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Chapter 8
The couple paid a dollar and started to write. At first, the woman was very proud, as if she had settled on 20 yuan, but the more she wrote, the more she understood that it was not easy, and they began to talk about regret, scam or something, wait until In the end, they really made a mistake. The man wanted to pay, and the woman immediately looked bad and stopped him and said:
"Why pay for it?"
The man glanced at Su Weiwei. Su Weiwei was very beautiful, very like the heroine in a Hong Kong film. He was a little embarrassed to lose face in front of her, "We are willing to admit defeat."
"What do you lose! This is obviously a scam! If there are no ghosts, how could we not even write 600! I think she is a liar! This money can't be given!"
When she shouted, many people gathered around to watch the fun. Everyone pointed to Su Weiwei's street vendors and had their own opinions, but because no one who challenged has won so far, many people are questioning the game. Su Weiwei couldn't help laughing, this game really looks simple but difficult to do, but if he wants to make money, if he loses, he will make trouble like this, and his face is too ugly.
"So, what do you mean, you want to win 10 bucks, and it's a scam if I don't let you win?"
The woman was stagnant, and said: "I don't care! I watched it for more than half an hour, and no one has won so far. You still say that you are not a liar!"
At the moment, a few women said a few words for the women, and the women immediately became high-spirited, "Look! Everyone suspects that it is fake, and I am not alone in saying this. I think there is something wrong with your game!"
Su Weiwei frowned: "If you can't do it yourself, it doesn't mean that others can't do it. I advise you to be careful when you speak. It's not easy for me as a woman to take care of children. You ruin my business by saying this casually. Can you afford the consequences? "
The woman snorted coldly: "I don't care how easy it is for you! If you have the ability, you can write it and see. If you can write it right, I believe you didn't lie to me."
This woman obviously doesn't want to give money. There is no such good thing in this world. If she wins, she will be happy, and if she loses, she will be ugly. Su Weiwei was about to reason with her, when suddenly Tseng Tsang stood up, went to the table and took a piece of paper and stuffed it with Su Weiwei.
Su Weiwei took the paper from Tseng Tseng's hand in confusion. It was she who drew a talisman for Tseng Tseng's ghost yesterday. She was in the mood to take a closer look.
However, Tseng Tseng refused, and pointed at the paper ahhhh, Su Weiwei could only pick up the paper again, and when she saw her eyes, she never left the paper, and she became more and more surprised. In the end, she revealed that she didn't know what it meant. smirked, and then stared at the couple amusingly.
The woman had a bad premonition, but she immediately denied her idea. How old is this child, how could he possibly write it right?
Su Weiwei handed over the paper, and his voice became louder, "Everyone, come and see! Who said my game is a lie? My son is only three years old, and he can write whatever he wants."
"Isn't it? Such a small child."
"My child is so young that he can't handle chopsticks~"
"Not so godlike? Can you write 600 numbers so small? Isn't it?"
However, everyone circulated it, and it was true that although the numbers on the paper were crooked and looked like caterpillars crawling, they were written word for word. Some people suspected that Tseng Tseng could not hold a pen, so Tseng Tsang immediately took the pen to write word by word. Although it was not as neat as an adult, and the speed was slow, judging from the font, it was indeed written by him on the paper just now.
It is not easy to count at a young age. He can write so many numbers. Even the woman can't say anything. He immediately reluctantly threw the money away, and he was embarrassed and angry when he left.
Su Weiwei was even more surprised than them. How did a three-year-old child do this? She realized with hindsight that Tseng Tseng is not an ordinary three-year-old child. First of all, Tseng Tsang is a character in the book and cannot be judged by common sense. Then, the book once said that Tseng Tsang is very talented in numbers and painting. , How talented are you? It is said that Tseng Tseng's eyes are human flesh cameras. As long as he has seen something, he will never forget it, and he will be able to teach it once. He is especially sensitive to numbers. It is precisely because of this that Tseng Tseng will skip grades one after another later. The gifted youth class.
Su Weiwei swallowed her saliva, her son is a boss, how could she forget it.
The people around were praising Tseng Tsang, Tseng Tsang pursed his lips and looked at Su Weiwei, his eyes flickered and his face full of anticipation, Su Weiwei smiled, touched his head and praised: "Tsing Tsang is amazing! Counting is more than mother's. Awesome!"
The corners of Tseng Tsang's mouth were so high, so this is called great? It turned out that as long as he performed better, his mother would praise him, and he decided to perform well in the future to let his mother know that he was definitely much better than Liang Xiaomei!
With the episode of Tseng Tseng, many more people came to challenge. Next evening, Su Weiwei counted the money and found that the gross receipts in his hand were actually a few more dollars than yesterday.
She had nothing to pack, and she could leave with a pat on the buttocks. Before she left, several neighbors grabbed her and asked questions.
The aunt said excitedly: "Little girl, tell aunt honestly, what is the trick?"
"I watched for two days and no one wrote it correctly. Is there something wrong with your paper? Do you keep interrupting the other person when writing?"
Su Weiwei smiled and shook his head, "Where, didn't you all see it? There is no problem with the paper, and I never interrupt the question. In fact, there is no trick to this game."
"There is no trick?" Aunt obviously didn't believe it. "How come there is no trick? I said girl, you probably regret not telling me, right? Are you afraid that Aunt will steal your business? Don't worry, Aunt will definitely not be with you. Set up a stall together."
Su Weiwei smiled and waved, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that there is really no trick, why do you think they can't write it? To tell you the truth, the game itself has a certain degree of difficulty, because when most people write it, they will Remind yourself to write clearly, write carefully, write carefully, and do not make mistakes. This requires a high concentration of the brain, and the time for a high concentration of the human brain is usually 5-10 minutes. It is easy to make mistakes, so it is not easy for the average person to write 300 pieces correctly, this game is to use the psychology that many people take for granted, thinking that it is easy, but it is actually quite difficult.”
"So that's how it is..." The aunt nodded in understanding, "Girl, the first time I saw you, I felt that you were different from ordinary people, really, I can't tell, you said that we never thought of this kind of game, and sure enough People can't do without knowledge, girl, you should be someone who has read books, right?"
Su Weiwei smiled and nodded without saying anything. How many people has she met in her previous life? How many people have you dated? How many people have you met? In fact, Su Weiwei doesn't remember anymore. It's no surprise that this aunt will be like other insignificant people in her life, and there will be no traces of coming and going.
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When they went back in the evening, Tseng Tsang and Liang Xiaomei both ate the eight-treasure candy that Su Weiwei bought as they wished. They each had a candy in their mouths and leaned on Su Weiwei happily, the front one was nestled in her arms, and the back one was attached to her back. On the top, each one is tightly attached, unwilling to loosen it.
Liang Weidong was called by Master that night and never came back. Su Weiwei didn't see him the next morning and planned to go to the hospital for a physical examination. She always felt dizzy recently. When she went to the hospital, the doctor asked her to draw blood. The big problem is just ordinary anemia. When she left the hospital, Su Weiwei's needle still hurt, so she couldn't help rubbing it. The nurse just now was so outrageous that she almost stabbed her into a skewer.
"Wei Dong," Su Weiwei kept spring-like warmth to the boss, "I'm looking for you. I'll be going back later. Before I leave, I want to give you the money I just earned."
Su Weiwei said, took out the handkerchief that wrapped the money, and sighed while counting: "Sister-in-law is useless, it took so many talents to raise such a small amount of money, after all the calculations, my sister-in-law can only give you 150 yuan, Weidong, you Don't think the money is low, I have inquired about it, the No. 1 middle school in the city is taking repeat students, and you can reduce the tuition fee by repeating your grades. After paying the tuition fee of 150 yuan, it should be enough for a semester. The sister-in-law is useless and can't make a lot of money , there is only such a small amount of money, don't dislike it..."
Liang Weidong's master was recently hospitalized, and he was kind to him, so he stayed with him in the hospital last night.
After listening to Su Weiwei's words, the surprise on his face widened, "sister-in-law, where did you get the money?"
Su Weiwei smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't worry about where your sister-in-law's money comes from, just take the money and I'll go back to the village now."
For a moment, Liang Weidong was pleasantly surprised that he could finally walk into the campus again, but the next second his eyes fell behind her. This is the side door of the hospital. It is a blood selling point set up by the hospital for blood sellers. All the people who came out were pale and covered their arms. Although Su Weiwei forced a smile in front of her, she still couldn't hide the paleness on her face. , she rubbed her fingers to her arms, and she still looked dodgy, plus she didn't want him to continue to ask questions...
Liang Weidong's face turned pale, and the money Su Weiwei handed over suddenly became hot. For a moment, he was excited for the money to study, but when he knew where the money came from, he could no longer enjoy his sister-in-law's contribution with peace of mind. , He stepped back from time to time, his eyes gradually blurring.
"Sister-in-law, how can you!"
"Gah?" Su Weiwei didn't know why he had such a hellish expression, it seemed like his soul was being tortured, what did she do? Could it be that Liang Weidong knew that she was acting and that she was going to set up a stall to make money? "Weidong, listen to my explanation, in fact, things are not what you think, this money..."
"Enough! Sister-in-law, how can you..." Liang Weidong's tears kept rolling in his eyes.
"No, no, Wei Dong, listen to me, this money is actually... Hey, let me tell you the truth..."
"I know! Sister-in-law, you went to draw blood to sell money, right?"
"You know? Well, it's actually... what?" Su Weiwei was shocked, selling blood? Where did Liang Weidong come to this conclusion?
Liang Weidong lowered his head, like a peacock being beaten, but the 1.8-meter man cried like a child in front of Su Weiwei.
"Sister-in-law, how much is blood worth? How much blood do you have to sell to make up the 150 yuan? How many pinholes does it take? No wonder your whole arm hurts, sister-in-law."
"..." That was pressed by Chen Chen when he was sleeping last night.
"You look so pale..."
"..." I didn't have sunscreen, so I rubbed a lot of prickly heat powder for sun protection.
"Sister-in-law, how can you do this? Although I want to study, how can I be so selfish and at ease to see you sell blood to pay for my tuition? I'm really useless, my elder brother is gone, I can't take care of you and take care of this family, I want you to suffer this kind of crime for me, I can't ask for this money, I..." Liang Weidong burst into tears.
"..." This is such a big misunderstanding! What should I do if I can't close the venue?