song still chose to believe his own eyes.
He suddenly thought of a possibility: "Professor Ran, could it be that the medal you lost is the real one, and this one is a fake?"
"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Before Ran Wennian could speak, Ran Xingyue beside him became anxious, "Ever since I got the medal, I have been very careful. So even if I lose it, I won't lose the medal."
"Really?" Fu Song asked, "If it's a real medal, will the skin peel off if you scratch it with your hands?"
"The skin is peeling?" Ran Xingyue looked at Fu Song as if he was a fool. "The World Championship silver medal is made of pure silver, and the production process uses the most advanced electroplating technology. How could your fingers possibly peel it?"
Fu Song glanced at Ran Xingyue, then looked at the medal in his hand.
Then he placed his thumbnail on a raised part of the medal and applied gentle pressure.
Bang!
A thin piece of silver skin fell off instantly.
He handed the medal and the silver skin he had scraped off to Ran Xingyue: "Move, the skin has peeled off."
Ran Xingyue: “?”
Everyone: “?”
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