An Yuan'er kept an eye on Wan Fugui's speed. When Wan Fugui was about to finish calculating the first book, An Yuan'er would always put the book down before him.
Wan Fugui felt a sense of pressure. Out of the corner of his eye, he could sense that he was not as fast as An Yuan'er.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the abacus.
Doing the accounting looks easy, but it's actually quite tiring. After just a short while of pretending, An Yuan'er felt her mouth was dry and her back was sore from sitting for so long.
Guoguo understood An Yuan'er's meaning: "Miss, would you like some tea?"
An Yuan'er nodded: "I am a little thirsty."
An Yuan'er also asked Wan Fugui, "Do you want to drink?"
Wan Fugui was calculating the crucial moment when a light sweat appeared on his forehead. He was naturally thirsty, but his strong competitive spirit made him unwilling to stop: "I won't drink. You can drink it yourself."
"I'll drink it, then I'll drink it."
Guoguo naturally brewed a cup of tea for An Yuan'er. When she got close to An Yuan'er, she gestured with her eyes to look at the lid of the teacup.
An Yuan'er temporarily put down her abacus, took a sip of tea, and saw several numbers written on the lid of the teacup, which were exactly the amounts in these ledgers.
These ledgers were indeed randomly selected by Wan Fugui, but before the selection, all of them had been calculated and numbered. By simply using the number, one could find out the corresponding amount of money.
Although winning in this way is not honorable.
However, all's fair in war. Wan Fugui is young and impetuous. If we don't curb his arrogance, he might fall even harder when he actually encounters trouble in the future!
Wan Fugui was still calculating the last book when An Yuan'er blew out the incense in front of her.
"I'm done calculating."
After waiting a while, Wan Fugui finished calculating. He had used all his strength in this competition, but unexpectedly, he still lost in terms of speed.
He was somewhat unwilling to believe what he was seeing. Before the master craftsman could verify the accuracy, he excitedly stood up and rushed to An Yuan'er.
He compared the figures he had calculated with those of An Yuan'er, and the figures on the two slips of paper were exactly the same.
This proves that the two gave the same answer.
An Yuan'er thought to herself: Good lad, quite impressive, he actually got them all right.
That's what I thought, but An Yuan'er smiled and said, "My good little brother, are you convinced now?"
Wan Fugui clenched his fist, feeling somewhat unwilling but also helpless.
He lowered his head and reluctantly called out, "Sister."
"What? I can't hear you."
A true man can bend and stretch. Wan Fugui suddenly looked up at An Yuan'er and called out in a loud voice, "Sister."
An Yuan'er patted his head: "Good boy!"
An Yuan'er felt quite pleased to have gained such a big younger brother for free.
Although Wan Fugui was a bit temperamental, he was also straightforward. After losing, he said, "I will learn from all the masters you hire in the future. When I am faster at calculating accounts, you can compete with me again. I will definitely be able to beat you then."
Young people have boundless passion and motivation; losing once is okay, they can win it back next time.
An Yuan'er secretly thought: He has already won, even without a next time.
However, there should always be some goals. An Yuan'er, who has always been the younger sister, put on the airs of an elder sister and said, "Don't rush. Everything must be done step by step. Your sister's accounting skills are not something you can easily surpass. You need to be patient."
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