Chapter 11

"What about the 1866 prescription?" Feng Rui said a number that he couldn't calculate in his head.

This time, Qiu Mingquan didn't answer right away, his dark eyes closed, his long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he said clearly and definitely: "43.2."

On the screen of the calculator that was input manually, the answer was immediately displayed. Feng Rui gasped, and couldn't help but open his mouth to ask, "Then 92 cubes?"

"778688." No decimal point rounding was involved, Qiu Mingquan only paused for a few seconds, and quickly opened his mouth to report the answer.

Feng Rui's heart was shocked, and after a while, he said sincerely: "You are really amazing."

His own math scores are also considered to be excellent. He was the envy of others when he was young in some situations involving mental arithmetic, but now, with his IQ, he was completely defeated by this little migrant worker!

"Hmm..." Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly, and his usually calm face had a rare blush.

In the previous life, although he dropped out of junior high school before finishing junior high school, the limited good moments in his life were when the scores of the math test came down.

The admiring eyes of the math teacher and the occasional astonishment of his classmates are his only pride and the only goodness he remembers after many years.

Yes, he is such an ordinary person. In his previous life, he had no great wealth, no lucky adventures, and his childhood started from abject poverty, accompanied by the embarrassing family situation and the fate of fate, he has been struggling at the bottom of the society.

He has done all of serving dishes, small security guards, and carrying bags.

"What do you know! You can't do any technical job! Tell me, what can you do?" At that time, the foreman nodded impatiently, his eyes full of impatience.

"I, I can settle accounts." He mustered up the courage to say this, "I... can do calculations."

Everyone who heard this laughed, and the foreman was even more suspicious: "Boy, can you be an accountant?"

"No, I don't know accounting." He could only lower his head, "I just do mental calculations faster."

"Come on, you! There are professional accountants here, and they get high wages!"

...Once the memory is opened, it can't be stopped. He recalls the past life in a trance, feeling as if it is in front of him.

"I can also recite pi. In my previous life, I won a grade math competition." He suddenly couldn't help it, and wanted to tell the invisible man beside him, this little honor.

"PI?"

"Really!" Listening to his surprised voice, Qiu Mingquan was eager to prove something, maybe he had no chance to prove himself in this life, or maybe he wanted not to always appear so useless and useless in front of this strange and close man .

Feng Rui was silent for a while: "How many digits can you recite?"

Qiu Mingquan paused: "It's close to more than a hundred. In the past, I could recite up to three hundred, but... After many years, I gradually forgot."

Feng Rui asked in shock, "How did you do it!"

He knows that there are many memory masters in this world, and some of them can even memorize pi beyond a thousand digits, but that often requires special training, but this person?

"I didn't memorize it too deliberately. It's a math competition. The teacher said that this might be an exam question, so I read it carefully a few times..."

"It will be enough after reading it a few times?" Feng Rui raised his voice, "Why can't you just memorize English words?!"

"I don't know." Qiu Mingquan was a little at a loss, "That's the only thing that feels simple."

Feng Rui didn't believe it, but a voice reminded him that Qiu Mingquan was not lying.

In the final exam that just passed, he took care of all the subjects, except for one subject that Qiu Mingquan insisted on doing by himself, and that was mathematics.

In Feng Rui's impression, there are indeed a certain percentage of people in the crowd who have extraordinary computing power or memory, which can also be regarded as some kind of talent. Around him, he only remembered seeing a girl with similar abilities, that is, his younger sister Xiangcheng's sister, and the daughter of the neighbor Xiang's family, Xiang Mingli.

However, Qiu Mingquan at this time was a child who had never received any systematic training, let alone any professional guidance.

For some reason, Feng Rui's mind suddenly recalled the appearance of the construction worker he saw in his last life before he died.

Depressed and quiet.

His face was dusty, and although his eyebrows were pretty, they were full of tiredness.

Looking at the past through the stretcher for the last time, the unattended farm worker looked humble and uncontested, his fingers holding the pendant were rough and cracked, and the traces of labor were so obvious.

And who would have imagined that such a person, when he was young, had talents far beyond ordinary people in certain subjects?

If he changed his family and background, why couldn't he move forward with ease, fate is precious?

Feng Rui was a little dazed. The piece of jade on which his soul rested was tightly attached to Qiu Mingquan's heart, and when he heard his sincere praise, he felt his heart beat slightly faster, a little childlike excitement.

Feng Rui suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Qiu Mingquan, seriously, let's make a deal with you."

"Huh?... What?" Qiu Mingquan was taken aback.

Feng Rui spoke plainly, but his words were clear, serious and solemn: "I want to send you a great fortune. You also promise me, work hard so that you can afford it."

Feng Rui didn't know if Qiu Mingquan understood what he meant.

——However, it doesn't matter.

Feng Rui withdrew his thoughts: "Your calculation is correct, but in fact, you may not earn that much."

His words extinguished Qiu Mingquan's enthusiasm in an instant: "Why?"

"The market is saturated. Think about it, how many people are willing to pay for gold pens in each school?"

Qiu Mingquan was stunned. Even if he had no business acumen, he thought of this bug at this moment.

Yes, by the time I went to buy goods on the fifth morning, the principal had quickly increased to 550 yuan.

According to today's ratio, about sixty hero 100 gold pens can be entered, plus eight or nine 50 golden eagles.

"I estimate that the fifth day will be the critical point of the market." Feng Rui obviously also roughly calculated the conclusion.

According to the speed at which Qiu Mingquan sold pens during the day, in the future, even if there are overwhelming advertising bonuses for hero pens, I am afraid that any school can sell sixty or seventy gold pens a day, which is already the limit.

"Ah, then look at the sales on the fifth day, and then decide how much to buy the next day?" Qiu Mingquan hesitated and asked tentatively.

Feng Rui let out a "hehe", and said arrogantly: "When the time comes, just listen to me."

During the night, Qiu Mingquan had many dreams one after another.

In the dream, there were flying banknotes, and there were glittering pens all over the place. In the end, there were more and more of these pens, filling up the whole dilapidated hut. In the dream, Qiu Mingquan was standing alone in front of the school with a schoolbag full of pens, but No one stopped to look at him.

Then, during the day, that woman suddenly ran over, with a sarcastic expression on her face: "I just came back from a big shopping mall, and the salesperson told me that all the hero gold pens have dropped in price, one yuan each!..."

Qiu Mingquan yelled, waking up from the nightmare early in the morning, sweating profusely.

Fortunately, it was a dream!

He secretly opened the schoolbag and took a look inside, seeing those full of small bills, the beating heart of "pounding" calmed down a little.

The next day, he quickly followed the same itinerary as yesterday, and took another car to Huaihai Road in Dongshen City.

It was still yesterday's boutique shopping mall, and it was still the stationery counter on the third floor. This time, he took out more than 130 yuan. Even with the principal and profit, he entered twelve heroes at 100 and three golden eagles at 50 this time.

Wang Juan stared at him in surprise, guessing in her heart that the child was buying and selling.

Just yesterday, the business of her stationery counter was strangely better, almost doubling the usual sales.

After some inquiring, she realized that she had come here because of the advertisements on the radio and the news about Commissioner Jiang's visit in the newspaper.

Seeing Qiu Mingquan buy goods and leave again, Wang Juan was amazed in her heart—this child is really very smart!

Next to it, Zhao Decheng, the leader of the stationery team, walked over with a toothpick in his mouth: "How are the sales of hero pens today?"

Wang Juan pouted: "I have to go to the warehouse to get the goods again. The kid just bought a dozen and left."

Zhao Decheng was taken aback: "What? Erdao dealer?"

Wang Juan nodded happily: "Whatever he does, just sell it."

Zhao Decheng looked upright: "How can we do that? We are a regular shopping mall, how can we get mixed up with this kind of speculators! Don't sell to him next time."

Wang Juan looked at him in surprise, and teased the big wave that had just been hot: "Team leader, what you said is not right. I will sell it. This is my performance. People come to buy it legally. Why don't I sell it?" ? I don’t sell it, and I will be evaluated at the end of the month, so you can make up for me?”

Zhao Decheng shook his sleeves angrily, choking on the words.

Qiu Mingquan changed to a middle school today, and the parent meeting of this school was held one day later than Zhenghong Middle School, which happened to allow their sales plan to be staggered calmly.

Unsurprisingly, just like yesterday, the eleven gold pens that Qiu Mingquan bought were all sold out very smoothly, not even one of the three 50 gold carving pens that were sold at an increased price of 28 yuan. Run order.

——The advertisement of Hero Golden Pen Factory is continuing, and the momentum of hot sales is also rising. Feng Rui is well aware of the craze this hero fountain pen has set off in the country.

They thought their sales would peak on the fifth day, but on the seventh day, they finally encountered market saturation.