Chapter 2 Calculation
In the past two years, Han Yang worked two jobs. He had to get up at five in the morning and return home at eight in the evening. He then studied by himself until eleven-thirty, and he did the same thing every day for two years.
The two jobs brought Han Yang a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan. But after deducting rent, water and electricity fees, and various daily expenses, there was not much left.
Even so, Han Yang still saved money to buy a computer, opened VIP accounts of some self-study websites and knowledge libraries, and studied for two years, and finally completed the reserve of pre-knowledge.
Fortunately, after "swallowing" the abacus, Han Yang's brain was much smarter than before, and his energy was much better, so he could hold on.
Now that the knowledge reserve has been completed, it's time to really make computer chips. But Han Yang calculated that even if he bought the cheapest one, it would cost five or six thousand yuan. Counting the loss and daily expenses during the chip production period, at least another ten thousand yuan would be enough.
It would take about a year to save ten thousand yuan with the current job.
It's been too long, Han Yang can't wait any longer.
"I have to find a way to make some money quickly." Han Yang thought: "If there is really no other way, I can only take a risk."
Han Yang has quit those two jobs. From today on, Han Yang has completely become an unemployed vagrant. If he doesn't find a way to make some money quickly, not to mention buying materials, he won't even have food to eat.
The next morning, Han Yang got up early, took his dagger, rode the six-hand battery car he saved up to buy, and went straight to the grocery store.
"Boss, do you have tattoo stickers? The kind with dragons, tigers, etc., yes, this kind, give me two."
"How much are these sunglasses? And this chain."
In front of Han Yang, a large iron plate was filled with a pile of golden chains as thick as little fingers, which were very heavy to hold.
If it was really a gold chain, it would probably cost several million.
The boss glanced at the chain and said two words: "Twenty."
"Give me a chain, two tattoo stickers, and a pair of sunglasses, 56... Boss, give me a discount, round off the price, 50 is OK?"
After much persuasion, the bargaining reached 53 yuan and he could not pay it back any more. Han Yang had to pay 53 yuan while his heart was bleeding.
At this moment, there was still 560 yuan left in Han Yang's mobile banking account.
Bringing various things, Han Yang went straight home, carefully looked in the mirror, put the tattoo stickers on his body, put on sunglasses and a gold chain, and looked vaguely a bit gangster.
It's just that the clothes are old, which looks a bit unworthy.
Han Yang had no choice but to run to the clothes store again, picked out two cool clothes, and successfully took them home for 68 yuan.
After changing into these two clothes, slipping on slippers, and wetting his hair, he really looked a lot more gangster.
In the afternoon, when the tattoo was basically fixed, Han Yang walked out of the door and headed west to the vegetable market area.
He didn't ride an electric bike, which was too embarrassing.
Passing by Shen the Butcher's meat stall, Shen the Butcher looked at Han Yang with surprise, snorted heavily, and continued to chop meat. But the sound was much heavier than before.
Han Yang ignored him and went straight to the Black Three Casino a few kilometers away.
First, he found a small food stall outside the casino to fill his stomach, and then Han Yang braced himself and entered the casino.
Just in the afternoon, the casino was already crowded with people. All kinds of gangsters, social brothers, all kinds of gamblers, workers and the like were mixed together, and every card table was crowded. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and stench hit Han Yang in the face, making him dizzy.
Han Yang exchanged 400 yuan in chips and began to look for targets.
Han Yang never believed in luck, so those projects that relied purely on luck were directly excluded.
Now the only thing he can rely on is his memory and calculation ability that are beyond ordinary people after integrating the abacus. With these two points, Han Yang is confident that he can win money in projects with certain technical content.
After observing for a while, Han Yang chose a Doudizhu card table.
Previous observations have confirmed that there is no secret alliance or other tricks on this card table, and all the tables are shared by individual guests. After one of the gamblers left, Han Yang sat down directly.
After grabbing the cards, Han Yang immediately wrote down the cards he didn't have.
After several rounds of playing, there were 18 cards on the table. Among them, the landlord played 8 cards, the opponent played 5 cards, and he played 5 cards.
Han Yang remembered clearly who played which cards. Combined with the cards in his hand, Han Yang immediately calculated the card type in the landlord's hand.
"The landlord played a straight of eight to a circle, and a pair of sevens. I have three kings in my hand but no A, and the last K is in the opponent's hand. But he didn't play the single card before, so he must have a straight. I also have a seven in my hand, and the opponent's straight is seven to K, and the remaining cards are three stripes, just finished. The landlord has no bombs, and I have..."
"Bombs!"
After calculating the card pattern, Han Yang played bombs directly, suppressing the landlord's cards, and then broke his own straight, and deliberately put together a straight of seven cards.
The opponent looked at Han Yang in surprise, and played his own straight of seven cards with surprise, took the cards, and then played a three stripe directly, and the cards were finished.
In this round, the two peasants won and the landlord lost.
The landlord threw down the cards in his hand unwillingly, and continued to draw cards and play.
In another round, Han Yang glanced at the cards in his hand. The abacus beads in his head began to clatter. He calculated clearly in an instant: "I'm the landlord in this round. The winning rate is 72%. We can do it."
With Han Yang's extraordinary memory and calculation ability, Han Yang lost less and won more at the Landlord table, winning more than 2,000 yuan in three hours.
After that, Han Yang changed the card table and went to the Texas Hold'em table. After careful calculation, he won more than 2,000 yuan, which added up to more than 5,000 yuan.
The winnings and losses of 5,000 yuan were not big in this gambling den, and no one noticed him at the moment. But Han Yang still carefully controlled the card type, intentionally lost more than 1,000 yuan, and controlled the final profit to 4,000 yuan. Finally, he pretended to have bad luck, cursed, and exchanged chips directly and left.
The next day, he changed to another gambling den, and Han Yang did the same thing.
On the third day, Han Yang changed to a farther gambling den, and still operated in the same way. On this day, he won more than 7,000 yuan at most, and intentionally controlled and lost another 3,000 yuan.
At this moment, the money in Han Yang's hand has soared to more than 13,000 yuan.
"It's time to stop. If I keep going like this, someone will definitely notice me. It will be bad if I get shot from behind."
"Damn, what bad luck!"
Even though he had a king in his hand, Han Yang discarded the cards directly, took out two hundred chips and slapped them on the table, and left the table cursing, just like any other gambler who lost money.
After exchanging the chips for cash, Han Yang staggered out of the gambling den and started walking home.
"13,000, enough to buy materials and live for this period of time. Hmm? Not right."
Han Yang noticed from the corner of his eye that a dark and thin guy was sneaking behind him, as if he was following him.
"Damn, is that true? I only won 13,000 yuan in three gambling dens, and I'm being targeted?"
Cursing inwardly, Han Yang quickened his pace, deliberately hiding in crowded places, and when buying clothes, he threw away his original clothes, sunglasses, and gold chain, changed into long-sleeved shirts and long pants to cover the tattoos of the tattoo stickers, and ran away from the back door in a low-key manner.
After going around in circles and confirming that he had shaken off the stalker, Han Yang returned to his home.
"Huh... I finally have money."
Han Yang did not hesitate and immediately opened the online shopping website to start buying relevant materials.