"Hey brother, would you like to buy a cowhide bag?"
A slightly hoarse female voice was like thin snow falling on jagged rocks, with its original softness torn apart by the cracks in the stones.
Qiao Hui looked up.
Under the green cloth oil-paper umbrella, the girl was wearing a dark brown padded jacket, with her hair tied in a bun with a wooden hairpin. She had clear eyes, a straight nose, a small and delicate jaw, and an abacus was placed beside her.
Qiao Hui was not surprised at all.
What's so strange about someone who can calculate the Tianyuan style using an abacus?
It’s just strange that most women in this world are like peonies in a cage, lotus in water, red plum blossoms in the snow, and lilacs in the night, some are gorgeous, some are pure, some are elegant, and some are light - they are all flowers.
Only this girl is like a tree.
A holly tree whose leaves never shed or turn yellow even in the coldest winter.
"No."
Like a tree, like grass, even like a cactus, it has little to do with him.
Qiao Hui put his hands behind his back and said, "No one can get the Six-foot Xuan. This game where the banker is sure to win is meaningless. There is no need for a retail investor like me to carry the sedan chair for the banker."
"If you lose, what do you bet on?" Xianjin smiled, revealing his standard eight teeth.
Qiao Hui frowned.
Xianjin repeated, "You just said that no one can get the Liuzhang Xuan. If someone succeeds in getting the Liuzhang Xuan, what do you want to bet on?"
The girl's tone was gentle, but her attitude was firm.
Qiao Hui glanced at the woodcut version again.
You must collect five color sheets to exchange for a six-zhang Xuan.
Judging from the bags opened in the mountain courtyard today, only Zhang Wenbo and eight other students who bought more than a dozen bags opened colored color lists, and they were all the last three ranked red, cyan and blue.
There are nearly three hundred bags, and more than ten color sheets are opened, which is a one in thirty probability.
Among them, the number one ranked Moon White has not yet appeared.
God knows what the probability of the moon being white is!
Maybe it’s only one in a hundred!
Who can get it all together in eight days?
Qiao Hui raised his chin, with a hint of understanding and pride between his eyebrows, "The total number of bags and the number of colors are all determined by you - you set the rules, so you naturally know best how to win. It's not fair for me to make this bet with you."
Qiao Hui smiled, revealing a bit of youthful arrogance, "Similarly, it is not fair for you to be the banker in the mountain courtyard and to play the scholars around with a bet that you can't win at all."
Xianjin tilted his head and looked at Qiao Hui inconspicuously.
Wearing Songjiang cloth, padded shoes, and carrying a cloth bag exactly the same as everyone else, he looked no different from the other scholars in the academy.
Apart from this overly handsome face and a rather difficult and rebellious temperament.
This is a confrontation between ancient concepts and modern marketing.
Xianjin rolled his eyes and smiled, "How about this... I'll tell you a way to get Liuzhangxuan for sure. If you support the Chen family's business, whether you buy one bag or two bags, it will be fate. Do you think it's okay?"
Can you definitely get it?
In other words, this is the Tianyuan solution.
This bag is not worth one hundred and twenty cents, but this answer is.
Qiao Hui thought for a moment, took out a small amount of money from his sleeve and put it on the table, "I'd like to hear more about it."
Xianjin took the money in his hand first, then casually pulled out a bag from the cabinet, pushed it in front of Qiao Hui, and said with a smile, "It's very simple, buy all our bags!"
"If you buy them all, you can naturally complete the five-color list!"
Qiao Hui: ....
No...No business without fraud...
Even if you can do Tianyuan-style business... you are still cunning...
Even a business like a holly tree is treacherous...
Qiao Hui lowered his head and took a deep breath.
You can't say she's wrong.
Because she is not wrong.
When the cardinality is large enough, the probability will naturally increase. This is the simplest content in science.
But "buy them all" is obviously not the answer he wants...
Seeing that the scholar was depressed, Xianjin handed him a cup of tea and said with a smile, "I didn't mean to tease you, but you seemed to be prejudiced against Chen Ji's sales methods, so I unconsciously wanted to retort - good wine needs no bush, this old saying is true, but what if the good wine is not in the deep alley but in the shallow alley? Would more people be able to smell it? Would they be able to buy it?"
"The same goes for Chen Ji."
"We work diligently in making paper and doing business industriously. We have never cheated or deceived anyone, nor have we set up any schemes behind the scenes, nor have we fooled the scholars in the mountain academy. We just use some small tricks to let more people know about Chen Ji."
"You said that it is impossible for anyone to get the six-foot scroll, so I'll put it here, someone will definitely be able to get it."
Xianjin lowered his voice, "Our rule is to collect all five color slips, but there is no rule that only one person can collect all five color slips! Color slips can be exchanged, given as gifts, or even bought and sold. Although the probability of getting Liuzhang Xuan is small, it is definitely not zero."
Qiao Huishen glanced at Xianjin, put his hands behind his back, looked around the shed again, and was about to leave.
"Please stay!"
Xianjin greeted loudly.
Qiao Hui turned around.
Xianjin handed over the brown paper bag respectfully. "Your blind bag. It's just a small trick of Chen's. Don't take it seriously."
Qiao Hui stayed there for two breaths, then turned around to take the brown paper bag, raised his eyebrows, and whispered in Xianjin's ear, "After Master Li died in Baochanduo Temple, there is no more Liuzhang Xuan in the whole Jing County. Miss, since you are sure that someone can collect the five-color list, where did you get the Liuzhang Xuan?"
This time it was Xianjin's turn to have his mouth twitching.
This person is so annoying!
Poke where it hurts!
After Qiao Hui finished speaking, he walked away with a smile on his face.
“Boom boom boom—”
The evening drum sounded in the academy.
After a while, the scholars came down the stairs in groups of two or three, carrying cloth bags on their backs, and saw from afar another half-person-high woodcut plate placed in front of Chen's shed.
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