Chapter 8 The Tyrant Formula

Zhao Dacang suddenly jumped up in surprise as if an unfamiliar hand had reached into his crotch: "What? You asked me to open the garbage? Xiao Ming, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't talk nonsense, tell you to flip it, hurry up! Remember, it's within ten minutes!" Ye Ming's eyes were condensed, terrifying, and Zhao Dacang couldn't help but wilt when he thought of his previous ruthless methods, and he had no choice but to do so. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"A young man, young, has hands and feet and does not go to the society to work hard, and actually picks up garbage, what a depravity. As soon as the Zhao Gunner reached into the trash can, a passerby passed by with disdainful eyes.

"If you don't study hard, you'll have to pick up garbage like this beggar in the future. "

"Knowing Ma Ma, I will definitely study hard. Another mother and son passed by Zhao Dacang. Zhao Dacang was so aggrieved that he was about to cry, Xiao Ming, I owe you that you are a good buddy, aren't you deliberately trying to fix me? Pity my handsome and dashing temperament, it was all ruined at once.

"My grass, who the used this thing and didn't tie it properly?" He finally couldn't help jumping up when Zhao Dacang felt out a thick condom, but after a while, he was a little stunned, because he really saw a small black cloth bag.

"Is there really such a thing?" Zhao Dacang also forgot the so-called humiliation on his body at this time, driven by curiosity, he also ignored the dirty trash can, leaned over and quickly fished out the cloth bag.

"Xiao Ming, you are really godly, how did you know that the trash can has this thing?" I checked the cloth bag and found that it was still a little thick, and I didn't know what garbage was inside.

"Come with me. After looking around left and right, Ye Ming ran to the front and stopped a taxi, although Zhao Cannon was puzzled, he still chose to follow.

A few minutes later, Ye Ming and Zhao Cannon arrived at an old site of the Anti-Japanese War with complex terrain and many streets.

got out of the car, and took Zhao Cannon to a remote corner, looking at his embarrassed appearance, Ye Ming smiled and pointed to the black cloth bag in his hand: "You open the cloth bag and see if there are 60,000 yuan in it?"

"What, 60,000 RMB??" Zhao Cannon was suddenly startled, didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly opened the black cloth bag, only to see that there was really a pile of thick RMB inside, and counted it carefully, no more, no less, it was really 60,000 RMB!

At the same time, in the original position of Ye Ming and Zhao Cannon, a group of people came.

"Boss, all the trash cans were emptied, and no black cloth bags were found. "

"Damn, Jin Laide, this bastard, dare to play Lao Tzu? go, take the guy with me to find him, damn, he doesn't show up until now, he still thinks I'm afraid of him!"

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"Actually... It turned out to be really 60,000 yuan!" Zhao Dacang was shocked incomparably for a while, and his eyes when he looked at Ye Ming were no longer questioning and complaining, but admiring and worshipping alive.

Smelling the smell of RMB, even if there was a bit of garbage sticking to the sour smell Zhao Dacang felt that the aroma was secret, where was there still the appearance of being wronged and disgusted before? He couldn't help but raise his thumb at Ye Ming: "Dude, you are really too good, I Zhao Dacang has never served a few people in my life, today you count one! Tell me quickly, how did you know that there are 60,000 yuan in the trash can?"

Ye Ming smiled: "It's calculated through equations." As he spoke, he tore off a page of paper full of obscure formulas and gave it to Zhao Dacang.

Looking at the note in his hand that except for the result of 'X<10min=60000', which can be understood slightly, the other processes are all incomprehensible, Zhao Dacang suddenly felt that his outlook on life and worldview from childhood to adulthood had undergone earth-shaking changes.

If min is a minute, X < 10 min means X minutes is less than 10, which means that this process needs to be completed within ten minutes?

"How is it possible, this kind of thing can still be calculated through formulas?" Zhao Dacang was shocked, if the money can be calculated by equations, then what kind of hooligan can he collect protection money, just go back to school to study, this technology comes too fast and too happy! 60,000 yuan at a time, let alone turning over the trash can, if you want me to dig the manure pit, I am also willing!

Poor money worshipper Liu Ling thought that she had found the son of a steel boss and was proud, but she didn't know that the real local tyrant was alive by her own side, she was willing to seek the near and the far and the big and take the small, I am afraid that after knowing the truth, the real tears will fall, right?

Looking at Zhao Dacang's pious expression of wanting to kneel down and lick his toes, Ye Ming smiled and hurriedly flashed to the side, if it weren't for the limited level of the quantity formula, he could even write a formula with a result equal to hundreds of millions.

It's a pity, for today's self, this kind of 'local tyrant formula' can pick up 60,000 yuan is already very good, if you want more, in addition to relying on your own strength to recover, you also need to unseal the number of higher-level formulas, after all, the result of the assignment equation can not be written, if you slap the face and fill the fat man to write a formula that exceeds the scope of ability, the worst result is probably the destruction of the formula.

"Brother Xiao Ming, just teach me, how did you do it?" Zhao Dacang was like a girl with a spring in his eyes at this moment, and he almost rushed over and hugged Ye Ming's thighs to be coquettish.

"Heaven can only understand, don't be opportunistic, it's okay to read more books, as long as you are willing to work hard, you may be able to do it like me in the future." "Yes, you can be like me, if you can live for 100,000 years. Ye Ming smiled, but he didn't say it.

Since the law can give birth to people, people are naturally subject to the law, and Zhao Dacang is of course no exception, this is the natural law of heaven and earth, if you want to change the law, unless you are strong enough to control the law like Ye Ming. So it's not that Ye Ming doesn't want to teach, but the reality is too cruel, so it's right to give Zhao Dacang a beautiful dream to struggle.

"I see, is this the legendary 'Golden House of Books'? Zhao Dacang came to his senses, he felt that his thoughts had been sublimated by qualitative changes all of a sudden, and he had entered a state of enlightenment, and now he finally knew why everyone who walked out of society would regret that he had not studied well in school back then, and it turned out that reading well was such an awesome thing! He swore that he would definitely attend classes in the future, listen well to lectures, complete homework on time, and become a 'scholar' like Ye Ming in the future.

"Don't be so beautiful that you snot bubble yet, this money is not for you. After snatching Zhao Dacang's black cloth bag, under the gaze of the former with a particularly reluctant expression, Ye Ming smiled and took out a dozen of the yuan: "But I don't like to owe favors to others, I took 500 yuan from you before, and now I will pay you back 10,000, let's settle it." "

Although the RMB has decreased a lot all of a sudden, it is also 10,000 yuan, which is better than nothing, Zhao Dacang is also very happy, obediently, if this 10,000 yuan is exchanged for protection money, he will have to collect at least half a semester to make up enough, borrow 500 and repay 10,000, Ye Ming, this kid didn't see that he was so generous? I knew that he was so generous, I would have to make up more money for him even if I went to sell chrysanthemums.