Chapter 71

"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 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 prominent wealth, no lucky adventures, and started his childhood in abject poverty. Along with the embarrassing family situation and the harm 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, until a few parents no longer doubt that in this era of material shortage, these things can only be made by state-owned large factories, so they want to buy fake products, and there is no place to buy them.

"Then, how do you sell this money?"

"Not expensive..." Qiu Mingquan said according to the words Feng Rui made up for him, "This kind of high-end gold carving national gift pen is very high-end, and it is very face-saving as a gift or for personal use. It is 28 yuan a piece. The Hero 100 Gold Pen is the most well-received and the most cost-effective, at 8.8 yuan."

Mr. Feng, isn't your price a bit sleazy, and the price has been increased by 30 to 40%?

Can this be sold? You must know that people in this era are living on tight wages, and their lives are not rich!

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman immediately yelled: "Oh, it's so expensive! You are so young and unscrupulous, you must have added a lot of price!"

"Auntie, I'm not going to hide it from you, I just make some money for running errands." Qiu Mingquan said eagerly.

"It's quite far from the city. You have to go back and forth to get a bus ticket. If you can't make it all morning, you have to have a meal outside. Also, you have to ask for leave to buy this, and your salary will be deducted."

"I can't go on weekends, why are you in such a hurry." The woman curled her lips meanly.

Qiu Mingquan smiled, and looked at her sincerely with deer-like eyes: "I'm going today, and I only have these last few left. If you go on Sunday, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy them."

This is extremely baseless, he is simply a profiteer full of lies, but Feng Rui sneered in his heart: "This is not a lie, just say it."

Feng Rui remembered very clearly that the advertisement for the hero fountain pen was quite big back then, and the radio and newspapers went into battle at the same time. Not long after, the hero fountain pens in major shopping malls in Dongshen City were out of stock on a large scale.

The children of many families are proud of having a valuable high-end hero gold pen. Even Feng Rui's mother once went late and failed to buy it. It happened that some foreign relatives returned to China, so they brought two pens from the counter in Hong Kong at that time. Give him a gold pen.

There are more and more parents around, and the advertisements on TV at this time are far from being as indiscriminate as later generations. The round of intensive advertisements for Hero Pen left a deep impression on many people.

But after looking at it, some people also picked it up and looked around, but no one paid for it.

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and sneered: "You kid, you are doing speculative things! This time and again, the price will increase when you change hands. I think you are more courageous than a thief. Believe it or not, the police can arrest you! "

Qiu Mingquan looked at her with dark eyes, without saying a word.

It was the middle-aged man who spoke, with a gentle voice: "That's not what you said, big sister. 'Let some people get rich first' is what Comrade Xiaoping said three years ago. Invigorating the economy and circulation is a good thing, not a crime."

His tone was calm, but powerful, and he looked like a knowledgeable and cultural person. When he said that, the middle-aged woman was awkward, so she stopped talking.

It wasn't until a crisp bell rang that all the parents hurried away and rushed to their children's classrooms to start the parent-teacher meeting time.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the empty school gate, and asked in a low voice in his heart, "Why don't we lower the price when they adjourn later?"

"Don't drop a penny." Feng Rui said coldly, "Are you questioning my pricing strategy and business decision?"

Qiu Mingquan felt distressed: he still had a decisive strategy. If he didn't know, he thought it was a multi-million dollar business.

It's over, I'm afraid these pens will be completely smashed in my hands!

President Feng's voice became even colder: "A few million are nothing. The contracts I signed before were worth hundreds of millions. Besides, pricing decisions have nothing to do with tens of dollars or tens of millions. In the end, What affects the result is nothing more than the human heart. Do you understand?"

I don't understand... Qiu Mingquan answered silently in his heart.

"It's right if you don't understand." Feng Rui was about to say venomously, "So you can only work at a construction site", but for some reason, he paused and proudly changed his words, "If you don't understand, you have to learn, you know?" ?”

The parent meetings were coming to an end, and sure enough, the gold pens on the seventh day were not sold out. In the end, there were about a dozen Hero 100 and two 50 Golden Eagles left, and they bet about two hundred yuan in their hands.

Qiu Mingquan looked at the backlog of inventory in his schoolbag with a little worry, forgetting for a moment the money he had earned these days.