Five minutes later, Ye Chen walked out of the gate of the cannery, while Li Quanlin walked behind, dragging ten boxes of cans on a wooden cart.
From beginning to end, Li Quanlin was completely confused.
He knew that what Ye Chen just said was all nonsense, but the other party really believed it and even sent ten boxes of cans!
These days, canned food is a rare thing, and during the holidays, there is definitely a chance to give canned goods away.
Ye Chen turned back to look at Li Quanlin, who looked confused, and said with a smile: "Teacher Li, take a box back and try it?"
"No no no."
Li Quanlin waved his hand hurriedly, "I can't afford such a valuable thing, are you sure you want to do this?
Aren’t you afraid that the other party will call the police?”
"This little thing is nothing to a state-owned factory. It's not worth it. Besides, it was returned to him in two days. Now it's just borrowed."
Ye Chen said indifferently.
"Um?"
Li Quanlin was a little puzzled.
"I'll explain it to you later. Teacher Li should have a pen and paper in his bag, right?"
Ye Chen asked.
"Well, what do you want to do?"
Ye Chen put his hand on Li Quanlin's shoulder and told him about his plans to start a street digital game business.
After hearing this, Li Quanlin hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, no, how is that possible! This is too simple! Go to our village and find some old men, they also know how to write 1-500!"
"Oh, if you don't believe it, just come with me and help me move these cans."
Ye Chen said, got on his bicycle, pulled Li Quanlin and headed towards a technical secondary school in Luo City.
But on the way, they found a place to change their clothes.
The two arrived at their destination soon.
As soon as he arrived at the place, Li Quanlin looked at Ye Chen in shock, "You want to do it here?
How is it possible! These people are all intellectuals! Writing a number is not an easy task?
Is this doing business?
This is charity!"
The technical secondary schools of 1980 are not the technical secondary schools of 2020. At this time, when the people in them are out of society, various companies are rushing to get them.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a high-level intellectual.
And the reason why Ye Chen chose this place was precisely because of this.
The subtlety of the game of writing numbers on the streets is that the apparent difficulty and actual difficulty are completely different.
This makes it easy for people to think, "I can fuck me!"
Then obediently hand over the money.
The easiest people to be fooled are these arrogant intellectuals.
Thinking about it, Ye Chen found a piece of cardboard and wrote on it: write the numbers 1-500, deposit one yuan, if there are no mistakes in the whole process, the deposit will be refunded, and a can will be given as a gift; if there is one mistake, the deposit will be confiscated.
Then the school entrance was erected, and then ten boxes of cans were opened one after another and placed outside for attention.
Soon, a group of students gathered around.
"If you write 1 to 500, can you give away cans?
So simple?
My cousin who is in the third grade of elementary school can write whatever he wants!"
"Today's canned food costs 2 yuan a bottle, right? Just give it away casually?"
"The key is to come to our school gate. Isn't this provocation?"
"Look at the clothes he is wearing. He is from the countryside. He has never gone to school. How difficult is it to write a number?"
…
The students ridiculed one after another. Li Quanlin felt that he could not save his face, so he silently retreated to the back, waiting for Ye Chen to pay everything and then go back to school with him.
But Ye Chen's face was extremely excited.
Yes, yes, what I want is your arrogance!
"Boss, are you lying?"
In the crowd, a pretty girl said with a smile.
"That's not possible. I have all the cans here. There are so many of you, how can I still run away?"
Ye Chen said in a pretentious manner, "You don't know. I tried it at home, but it really didn't work. I couldn't write until I reached a hundred!"
The girl laughed and asked, "What's after a hundred?"
"1001?"
Ye Chen scratched his head and said with a simple face.
"Hahahahaha!"
Everyone laughed.
Everyone saw at this time that Ye Chen was indeed uneducated and couldn't even count numbers. They thought counting numbers was difficult.
Little did they know that in the eyes of talented students like them, it was simply not worth mentioning.
"Boss, let me try!"
The girl smiled, took out a dollar and said.
Just as Ye Chen was about to take the money, a boy squeezed in from behind and said, "Bai Yuanyuan, didn't you say you were very busy?"
Obviously, Bai Yuanyuan is that girl's name.
"Wang Wen, it doesn't matter to you whether I'm busy or not!"
Bai Yuanyuan looked unhappy.
"Haha, I invited you to dinner. You didn't have time, but you have time to play with this old farmer here?"
Wang Wen asked.
His family was in business, he had a little money, he was pretty good-looking, and he had no trouble chasing girls at school. However, when he met Bai Yuanyuan, who ignored him, he suddenly felt unconvinced.
"Speak more clearly! Wasn't your family also farmers three generations ago?"
Bai Yuanyuan said with a cold face.
"Why would you rather play with him than eat with me?"
"Is it okay that he is more handsome than you?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Wen's face turned green and he looked at Ye Chen angrily. He was indeed more handsome than him!
Ye Chen looked helpless at this time, "No, no, no, you are handsome, so can you not affect my business?"
"hehe."
Wang Wen turned a deaf ear to Ye Chen's words, looked at the cardboard, and said sarcastically, "It's so shameful to be uneducated. How difficult do you think it is to write numbers as simple as this?"
If you don't have enough brains, don't go out to do business! This is a school, not a place for old farmers like you to run wild!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen looked unhappy and said, "If you think it's easy, try it yourself, don't take it from an old farmer. What's wrong with farmers?"
I, the proletariat, are the most glorious. Do you look down on the proletariat?
So what class are you from?"
When Wang Wen heard this, he was stunned.
In this era of big state-owned enterprises, he doesn't dare to do anything politically incorrect, otherwise he will be picked out in the future and his future will be affected.
Wang Wen ignored the second half of Ye Chen's sentence and said to Bai Yuanyuan, "You are also a top student yourself, so don't waste your time with these uneducated people every day!"
Then he took out a big unity card and threw it to Ye Chen, "Ten dollars first! If I don't write you off as bankrupt today, it won't be over! Whoever runs away will be the grandson!"
When Ye Chen saw this, he called out "big deal!"
In this era when pork in many places costs less than 50 cents a pound, a big solidarity ticket is half a month’s salary for many workers!
"Here comes the pen!"
"Here comes the paper!"
Wang Wen yelled arrogantly, and those who didn’t know it thought they were coming from a literary group who wanted to recite poems on the spot.
"You come, you come!"
Ye Chen held back his laughter and said.
Soon, the props were set up, and Wang Wen crawled on the table, took a pen and started writing on the paper.
Everyone around was looking at it curiously. After all, it was the first time for everyone to see this kind of street game.
Wang Wen seemed very relaxed at first, but when he wrote more than 100, his hands began to get sore, but he had no intention of slowing down.
First, it would be a bit embarrassing to slow down, and second, I feel that it is impossible to go wrong with something so simple.
Li Quanlin behind him looked at Wang Wen's relaxed look, then looked at the cans, and couldn't help but feel distressed.
Ye Chen could tell from his expression that the other party was tired, and he thought something was about to go wrong.
Sure enough, when the number reached 137, when Wang Wen was writing the last 7, his right hand moved up uncontrollably and turned into 8!
Everyone around him saw his mistake and were stunned.
"Um?
wrong?
500 numbers, that’s only one-fifth!”
"Hahahaha, this is too shameful! Just now you said you were a top student!"
"I said I wanted to write someone off as bankrupt, but it turned out to be wrong the first time!"
…
Everyone laughed, and Wang Wen suddenly lost his composure. He had clearly written very relaxedly just now, but for some reason his brain suddenly twitched!
Ye Chen smiled and put the money into his pocket, replaced it with a piece of paper for Wang Wen, and said meaningfully: "Classmate Wang, whoever runs away will have a grandson."
At this time, Wang Wen's temper suddenly rose, "Do it again! I just made a mistake!"
Then Wang Wen grabbed a piece of paper and started writing.
The emotions of the students around him were instantly ignited, and they all felt that it was Wang Wen's problem and they could definitely do it themselves!
After all, it seems too simple!
"Boss, give me a piece of paper. I want to write too. I have a pen!"
"I also want!"
“There’s no room left!”
"I'm on the ground!"
…
Suddenly, Ye Chen's business became booming.
With him at the center, there are people writing numbers all around, some even crawling on the ground to write!
Ye Chen suppressed his inner ecstasy and silently counted the deposit in his hand. There was more than forty yuan!
You know, my monthly salary is only 35!
Li Quanlin was dumbfounded. He didn't even know why Wang Wen, a technical secondary school student, made such a simple mistake and wrote 7 instead of 8!
"Ye Chen, this... coincidence?"
Li Quanlin asked softly.
"No, I'm not gambling."
Ye Chen also responded quietly.
"What's the point of that?"
"I'll tell you later. There are a lot of people now. Please help me keep an eye on it! Collect money and hand out papers!"
"All right."
Li Quanlin drooped his ears and turned around. Those who wanted to participate thrust money into his hand like paper.
In less than a minute, people started making mistakes one after another.
"Fuck! This is what happened!"
"I wanted to write 1, but why did I write 5 instead?"
"I just wrote 99!"
…
Soon, the first batch of people were finished. None of them had finished, and the most they had written was more than 300.
But these students were not convinced. Except for some who were short of money, those who had a lot of money all started to "do it again."
Especially Wang Wen, who unknowingly finished writing ten yuan, still refused to admit defeat, threw Ye Chen a big unity card, and continued to work hard.
However, students including Wang Wen were worse off the second time than the first time!
An hour later, the students around them all gave up and gave up and stopped continuing.
In the eyes of these technical secondary school students, this is an extremely simple thing, but no one has completed it!
The money in Ye Chen's hand also reached 159 yuan!
Wang Wen stood up from the ground with his arms hanging down and glared at Ye Chen.
He has already contributed 50 yuan to Ye Chen!
When I was writing later, I started to make mistakes even when I was about 20 years old!
"Classmate Wang, what's wrong?
continue or not?
Who ran away..." Ye Chen said with a smile, but was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking.
"Run away!"
Wang Wen said angrily, turning around and leaving regardless of whether he was a grandson or not!
If he doesn't leave, he will lose all his living expenses this month!
Ye Chen looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late, and almost no one dared to try it anymore. He immediately put away the cardboard, put the cans on the wooden trolley, dragged them on his bicycle, and left with Li Quanlin.