Chapter 92

"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 immediately, his dark eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes trembled a few times before he said clearly and definitely: "43.2."

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. 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 he finished junior high school, the limited good moments in his life were when the scores on 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.

Yes, by this time, there was no computer at all, and all registrations were manually handwritten. The sale of these hundreds of thousands of stocks was 1,450 paper stocks, each with a face value of 100 yuan and clear patterns. It still seems to exude the fragrance of ink that has just left the printing factory.

A middle-aged woman in the first place took out 1,000 yuan, was the first to buy ten stocks, and left happily.

The second and third ones, seeing someone walking out with a thick stack of stocks with a smile on their face, the people in the queue at the back became anxious, and more and more people began to shout: "Will it be sold out?! Can't call one People buy that much, right?"

"That's right, there must be restrictions! We went early in the morning, and it was too cold. Could it be possible to ask everyone to go back empty-handed?"

When Liu Dongfeng ran back with a cup of soy milk, what he saw was that when the crowd became more and more chaotic, the originally straight line became chaotic, and many people began to try to squeeze forward.

He felt a "thump" in his heart. Oops, when he arrived, the captain specially told him to keep an eye on the law and order here. Zhang Jun had no experience, so don't call any abnormal situation on the scene.

Especially when there are many people, the thieves running around know that everyone here has a lot of cash on them, which is especially dangerous!

He rushed over in two or three steps, and shouted eagerly at Zhang Jun at the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop: "Brother Zhang, let's go and maintain order, don't cause trouble!"

Zhang Jun gave him an annoyed look: "What a fuss, what problems can happen to hundreds of people, you just have to keep an eye on it."

He took Liu Dongfeng's soy milk, and retreated to the stove next to the steamed stuffed bun shop, crossing his legs.

What a sense of responsibility for a young man outside the establishment! This damn weather is so cold!

Liu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, turned around and ran to the factory gate alone.

The situation was not right, the crowd crowded in front of the door became more and more anxious, the noisy voices echoed to the sky, and there seemed to be a few suspicious-looking people in the crowd!

Qiu Mingquan was at the front of the queue, and now he could see that something was wrong, so he managed not to be squeezed out by the crowd by virtue of his dexterity.

After finally getting in line in front of him, he was about to stretch out the money, when an aunt next to him suddenly squeezed up, grabbed the front without any politeness, and slapped a stack of banknotes on the financial staff's desk: "I'll buy five thousand yuan! "

"Don't jump in line! That woman, be more conscious!" The people behind were anxious.

"That's right, don't stop!"

Feng Rui was also anxious: "Why are you so useless? Push her away!"

Qiu Mingquan hesitated: "I... I can't do it, why don't you come?"

"Are you kidding me! I never beat women, let alone such old women." President Feng Yizheng flatly refused.

Just as the two were giving way, the woman quickly bought the stocks and left with a happy face.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly squeezed his way up, and completed the registration and purchase process. Except for some spare money, the remaining two thousand yuan was exchanged for twenty 100-yuan vacuum electronic stocks, and he squeezed out of the crowd with great effort.

In the winter, I almost squeezed out a sweat.

He saw the steamed stuffed bun shop next to him at a glance, and ran over quickly, and was about to buy two meat buns to pad his stomach, when suddenly, he heard the fat woman's sharp voice screaming: "Ah! My money, my wallet was stolen! "

Qiu Mingquan looked up in surprise, and saw a figure as vigorous as flying, running towards the side of the crowd: "Don't run!"

A small man wearing a hat suddenly ran wildly, and the young policeman behind him chased after him, and the direction of the two of them was running towards this side.

A few steps away from the steamed stuffed bun shop, the young man behind was hungry and threw the thief in front of him on the ground: "Don't run! Follow me back to the police station!"

Feng Rui suddenly asked curiously: "Isn't this person your neighbor?"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, but after a closer look, he really was Brother Dongfeng!

At this moment, suddenly the thief on the ground flipped his wrist, flashed a gleaming knife from the padded coat, and stabbed Liu Dongfeng in the face.

Liu Dongfeng was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, the gangster was carrying a knife. When he dodged hard, the knife drew a bloodstain on the side of his neck. Immediately, bright red blood gushed out!

The little man's eyes were blood red, and he waved the knife again and again: "Go to hell!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly exclaimed, the knife was shining coldly, the blood on Liu Dongfeng's body was scary, and several people hesitated to step forward for a while, but Liu Dongfeng was in a hurry, this gangster was extremely crazy and fierce, and he couldn't hurt innocent people!

"Everyone, don't come here, the gangsters have knives! Brother Zhang, come and help!..." He shouted while holding back the pain.

In the steamed stuffed bun shop, Zhang Jun, who was crossing his legs and warming himself by the fire, stood up abruptly, and then sat down frightened.

Liu Dongfeng, that unlucky boy, don't be dying, there is so much blood on his body!

no no. No...he can't go up, what if he gets stabbed too? His feet trembled slightly as if they were nailed to the ground.

Qiu Mingquan looked at the young man in police uniform beside him, and frowned: "Uncle policeman?"

Zhang Jun met his clear gaze, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Little bastard, get out of here!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at him in surprise, stood up abruptly, and picked up the kitchen knife used for chopping meat at the bun shop.

As soon as Zhang Jun raised his head, he saw the strangely calm eyes of the child in front of him, and shrank back in fright. What the hell is that look!

"Hey, it's all about our own business, why do you care about this nosy business?" In the corner of consciousness, President Feng asked in surprise, "Isn't there a police here? Why are you joining in the fun?!"

"Brother Dongfeng is in danger, why not go up!" Qiu Mingquan shouted anxiously, wanting to rush over, Feng Rui hurriedly pointed out, "Sneak attack, idiot! Don't rush!"

Liu Dongfeng struggled desperately with the gangster. He was injured at the beginning, but now his disadvantages began to appear. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier. Unexpectedly, the gangster broke free from his shackles, stood up, and ran forward with all his might. .

Seeing that gangster was about to run away, something flew out of the steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road unexpectedly!

The heavy chopping board was hitting the gangster's forehead, causing him to stagger, his head sank, and before he could stand still, a small figure was like a deer, like a shooting star. Although his hands trembled a little, he still mustered up his courage. Brightly slashed down with a knife! ...

Amidst the exclamation, the gangster screamed, and the sharp kitchen knife cut through the winter cotton-padded clothes, directly cutting his arm!

When the warm sun is rising in winter, it emits a warm golden light on the bare treetops.

The soaring blood spattered three feet, the boy turned his back to the rising sun, his firm but weak figure was like a standing pine tree.

Trembling, Zhang Jun poked his head out of the steamed stuffed bun shop, looked at the gangster who was staggering and struggling, and still wanted to escape, hesitated for a moment, and retreated into the shop.

Liu Dongfeng had already arrived, and when he saw Qiu Mingquan, he exclaimed, "Why are you!"

After yelling, there was no time to say hello, so he quickly kicked the gangster's knife with his sharp eyes and kicked away. At this time, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop also woke up, and quickly found the rope for tying the pig from the back hall. Tie up tightly.

The gangster was right under everyone's feet, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit hard on the ankle of Qiu Mingquan who was closest to him!

Qiu Mingquan was small, and the cotton trousers he was wearing didn't fit well, and a short section of the trousers was exposed. Even though he was through the socks, he was bitten painfully.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly slapped it down, and then he let go of the gangster, but when the man raised his head, there was an obvious scar on his face, but his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

"Little bastard, you are ruthless. When I come out, I will kill your whole family!"

The onlookers were startled: ordinary thieves were arrested for stealing money, and rarely stabbed people with knives. Now that they are arrested, they are still so vicious!

"How dare you threaten revenge? Pretend to be afraid and kill him!" The cunning CEO Feng wanted to stand by and watch just now, but now he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Seeing Qiu Mingquan hesitate, he couldn't help being anxious, "Oh, get out of the way, I'm the one to do it." Bar!"

The people next to him felt that the child seemed to be frightened. They froze for a moment, then suddenly yelled with a trembling voice, and the kitchen knife in his hand dropped in a hurry!

The kitchen knife was used by the bun shop owner to chop meat for a long time, and it was extremely sharp. This time it fell, it happened to be unbiased, and the blade fell straight down to the gangster's hand.

With a more miserable scream, several fingers were broken from the middle, and blood flew straight.

The child seemed to be even more frightened, and staggered and fell to the ground.

The top-up CEO Feng quietly approached the gangster on the ground, the corner of his mouth curled up ironically, and he was no longer panicked: "The last one who said he wanted to kill my whole family has already been burned to black coals—who do you think you are?" what?"

...

His own child was so worry-free, not only did he have good grades, but he also wrote beautiful handwriting. For a moment, his heart was filled with tenderness, and when he looked at the back of the shadowy boy outside the school gate, his heart thumped.