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Qin Luo definitely made a wrong translation!

Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan regained her spirit.

She looked at the sign seriously: one for three pounds and three for ten pounds.

Lin Shanshan:? ? ?

Qin Luo: ——

Huang Zhen also:...

Looking at the content on the sign, Qin Luo's mind came out for no apparent reason: Selling bamboo rats for three yuan each and three for ten yuan.

The unit price has changed from three yuan to 3.3 yuan.

Not only are they not discounted, they are also expensive.

When did the Americans also learn Chinese routines? What a math genius.

"Should we go buy three yuan and try it?" Lin Shanshan suggested.

No one refused, neither Qin Luo nor Huang Zhen agreed.

They also want to see how brilliant the mathematics of this American is. .

At this moment, a young lady opened the door and bought three boxes of cheese cakes in one go. She looked cheerful, as if she had picked up a lot of cheap.

Ha ha-Americans are stupid roe deer...

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a while.

"I don't know how the United States won the last imo gold medal." Qin Luo shook his head and sighed.

"Perhaps the people in this place are all silly roe deer." Lin Shanshan said seriously.

"Maybe they have money?" Huang Zhen pinched his chin with his right hand, speculating shrewdly.

"It makes sense. Since ancient times, there have been the sayings of rich and stupid people." Lin Shanshan nodded seriously.

Just when Qin Luo was about to refute,:

"Ding, a new mission is released to save the ignorant Americans."

"Requirement: Please tell the ignorant Americans what the real math is."

"Reward: The value of learning hegemony increases by 1888...one chance to draw."

Qin Luo, the corner of his mouth twitched: Ha ha, what chance to draw, don't come...

I just want to simply help them.

The next moment, Qin Luo opened the door and entered.

As soon as "welcome (welcome entered the door, a blond, blue-eyed, blushing uncle greeted him.

He wore a black suit on his upper body, lined with a piece of white sincerity, and his lower body was a pair of linen trousers with meticulous hair care, a tall nose, and a deep gaze.

He is an authentic American gentleman.

"Guests from China, what do you need?" The man said while taking out the translator from his pocket.

In his impression, Chinese people rarely speak English, let alone these children who seem to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Translator? Sorry, that stuff is useless to me.

Qin Luo smiled faintly, and responded with a pure English: "How much is a cheesecake?"

Seeing that Qin Luo's English was so fluent, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a while, then retracted the translator and said with a smile, "Three pounds apiece."

"How much are three?"

"Ten pounds."

"Three pounds a, aren't three cakes nine pounds?" Qin Luo asked.

The middle-aged man was stunned for an instant: "You...what did you say?"

"3 times 3 is nine, don't you even know this?"

"Impossible, this is the result of computer calculations."

"..."

Ha ha... American computers are also silly roes.

Because of the £1 disagreement, Qin Luo, Lin Shanshan, and Huang Zhen stalemate with the middle-aged boss.

This moment aroused the onlookers of American people who were choosing cakes.

"Oh, they are Chinese."

"Huaxia people's multiplication table is very magical."

"Damn old Jack, you actually charged me an extra pound!"

"..."