Following the waiter's shout, a middle-aged man wearing brown brocade clothes walked in.
He had a face with a Chinese character, eyes so small that they were almost slits, and he was not tall. After sitting down on the main seat, he said seriously: "Let me introduce myself. I am He Bin, the shopkeeper of Jianghai Cloth Shop.
Dear examiners today, there are a lot of transactions in the shop every day, so we need a down-to-earth and capable accountant. If you are someone who can't bear hardships, it's better to leave early."
When he said the last sentence, He Bin also glanced at Tang Ji who was lying on the table. Seeing that this man had no posture and looked lazy, he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked the waiter beside him: "What's this?"
How did people get in?"
The clerk followed his gaze, smiled awkwardly, and explained: "Shopkeeper, didn't you say that anyone who comes to recruit accountants will be brought upstairs?"
"I...that's all. It's just this once. I'll kick him out the next time I meet him." He Bin frowned slightly. He had been recruiting for three days and still couldn't find the candidate he liked. If he had known better, he shouldn't have let the previous accountant go.
Sir leave.
The boy chuckled and replied, "I know, little one."
He Bin coughed softly against his lips and ordered: "In that case, the competition begins now. There are three questions in total. Each question takes one stick of incense time. The one who solves them all wins. Let me remind you, if no one can solve the three questions
, you will all be eliminated.”
Hearing this, everyone in the room started discussing in low voices again. They did not expect that this competition would be so strict.
"Okay, if you have no questions, then the competition will begin!" He Bin waved his hand to the waiter to light the incense.
There were so many things going on in the cloth shop, and if the shopkeeper of the Chamber of Commerce hadn't come over, he wouldn't have had time to take charge of the examination.
The waiter skillfully took out three long incense sticks, put two of them aside, lit the one in his hand on the candle, and inserted it into the incense burner.
He Bin opened the test questions prepared in advance on the table and read aloud: "Today there are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage. There are twenty-nine heads on the top and nine dozen heads on the bottom. What are the pheasants and rabbits?"
Before Tang Ji heard the test questions, he had already imitated others and sat down on his knees. After hearing the questions, his eyes lit up. A chicken and a rabbit in the same cage?
He looked around with some surprise and found that many people had already begun to use the abacus on the table. He couldn't help but murmured curiously: "Isn't it possible that they all have this kind of question?"
He Bin's eyes were still focused on him, and he coughed twice to signal him to be more honest.
Tang Ji retracted his head, picked up the brush on the table, dipped some ink, and wrote "rabbit 16, chicken 13" on the paper, but soon realized that there were no Arabic numerals at all, and he was like a dog.
Crawling handwriting may be regarded as an incorrect answer.
Just like that, while others were frantically working on their abacus, he held a pen and started practicing calligraphy on the paper.
Several people nearby saw that he didn't even use abacus, as if they had seen the outcome in advance, so they smiled disdainfully and continued to make abacus.
Finally, a stick of incense time passed, and everyone wrote their answers on the paper used to answer the questions.
He Bin watched the timer burn out, raised his hand and said: "Okay, everyone, please raise your answers. After I announce it, the clerk will check it. Those who answered incorrectly and those who revised it midway can leave."
Hearing this, everyone raised the paper.
The middle-aged man sitting next to Tang Ji smiled and said: "Little brother, I see you haven't even used an abacus, how about it? This problem is not easy to calculate, so it is better to study steadily and don't be too ambitious. This accountant is not what you can do."
Think about it!”
Tang Ji nodded politely and replied: "Actually, some simple questions really don't require abacus."
"Hey, just brag!" the middle-aged man laughed and said nothing more, waiting for the answer to be announced.
He Bin glanced at the answer under the question and announced loudly: "The correct answer to this question is pheasant thirteen and rabbit sixteen!"
"What?" The middle-aged man who had just mocked Tang Ji changed his face. He turned over the paper in his hand, looked at the "Pheasant Twelve, Rabbit Eighteen" written on it and fell into deep thought.
Tang Ji glanced at his answer, the corner of his mouth twitched, and sighed: "Brother, didn't you even check it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head in disbelief. He had made a miscalculation. He sighed, turned around and walked out of the house. But he remembered something, turned around and found that Tang Ji was still sitting there, and immediately questioned: "Why did he
Can you stay?"
The guy responsible for verifying the answer explained: "This young man's answer is not wrong."
"Impossible! How can a kid with yellow hair calculate it? What's more, he doesn't even have an abacus!" shouted another old man who also made the same mistake.
The clerk in the store raised Tang Ji's answer sheet high, and saw that except for the palm-sized part in the middle of the paper, the rest of the paper was blackened with ink. There was no problem with the answer, but the handwriting was extremely ugly.
The middle-aged man recalled what the other party had just said, "Some questions don't require abacus." His eyes suddenly widened, staring at Tang Ji like a monster, and murmured: "You are not a human being, you are definitely not a human being!"
Despite this, Tang Ji still stayed in the house unharmed, and the three people who calculated the wrong answers were quickly invited out.
He Bin was a little surprised that Tang Ji could still stay. After the clerk confirmed that he had not revised his answer sheet during the show, he attributed all this to the other party's good luck and soon announced the second question.
But after burning the incense, the correct answer given by Tang Ji was like a slap in the face.
After two rounds of competition, there were only five people left in the originally crowded room.
Tang Ji yawned. The second question just now added a duck to the chicken and rabbit. The two-dimensional equation became three-dimensional, which was trivial to him.
Soon, He Bin ordered the waiter to light the last incense and read out the last test question: "The general counts the number of soldiers in a group. A group of three will leave two, a group of five will leave three, and a group of seven will leave three."
The remaining four asked: How many soldiers are there in this team?"
After listening to the title, Tang Ji scratched the back of his head, feeling as if he had heard it somewhere before.
He closed his eyes and began to look through the memories of his previous life in his mind, and soon found the matching content.
If nothing else happens, this general should be Han Xin. Isn’t it just “Han Xin’s troop ordering problem”!
It stands to reason that if this group of people had read "Sun Tzu's Arithmetic", they would be able to calculate the answer quickly, but judging from their appearance, this fictional world should not have that masterpiece of mathematics.
Seeing Tang Ji's sometimes confused and sometimes surprised look, He Bin smiled with satisfaction. He thought he had really met a math monster. Now it seems that the opponent must have been lucky in the first two rounds and guessed the answer. He will definitely get it this time.
Get kicked out!
Soon, the abacus on the four short tables in the room was buzzing, and only Tang Ji was holding a pen and drawing talismans on the paper.
A stick of incense passed quickly, and at the last moment, the old man sitting at the table opposite Tang Ji shouted with joy: "Hahaha, I figured it out, I figured it out!"
Tang Ji raised his eyes. Even if this question was given to future high school students, it might take some time to solve it. This old man actually figured out the answer so quickly. It's really hard to tell the truth!
He Bin didn't care so much. He raised his hand and ordered: "Stop writing and verify the answer!"
Immediately, everyone raised their answer sheets.
He Bin glanced at the answer and said: "The correct answer is fifty and three. Is there any correct answer?"
The clerk focused his attention on the old man who had just shouted the calculation result. He walked over, looked at the answer, and said with a smile: "That's right, that's right!"
Hearing this, He Bin smiled happily. In three days, someone finally passed the test and filled the position of Mr. Accountant, which had been vacant for almost half a month.
But at this moment, the waiter's words with a tone of shock came into his ears.