2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

The prize pool is just too tempting.

The number of applicants for the digital challenge suddenly surged.

But after several rounds of challenges, no one felt anything was wrong.

"How did you suddenly write something wrong?"

"Damn it, I thought the next number should be 378, but when I put pen to paper I wrote 379."

"What a pity! This person almost succeeded!"

"Time is running out."

"He can win a maximum of 50."

One challenger was almost successful, but made a mistake in his haste at the last minute.

He couldn't help but complain to the onlookers behind him:

"Can you people watching from behind please be quiet? You're disturbing me!"

The person behind was also unconvinced and retorted:

"Is something this simple even worth mentioning?"

"Yeah, looks like you weren't paying attention in class!"

"If you're incapable, don't blame the road for being uneven!"

"Exactly, exactly, bad luck, can't blame society!"

The others chimed in.

The challenger, somewhat exasperated, snapped, "If you think it's easy, then come and try it!"

"Let's give it a try!"

"I've already paid, it's my turn soon, just wait and see if I win the prize!"

The onlookers couldn't figure out the trick.

But this novel street challenge game made the scene incredibly lively.

For a time, this place even became the largest gathering point for people in the entire square.

More and more people are eager to try it.

After Qin Hanyang arranged all the tables, each group of challengers could now accommodate a total of 16 people.

Many of them were stubborn and participated in the competition repeatedly.

This took more than an hour.

Two contestants, after being reminded by others, deliberately slowed down and wrote each word carefully. In the end, they narrowly missed the deadline and won the lowest tier of 50 yuan cash prize.

This was of no consequence to Qin Hanyang.

He was even secretly pleased.

This, in turn, proves that the challenge is feasible, giving more people hope.

The challenge has now reached its 9th round.

At this moment, he had already earned nearly 3500 yuan from the 30 yuan per person ticket fee alone!

"Xiao Qin, it's almost 10 o'clock, and the square lights will be turned off soon."

The stall owner, Zhang Yu, walked over and reminded Qin Hanyang.

Today, thanks to Qin Hanyang, she achieved her highest sales volume since she started her stall!

Many onlookers felt there was more to it than they imagined, but they couldn't resist the excitement, so they ordered cold drinks at their shop and watched while they ate.

"Okay, sis, this round of challenges is over for me too."

Qin Hanyang nodded.

He had now secured the two thousand yuan he had promised his uncle, and he was ready to close up shop.

Another few minutes passed.

Amidst the gasps of the onlookers, all 16 challengers in this round were defeated once again.

"Everyone, the lights in the square will be turned off soon. Tonight's challenge is over. We'll come back tomorrow."

"Damn it, we've been fooled! I knew this thing was something else!"

"I'm not coming tomorrow!"

"That son of a bitch is finally here!"

Some people left, grumbling and cursing.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The stall owner, Zhang Yu, brought them both a drink:

"Xiao Qin, Xiao Yue, come and have a bowl of mung bean soup. This is a gift from your sister. Your brother can take care of the table and chairs, so don't worry about it."

"Thanks, Sister Zhang."

The two thanked them, but continued working on the cleanup without stopping.

After Qin Hanyang put the iPod and its box into his backpack, he threw the rest of the empty boxes into the trash can that Zhang Yu had provided for them.

"Hey, all your prizes are empty?"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were dumbfounded.

They never expected that Qin Hanyang would be so bold as to have tricked everyone!

Even they were secretly amazed at how strong this young man was and how big the prize pool was. They thought Qin Hanyang was some rich young master who was really giving away benefits!

In the end, they only found it incredibly ridiculous.

—You can actually play like this?

Zhang Yu's husband, He Yang, asked incredulously, "Aren't you afraid that one of them will succeed in the challenge? What if you can't produce the required amount then?"

"hey-hey."

Qin Hanyang chuckled awkwardly, neither confirming nor denying the matter.

Only Jiangnan Yue muttered to herself, "As expected."

She was the only one who came into contact with the prizes midway through the process, and she thought Qin Hanyang was incredibly audacious.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu laughed and scolded her husband:

"You're the idiot! Xiao Qin must be confident to do this! I see now, even if you had 20 minutes, you might not be able to write these 400 numbers correctly, let alone 6 minutes."

He Yang was scolded but didn't dare to talk back. He asked, "You're throwing all these prizes away? Are we not doing it tomorrow?"

"Yes, I have something to do tomorrow, I'll come again next time."

Qin Hanyang came here just to make a quick buck.

Taking advantage of the novelty of the game, they deliberately set extremely tight time limits!

It's worth noting that this street number-writing challenge game has been thoroughly overused and adapted in later generations.

Later, some people even dared to make the challenge time unlimited!

You can still make money easily!

Because all the challengers underestimated the game and overestimated their own concentration, not to mention the influence of the surrounding environment.

The chances of him suffering an unexpected setback today are almost 0%!

After finishing the cold drink Zhang Yu had given him, Qin Hanyang said goodbye to the two of them.

"Let's go, Brother Zhao, Sister Zhang."

"Okay, you've got so much money on you, be careful when you get back."

Zhang Yu glanced at his backpack and reminded him again.

"It's okay, sis, I'll come back for your mung bean soup again next time."

Qin Hanyang knew what was going on, but he was still grateful for the kindness and care shown by this stranger.

In fact, he had already discovered it.

There were a few street thugs around, their eyes fixed on them with ill intent.

After all, he was the most handsome guy in the whole square tonight!

Now you could say he has a huge fortune!

This is 2003.

Back in Guangzhou, motorcycle gangs are still brazenly robbing people on the streets!

Jiangnan Yue has not yet discovered these problems.

He followed Qin Hanyang on his own, walking beside him.

Meanwhile, the few thugs with ill intentions surrounded them and slowly approached.

And so, Qin Hanyang walked to the edge of the square.

"Li Ergou, get the hell over here!"

On the roadside, a man wearing slippers leaned against a motorcycle and shouted angrily.

The street urchins behind Qin Hanyang rushed over quickly.

"Brother Fei."

"Snapped!"

Wang Pengfei slapped him on the head.

"This is my nephew, you know? Trying to make a move on him?"

"Oh? Sorry, Fei-ge, we didn't know."

"Get lost! You made me feed those mosquitoes all day!"

The street urchin was still a little puzzled, so Wang Pengfei kicked him again to send him away.

This scene startled Jiangnan Yue.

She involuntarily grabbed Qin Hanyang's sleeve.

Qin Hanyang smiled and said, "This is my uncle."

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Qin Hanyang was afraid of such an accident, so he had taken the time to inform Wang Pengfei long ago.

The latter waited for more than half an hour!

Jiangnan Yue whispered, "Huh? Is your uncle...the kind of person who hangs out with the underworld?"

"It can barely be considered a local weaponry."

Qin Hanyang remained noncommittal, then stepped forward alone and approached Wang Pengfei.

Then he counted out two thousand yuan from his bag and handed it to the latter.

After Wang Pengfei took it, he sighed:

"Ordinary people's money is easy to swindle but hard to earn. Your swindling method is more sophisticated than any business I do."

He had been quietly observing from the sidelines for a while and figured out the tricks of the trade.

He felt that his nephew's brain was more capable than his own.

Qin Hanyang shrugged and accepted the praise.

"Shall we leave tomorrow at noon?"

"Okay, I'll come pick you up."

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