Chapter 518 Who is real and who is fake
Zhong Yi, who was standing aside, caught Huo Xingzhou's gaze and sneered with a forced smile.
Wan Jiang beside him was feeling very nervous: "Master Zhong, what should we do? The gold needles you bought for Miss Lu are..." counterfeit!
How could today's match be such a coincidence?
Miss Lu and Miss Qiao brought the same gold needles, one real and one fake!
What’s more, Mr. Huang, the successor of the golden needle technique, is present. Isn’t this fatal?
Whoever is fake will be shamed!
Zhong Yi glanced at Wan Jiang and said calmly, "You bought the golden needles, not me. I gave them as a token of my appreciation. It's your fault that you bought a fake. Wan Jiang, it looks like you'll have to bear the blame for this."
Wan Jiang wanted to cry but had no tears, as if he had lost his parents.
It’s over!
now.
Most of the audience held their breath and stared at the high-definition screen showing the game in the stadium, not daring to miss any details.
Huang Bingyi's back was slightly hunched, and he reached out his rough hands to gently stroke the embroidered fat ginseng outside the needle bag. With extremely reserved emotions, he examined the golden needles one by one before putting them down.
He looked at Qiao Xi, who was dressed smartly and modestly, and asked, "Are you Cheng Han's apprentice?"
"I am."
Qiao Xi spoke calmly, suppressing the excitement in her heart.
Anyone who meets the old master of traditional Chinese medicine will inevitably feel uneasy.
Huang Bingyi's sharp, penetrating eyes stared at her like an eagle's: "Where did you get this set of golden needles?"
Qiao Xi told the truth: "It was a gift from my husband. He said he found it at the auction house."
Huang Bingyi held up the golden needles and said, "Your needles are the same as the Lu family girl's. She said that was my last set of golden needles, so you have nothing to say? Or did you not expect her to take out the same golden needles as yours?"
His tone was serious, and to those who cared, it sounded like a question.
Lu Bannong seemed to do this on purpose, leaning the microphone towards Huang Bingyi. His questioning was clearly audible throughout the room.
"Qiao Xi's golden needle must be fake!"
"This is going to be terrible!"
The corners of Lu Yingxue's lips curled up slightly, and she had a lot of nasty words she wanted to say.
But because of his image, he only pretended to save the situation: "Mr. Huang's golden needles are very famous, and there are many imitations out there. Nowadays, the imitation technology is very sophisticated, and it is easy to make a mistake and buy a fake."
After she laid the groundwork, Xiang Mingzhu couldn't wait to say, "Qiao Xi, you heard that Mr. Huang would be the judge for the second round, so you tried to curry favor with him by offering him his used needles, but ended up losing more than you gained, right?"
Li Songwen, whose right wrist was wrapped in a plaster, had a gloomy look on his face. He couldn't help but sneer, "A traditional Chinese medicine apprentice can't afford to lose. After all, if he loses, he will be banned from practicing medicine for life. I can only use some tricks. I didn't expect Miss Lu to bring gold needles with her."
If Lu Yingxue had not pointed out at the beginning that what she brought was Mr. Huang's last set of golden needles, many viewers would not have noticed this detail.
But she said it!
So everyone had a preconceived impression, and when they saw the identical golden needle in front of Qiao Xi, they became suspicious.
It seems that this traditional Chinese medicine apprentice is about to make a fool of himself before the competition even starts.
I don’t know if such embarrassment will affect her mentality in the game?
The defeat is inevitable!
Qiao Xi clenched her fingers that hung at her sides, and her heart was not so calm.
But the trust in Huo Xingzhou has surpassed everything else.
This was taken by Huo Xingzhou, and there must be a deep meaning behind it.
Qiao Xi felt no fear.
Qiao Xi answered Huang Bingyi's question in a cold voice, "This set of gold needles has been with me for a long time. It's really a coincidence that Miss Lu and I brought the same gold needles today. As for who is real and who is fake, it's up to you to decide."
If I accidentally bought your golden needle, it would be my blessing. If it is fake, I can say that I have learned a lesson from this experience. I pay tribute to my predecessors and remember that medical practice should not be fraudulent. This is an encouragement.
She spoke these words forcefully and neither servilely nor arrogantly.
No flaws!
I thought she was a stubborn girl, but I didn't expect she knew how to be roundabout.
Huang Bingyi's eyes overflowed with some smiles: "You are more likable than that old man Cheng Han. He is a tough guy and very difficult to chew, and he is disliked!"
Qiao Xi defended Cheng Han: "My master has a good temper and taught me everything he knows. He is very popular in our village."
"Protecting one's shortcomings is good."
Huang Bingyi looked at her and nodded.
He can't stand flatterers the most, as such people have no respect for studying medicine.
But with a personality like Qiao Xi's, it is sometimes easy to offend people.
Huang Bingyi put down the golden needle in his hand and said calmly, "There's no problem with the golden needle. Next one."
Lu Yingxue pursed her lips, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.
Xiang Mingzhu couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Huang, you only said there was nothing wrong with the golden needles. You didn't say whether Qiao Xi's golden needles were real or fake. She said all the good things! Your ambiguous attitude will cause people to misunderstand. I thought you were biased towards her and gave her some face so you didn't have the heart to expose her!"
Lu Bannong quickly tried to smooth things over: "The youngster spoke without thinking. Mr. Huang, please don't take it personally. This is my sister's daughter. She also studied medicine with me and is usually spoiled by her family."
Huang Bingyi snorted coldly: "Who am I giving face to?"
He originally didn't want to waste time, but seeing that everyone in the room had their own thoughts, Huang Bingyi didn't want to waste time anymore. Since someone insisted on verifying the authenticity, don't blame him for being ruthless.
Lu Bannong fanned the flames, "Mr. Huang, don't be angry. The main thing is that so many people are definitely curious about this. There are quite a few counterfeit golden needles circulating on the market. If you give me a firm answer, those counterfeiters won't dare to pass off fakes as the real thing anymore. That's a good thing."
Huang Bingyi looked around and took the microphone from Lu Bannong indifferently.
"Since you insist on debunking the truth, I'll give you an answer. I hope you can apply this same pursuit of truth and facts to your work and studies."
Huang Bingyi signaled the staff to bring Lu Yingxue's needle bag.
Lu Yingxue shook her head, picked up the needle bag herself, walked slowly to his side, and handed it to him respectfully with both hands.
"Mr. Huang, this is for you."
Huang Bingyi placed her needle bag next to Qiao Xi's and focused the high-definition camera on the details of the two needle bags. The contestants gathered around, wanting to see them more clearly.
Mr. Huang's voice was muddy but loud, and was transmitted through the microphone to the speakers around the venue.
The whole audience could hear it clearly.
"My gold needles have been with me for decades. I specially asked a goldsmith to make them for me. But when he was making the needles, he accidentally hit the ends of the needles. So the ends of the needles I use are flat, and you need to look carefully to distinguish them."
"This needle bag outside was made by a Su embroidery lady. She made this as a token of gratitude to me for saving her mother. The leaves of this ginseng are very particular. One-year-old ginseng has three leaflets, which we call "three flowers" in our jargon. Two-year-old ginseng has five leaflets and a palm-shaped compound leaf, called a "palm". Four-year-old ginseng has three palm-shaped compound leaves, called "lampstands."
Huang Bingyi seemed to be reminiscing about the past when he said, "In my hometown, 'lao dengtaizi' means old guy. I said I was old at my age, so I asked her to embroider three palm-sized compound leaves for me, with a total of 15 leaflets."
so……
Everyone stared carefully at the two sets of gold needles, looking for details to compare their authenticity.
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