Chapter 58

This time, Qiu Mingquan didn't answer immediately, his dark eyes were 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. From a young age, he was the envy of others 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 his 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 beauty he remembers after many years.

Yes, he is such an ordinary person. In his previous life, he had no great wealth, no lucky adventures, a childhood of abject poverty, accompanied by an embarrassing family situation, and the fate of fate, so 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.

That's right, Manager Qu pushed aside the crowd and walked in, staring at Zhao Decheng coldly: "The leader of the stationery team, right? He's so majestic and powerful."

In the midst of winter, Zhao Decheng was almost sweating.

This is the general manager who just took office, and I heard that the higher-ups value him very much. There are three fires when a new official takes office, who knows where the fire will burn? ...

Qu Yifei turned his head, and said kindly to Qiu Mingquan: "My little friend, if the mall really doesn't sell you pens here, what will you do?"

The child in front of him looked at him with dark eyes: "You won't."

"Oh why?"

"Are you the big leader of the mall?" The real CEO Feng observed him with a naive and cunning expression, but the words he said were earth-shattering.

"First, you didn't expressly say that you are not allowed to trade in your shopping mall, even if the police station asks, you won't support it; second, as long as you are willing to fight and suffer without endangering the national economy and people's livelihood, you can It’s not a mistake, on the contrary, it’s a necessary lubricant for the market.”

Wang Juan at the counter listened and spewed water out of the enamel cup.

--Ouch!

What are they talking about? It's even better than what the big leaders of their shopping malls said at the New Year's Day mobilization meeting!

Manager Qu opened his mouth slightly in shock, um... how old is this kid? Is it a thousand-year-old monster who has cultivated to become a master, or is it a family history?

With such a bunch of words, even calling him a graduate of the University of Finance and Economics can't fault him!

After a long pause, he smiled.

He bent down himself, picked up all the pencil cases that had fallen on the floor, and put them in Qiu Mingquan's schoolbag.

"Little friend, what you said is very good." He turned his head and looked at Zhao Decheng calmly. "As long as they are customers of our commercial building, we will welcome them. I told you a long time ago that 'serving the people' is not a sentence." Empty words, like you, don’t listen to the news, don’t learn the new spirit. Sooner or later, you will be eliminated by the times!”

Zhao Decheng's face was flushed red, his calves were weak, but he didn't dare to answer a word.

Qu Yifei looked at the two people in the security department again, with the same serious expression on his face: "As a comrade in the security department, he should know a little more about the law. This kid did nothing wrong. On the contrary, he bought something from this commercial building. In this shopping mall, you are more obliged to protect him, a small customer."

Section Chief Li blushed: "General manager, I, we understand. I will definitely study hard next time!"