Chapter 72

On the screen of the calculator that was input manually, the answer was displayed immediately. 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 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 gaze 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 prominent wealth, no lucky adventures, and started his childhood in abject poverty. With 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.

Qiu Mingquan plucked up his courage, and stopped in front of a girl: "Student, you, hello!"

The girl wore the most common ponytail and wore black glasses frames, and took a step back vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

Qiu Mingquan blushed, and asked in a low voice: "I want to ask, when is the end-of-term parent meeting in your school?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously, and seeing that he was not tall but handsome, she replied casually, "What are you doing in three days?"

Qiu Mingquan bowed sincerely: "Thank you."

Turning around and leaving the school gate, he took out a small notebook that he carried with him, and wrote down a line of small words in it: "Jianxin Middle School, parents' meeting on January 13th."

After a few days, Qiu Mingquan's small notebook has densely arranged the specific dates of parent-teacher meetings of more than a dozen nearby primary and secondary schools.

One week after the exam is over, it is time for all primary and secondary schools to hold parent-teacher meetings.

"Okay, hurry up and go to the city tomorrow." Feng Rui said decisively, "Bring your passbook and money."

Qiu Mingquan stayed there for a long time before expecting Ai Ai: "Are you really going to steal money from the family?"

"What is stealing?" Feng Rui said bitterly, "Take your own money to make more money, how can you call it stealing?!"

He thought that if he lived a new life, there would be opportunities to make a fortune everywhere, but being tied to this super poor man, he had to recognize the reality.

Where does the principal come from?

It is now 1988, which is a relatively vacuum period in the securities and stock market. Four years ago, Feilo Audio, the first stock in Shanghai, was just issued; It was the first of its kind to set up agency stock trading business.

On the first day of opening, the entire Jing'an branch only sold more than 1,000 shares of Feilo Acoustics and Yanzhong Industrial as an agent, with a turnover of only 50,000 yuan.

- The market is too small!

Even if you buy and sell these stocks, you need to have a cost ranging from a few thousand. For the Feng family at this time, this amount of money is just drizzle, but for a poor class like Qiu Mingquan, it is definitely an astronomical figure.

Alright, alright, let him, Feng Rui, take this little migrant worker and try to truly start from scratch!

After inquiring about several schools, it was already evening when I got home.

It gets dark early in winter, when Qiu Mingquan stepped into the compound, he thought the house was closed, but he saw bright lights at a glance.

Almost all the doors of the houses were open, and many neighbors gathered in the courtyard. Qiu Mingquan even saw the hunchbacked figures of his grandparents in the crowd.

"What's the matter?" A bad premonition suddenly floated in his heart, and he quickly ran a few steps closer, just in time to see Wu Dagen, a strong neighbor, whose face was covered in blood among the crowd, and his wife, Aunt Wang, was wiping it for him.

"Let's go to the health center to fix it." Aunt Wang's eyes were red, and she couldn't help complaining sharply, "You have to stand out! Last time you beat those people, who are you looking for now?"

Grandma Qiu hugged her grandson in her arms, tears welled up in her cloudy old eyes: "Why did you come back so late, I thought you too... scared us to death!"

Grandpa Qiu remained silent, his tightly clenched fists finally relaxed a bit. Just now when Wu Dagen came back after being beaten with a sap outside, the hearts of the old couple were suspended.

Speaking of revenge, last time this kid Ming Quan forged a death feud with those people!

Qiu Mingquan hugged his grandma comfortingly before he stood up and said succinctly: "Was beaten by those people?"

The last time Wu Dagen stepped forward in person and hit a man on the head with a coal ball, helping him block the fatal blow, but today he was even retaliated against.

Wu Dagen waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Aunt Wang screamed, "It's all right? What's wrong with being stabbed!"

She turned her head to look at Qiu Mingquan, and muttered: "When I came back from get off work, I was blocked by some strange hooligans on the road, with a wine bottle on my head, and kicked on my body several times."

Wu Dagen hesitated for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "They even said that everyone in our compound should be careful."

The neighbors gathered around him all looked ugly, Liu Qinhua interjected worriedly: "I heard that the shanty town on the west side of the road suddenly caught fire last night, although no one was killed, but several houses were burned, early this morning , Wang Daquan and his gang took people there, and said to the burnt families: You burned such a broken house, 500 yuan per level, if you don’t sell it, it might only be worth 300 yuan next time .”

Liu Dongfeng was so angry that he slammed his fist on the door: "Why didn't anyone catch them bastards!"

Liu Qin gave his son a blank look: "What evidence is there? The arsonist was not caught on the spot."

One of the neighbors had an expression of shock and resentment on his face: "I also heard that before they left, they told the residents in that area that the fire is the most ruthless thing, and maybe they will burn people to death next time? Over there Many of them are scared, and they are discussing to make a price and negotiate with them."

Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly on the side.

Liu Qinhua looked at him immediately: "Xiaoquan, what do you say?"

All the neighbors also looked at it together. After what happened that day, who can see this little doll as a real child again?

Qiu Mingquan said lightly: "The harder they do it, the greater the interests behind it, and it also means that what I heard that day is true."

The neighbors were silent.

Everyone knows this truth, but now that the door has been knocked on, will they be forced to sell it at a low price after the house is burned down?

"Everyone, uncles and aunts. Our teacher said that in this world, there is no benefit that can be obtained without giving." Qiu Mingquan showed a naive expression, "Either we should actively deal with it and defend our home, or we can discuss things like those people. The unreconciled low price will be robbed by them."

On one side, Grandpa Qiu suddenly looked up at Qiu Mingquan, with a strange emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Feng Rui, who was really in control of Qiu Mingquan's body, didn't notice it, his eyes sparkled, and he looked around at everyone: "If you're afraid, then start looking for a house and move out as soon as possible tomorrow. It's pointless to pretend to be an ostrich."

Aunt Wang put her mind to one side: "How do you deal with it actively?"

Qiu Mingquan smiled: "First, from tomorrow onwards, everyone will go out and go home together, don't leave alone; second, borrow a few big wolf dogs from relatives in the countryside, and guard the house at night; If any house is really beaten or burned, we will pay for the medical bills and share the rebuilding costs together, so don’t let the hard-nosed people feel cold.”

He spoke clearly, concisely and to the point, and what he said was feasible, everyone was moved when they heard it.

"As long as everyone puts all their energy into one place, there's nothing really hard to get through." Qiu Mingquan said softly, his voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, "Those people also use money to do things, and they won't really come to their lives when they encounter difficulties. "

Liu Dongfeng nodded sharply, and said loudly: "Mingquan is right! I don't believe that evil can win good!"

Soon, other families also loudly supported: "I think it can be done. I will borrow a dog tomorrow. The rhubarb from my brother's house can understand human nature!"

"Okay, we are a group of several families, going out and going in together, each group is matched with a few old men, I don't believe in broad daylight, they dare to kill people!"

The atmosphere became lively, Liu Qinhua smiled at the corner of her mouth, ran home, and when she came out, she snapped out a ten-yuan bill: "Mingquan is right, if anyone's family is injured because of this incident, the medical expenses will be paid together! "

"That's right, Angkor was beaten because of all of us, so we can't make him suffer!" Five-yuan and ten-yuan banknotes gathered together.

Qiu Mingquan straightened out the money with a smile, and handed it to Aunt Wang: "Auntie, the money is for Uncle Wu to see a doctor."

Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the stack of banknotes, and then at Qiu Mingquan's clear eyes, his lips trembled for a long time, but he didn't speak.

... in the dead of night.

People in the compound went back to their houses, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Qiu Mingquan and his grandparents slept side by side on the bed, but Grandpa Qiu tossed and turned, suddenly turned sideways in the dark night, stared at his grandson for a while, then turned around again, and snored after a long time.

Qiu Mingquan pretended to be asleep, and began to discuss with Feng Rui in his heart.

"That's all I can do now, but you, hurry up and get something to defend yourself." Feng Rui pondered.

That hooligan Wang Daquan was frightened last time and suffered a big loss. It is unknown whether he will really retreat or will be unwilling.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Mingquan also became nervous.

"A dagger with a blood groove, a triangular-scratch-knife, a spring-jump-knife, anything is fine." President Feng seemed very excited, "In fact, throwing a stick is the most practical, but it is not as deterrent as a knife."

"...Will it be too cruel?" Qiu Mingquan smiled wryly.