Chapter 121

Qin Luo's translation is absolutely wrong!

Thinking about this, Lin Shanshan recovered her spirits.

She looked seriously at the sign: three pounds each, ten pounds three.

Lin Shanshan:???

Qin Luo: -

Huang Zhen the same

Looking at the contents of the brand, Qin Luo's brain for no reason out of a sentence: sell bamboo mice, three yuan a, ten yuan three.

The unit price changed from three yuan to 3.3 yuan.

Not only is there no discount, it's becoming more expensive.

When did the American learn the Chinese routine? What a math geek.

"Why don't we buy three dollars and try it?" Lin Shanshan suggested.

No one refused, both Qin Luo and Huang Zhen agreed.

They also want to see how talented the Americans are in math..

Just then, a young lady pushed the door and bought three boxes of cheese cakes in one breath. She looked happy, as if she had picked up a bargain.

Ha ha - American people are stupid roe deer

The people looked at each other, but for a moment there was nothing to say.

"I don't know how America won the last IMO gold medal." Qin Luo shook his head and sighed.

"Maybe the people in this place are stupid roe deer." Lin Shanshan said seriously.

"Maybe they have money?" Huang Zhen holds chin in his right hand, surmises wisely on his face.

"It makes sense. Since ancient times, many people are stupid and rich." Lin Shanshan nodded with a serious expression.

Just when Qin Luo was ready to refute, "Ding, a new mission has been released to save the ignorant Americans."

"Requirements: please tell the ignorant Americans what is the real mathematics."

"Reward: Xueba value increased by 1888 One lucky draw. "

Qin Luo, a corner of the mouth: ha ha, what lottery chance, do not come

I just want to help them.

The next moment, Qin Luo, push the door and enter.

As soon as "welcome" entered the door, an uncle with golden hair and blue eyes and a red face welcomed him.

He was wearing a black suit with white sincerity on his upper body, and a pair of linen trousers on his lower body. His hair was carefully arranged, his nose was high and his eyes were deep.

He is an authentic American gentleman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what can I do for you?" As he spoke, the man took the translator out of his pocket.

In his impression, it seems that Chinese people seldom speak English, let alone those children who look only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Translator? I'm sorry, that's not going to work for me.

Qin Luo light smile, return a pure English: "how much is a cheese cake?"

Seeing Qin Luo's English so fluent, the middle-aged man was a little stunned, then took back the translator and said with a smile: "three pounds a."

"How much are three?"

"Ten pounds."

"Three pounds for one, three cakes for nine pounds?" Qin Luo asked.

The middle-aged man was shocked: "you What do you say

"Three times three makes nine. Don't you even know that?"

"No way. This is the result of computer calculation."

“……”

Ha ha American computers are also stupid roe deer.

Qin Luo, Lin Shanshan and Huang Zhen are in a standoff with their middle-aged boss because of the difference of one pound.

This moment caused the surrounding U.S. cake selection crowd to watch.

"Yes, they are Chinese."

"The multiplication table of Chinese people is very magical."

"Damn old Jack, you overcharged me by a pound!"

“……”