Chapter 121 They Are All Silly Roe Deer
Qin Luo definitely translated it wrong!
Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan regained her spirits.
She looked at the sign seriously: one for three pounds, three for ten pounds.
Lin Shanshan:? ? ?
Qin Luo:——
Huang Xing also said: ...
Looking at the content on the sign, a sentence popped into Qin Luo's mind for no reason: sell bamboo rats, one for three yuan, three for ten yuan.
The unit price has changed from the original three yuan to 3.3 yuan.
Not only is it not discounted, but it has also become more expensive.
When did Americans also learn Chinese routines?What a math whiz.
"How about we buy three yuan and try it?" Lin Shanshan suggested.
No one refused, both Qin Luo and Huang Xing agreed.
They also want to see how talented this American is in mathematics. .
At this moment, a young lady pushed the door open and bought three boxes of cheesecakes in one go. She looked cheerful, as if she had picked up a huge bargain.
Hehe—Americans are all stupid roe deer...
Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a while.
"I really 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 idiots." Lin Shanshan said seriously.
"Maybe he's rich?" Huang Xing speculated shrewdly while pinching his chin with his right hand.
"It makes sense. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that rich people are stupid." Lin Shanshan nodded with a serious expression.
Just when Qin Luo was about to refute,:
"Ding, a new mission is released, save the ignorant Americans."
"Requirement: Please ask the host to tell the ignorant Americans what is real mathematics."
"Reward: Xueba value increased by 1888...one chance to draw a lottery."
Qin Luo twitched the corner of his mouth: Hehe, what kind of lucky draw opportunity, don't come here...
I just want to simply help them.
The next moment, Qin Luo pushed the door open and entered.
"Welcome (Welcome)" As soon as he entered the door, a blond, blue-eyed, flushed uncle greeted him.
He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt lining his upper body, and a pair of linen trousers on his lower body. He had meticulously done hair, a high nose bridge, and deep eyes.
He is a real American gentleman.
"Every Chinese customer, what do you need?" The man took out the translator from his pocket while talking.
In his impression, Chinese people seem to seldom speak English, let alone these children who seem to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Translator?Sorry, that thing didn't work for me.
Qin Luo smiled lightly, and replied in pure English: "How much is a cheesecake?"
Seeing that Qin Luo's English is so fluent, the middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then retracted the translator, and said with a smile, "One pound for three."
"How much are three?"
"Ten pounds."
"One for three pounds, isn't it nine pounds for three cakes?" Qin Luo asked.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "You...what did you say?"
"Three times three is nine, don't you even know that?"
"Impossible, this is the result of computer calculations."
"..."
Ha ha... Computers in the United States are also stupid.
Because of the difference of 1 pound, Qin Luo, Lin Shanshan, and Huang Xing became deadlocked with the middle-aged boss.
This moment aroused the crowd of Americans who were picking cakes around.
"Oops, they are Chinese."
"The multiplication table of the Chinese people is very magical."
"Damn old Jack, you overcharged me by a pound!"
"..."