In Awei's room.
After dissing Ren Yan, everyone in Class 9 started another discussion.
Now, Mr. Ren’s goal is set in stone.
Then we should consider how to use the 200,000 yuan.
Since Teacher Ren let everyone use the money as they wished, no one was too lazy to revise the rules and planned to simply divide the total 230,000 into 64 parts.
One for each person, buy what you want to put in your room.
Anyway, now that they know their teacher's plan, the people in Class 9 don't plan to spend money recklessly.
But when they were about to split, they were shocked.
Two hundred and thirty thousand, sixty-four people, after a simple arithmetic operation, they discovered an indisputable fact.
If divided in this way, each person can only get 3593.75 yuan.
Is this enough for them to decorate their own room?!
It’s not even enough to buy slightly better household items!
!
What a rip off!
Then, while everyone was speechless, another hidden task was brought up:
"Tell me, is there such a possibility?"
"Teacher Ren has already assumed the possibility that we thought of his original intention, and then added a new way of playing based on this possibility."
"And this way of playing is to make our money make money."
"Otherwise...you shouldn't make it so difficult for us..."
After these words echoed in the room, everyone in Class 9 fell down, some lying on the ground, all with expressions that showed they had lost all hope in life.
It’s a pity that my teacher doesn’t write suspense novels.
It is a chain of events that takes all the details into consideration, giving a clue for students to unravel and discover.
Then after discovering it, I was surprised to find that it was also a thread end?!
From now on, it will be endless and continuous? !
Damn, is this ever going to end?
!
The students of Class Nine let out a heartfelt cry of complaint.
But then, they formed a circle again.
Anyway, that's the way it is. If they don't solve it, they'll have to get on board in poverty. If they want to solve it, it's impossible to share the money...
Only by putting these 230,000 together can we achieve a qualitative change.
So who should be given this job of making money from money?
This is a problem.
After everyone frowned and glared, their eyes all turned to Wang Bo.
In Class 9, only Wang Bo has more experience.
Seeing his classmates looking at him, Wang Bo was stunned, pointed at himself, and said in disbelief:
"I?!
”
"Are you sure?"
"Nonsense, who else could it be if not you? Is there anyone in our class who can make money now?" Li Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly.
Wang Bo glanced around.
Indeed, now except for myself, everyone else is the one who spends money.
It is obviously difficult to make money from them.
"But... aren't you afraid that I will lose all the money again?" Wang Bo said hesitantly.
Everyone in Class Nine looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly:
“Originally, I was quite worried…”
“But there is no better way now~”
"And the previous incident was an accident. Although what Mr. Ren said makes sense, it was ultimately planned by him. It is really difficult for you to resist at the moment."
“But now there is no need to consider this aspect.”
"As long as you take steady steps, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Ah Wei said:
"Besides, after this lesson, you will have made some progress, so this is the best solution."
"In that case, we might as well give you a 'post-operative recovery'."
"These 230,000 yuan are equivalent to our medical expenses."
"If you win, you make a lot of money, and if you lose, you don't lose anything~"
"That's right, it's no big deal, each person is only a little over 3,000 anyway."
Other students echoed this.
In an instant, the whole room was filled with the smell of 'friendship'.
Wang Bo was suddenly touched for a moment.
Although his classmates forgave him after he apologized, Wang Bo always felt that there was still a slight gap between them.
It is impossible for their classmates not to have complaints after making them suffer such a huge loss.
But now, Wang Bo suddenly found that this gap had disappeared.
Class 9 is still the same Class 9 as before, and their attitude towards him has not changed at all.
Until now, this kind of "big job" has been handed over to me, and I don't care about gains and losses at all.
Especially the word "medical expenses", it sounded like heavenly music to his ears.
How much merit must I have accumulated in my previous life to have such a group of classmates...
In an instant, Wang Bo suddenly felt like crying. He wanted to bow down and pat his chest to assure his classmates that he would definitely play it safe this time!
We must never let our classmates suffer any loss!
I can't boast about anything else, but at least on the day of boarding, 5,000 yuan per person should be achievable~
However, just when Wang Bo was about to bow down.
Then I heard Li Cheng beside me whisper:
"You are the eldest son anyway, can you really let us down?"
"Given your personality, it's a real loss. You will definitely have to pay for us out of your own pocket."
"So, we don't have any cost pressure at all~"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in Class 9 looked at Li Cheng involuntarily.
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