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In the past two years, Han Yang has worked two jobs. He has to get up at five o'clock in the morning and get home at eight o'clock in the evening. Then he studies by himself at 11:30, every day for two years. ♜

The two jobs brought Han Yang a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan. But after deducting rent, water and electricity bills, and various daily expenses, there is not much left.

Even so, Han Yang still saved up money to buy a computer, opened some VIPs for self-study websites and knowledge libraries, and after two years of studying, he finally completed the reserve of prerequisite knowledge.

Fortunately, after "devouring" Abacus, Han Yang's mind was much brighter and his energy was much better than before, so he was able to sustain himself.

Now that the knowledge base is complete, it's time to actually make the computer chip. But Han Yang calculated that even if he picked the cheapest one, it would still cost five to six thousand yuan. Including losses and daily expenses during the production of chips, at least another 10,000 yuan is enough.

It will take almost a year to save up to 10,000 yuan by relying on your current job.

It’s been too long, Han Yang can’t wait any longer.

"We have to find a way to make some money quickly." Han Yang thought: "If there is really no other way, I can only take a risk."

Han Yang has quit those two jobs. From today on, Han Yang has completely become a jobless refugee. If you don't find a way to get some money quickly, let alone buying materials, you won't even have food to eat.

Han Yang got up early the next morning, took the dagger with him, rode the six-hand battery car he saved up to buy, and went straight to the grocery store.

"Boss, do you have any tattoo stickers? Dragon, tiger and the like, yes, that's it. Give me two."

"How much do these sunglasses cost? And this chain."

In front of Han Yang, there was a pile of golden chains as thick as a little finger on a large iron plate, which were very heavy to hold.

If it is really a gold chain, I'm afraid it won't cost me millions.

The boss glanced at the chain and uttered two words: "Twenty."

"A chain, two tattoo stickers, a pair of sunglasses, 5, and a fraction of the smear, 50 okay?"

To put it bluntly, if the counter-offer reaches 53 yuan, it will never be paid again. Han Yang had no choice but to pay 53 yuan while his heart was bleeding.

At this moment, Han Yang still has 560 yuan left in his mobile banking account.

Carrying all kinds of things, Han Yang went straight to his home, carefully looked in the mirror, put the tattoo stickers on his body, put on sunglasses and gold chains, looking vaguely like a gangster.

It's just that the clothes are old and look a bit out of place.

There was nothing he could do, so Han Yang went to the place where clothes were sold and picked out two cool clothes for the money.

After putting on these two clothes, pulling on his slippers, and wetting his hair, he looked much more rogue.

In the afternoon, when the tattoo sticker was basically fixed, Han Yang walked out and walked to the west of the market area.

He didn't ride a scooter, it was too shameful.

Passing by Butcher Shen's meat stall, Butcher Shen glanced at Han Yang in surprise, snorted heavily, and continued chopping meat. But the sound was much heavier than before.

Han Yang ignored him and went straight to the Black Three Casino a few kilometers away.

First, he found a small food stall outside the casino to satisfy his hunger, then Han Yang braced himself and entered the casino.

It was just afternoon and the casino was already packed with people. All kinds of gangsters, gangsters, bad gamblers, workers and the like were mixed together, and every card table was bustling with people. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and stench hit his face, making Han Yang feel dizzy.

Han Yang exchanged 400 yuan for chips and started looking for the target.

Han Yang has never believed in luck, and projects that rely purely on luck have been eliminated.

Now the only thing he can rely on is his memory and calculation power that are beyond ordinary people after integrating with the abacus. With these two points, Han Yang is confident that he can win money in projects with certain technical content.

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After observing for a moment, Han Yang chose a card table for Landlords.

Previous observations have confirmed that there is no secret alliance or any other tricks on this card table, it is all played by individual players. After one of the gamblers left, Han Yang sat directly on it.

After catching the card, Han Yang immediately wrote down the cards he didn't have in his hand.

After several rounds, there were 18 cards on the card table. Among them, the landlord played 8 cards, the opponent played 5 cards, and he played 5 cards.

Han Yang clearly remembered who played which cards. Combining the cards in his hand, Han Yang immediately calculated the type of cards in the landlord's hand.

"The landlord played a straight from eight to the circle, and a pair of sevens. The three K's in my hand did not have an A, and the last K was in the opponent's hand. But he didn't play a single card before, so he must have a straight. I also have it in my hand. A seven, the straight in the opponent's hand is from seven to king, and the remaining cards are three strips, which happened to be all played out. The landlord did not have a bomb in his hand, but I did..."

"fry!"

After calculating the card types, Han Yang directly played, overpowering the landlord's cards, then split his own straight, and specially made a seven-card straight.

The opponent looked at Han Yang in surprise, and in surprise, he played the seventh straight in his hand, took the card, and then directly played the three-band, and all the cards were played.

In this round, the two farmers won and the landlord lost.

The landlord threw down the cards in his hand unwillingly and continued to grab cards and continue playing.

After another hand, Han Yang directly glanced at the cards in his hand, the abacus beads in his head crackled, and he calculated clearly in an instant: "I call this the landlord, the winning rate is 72%, you can do it."

Thanks to Han Yang's extraordinary memory and calculation power, Han Yang lost less and won more on the Landlord table, winning more than two thousand yuan in three hours.

After that, Han Yang switched tables and went to the table in Texas. After some careful calculations, he won more than two thousand, which added up to more than five thousand.

The win or loss of five thousand is not a big deal in this gambling stall, and no one has noticed him yet. But Han Yang still controlled the cards carefully, deliberately losing more than a thousand yuan, and controlled the final profit to 4,000 yuan. Finally, he pretended to be unlucky, cursed, exchanged his chips and left.

The next day, the gambling stall was changed, and Han Yang followed suit.

On the third day, Han Yang changed to a gambling stall farther away and still operated in the same way. On this day, he won a maximum of more than 7,000, and deliberately controlled and lost another 3,000.

At this moment, the money in Han Yang's hands has soared to more than 13,000 yuan.

"It's time to stop. If this continues, someone will definitely notice me. It would be terrible if I get shot in the dark."

"Fuck, be more serious!"

Regardless of the fact that he was holding a king in his hand, Han Yang simply gave up his cards, took out two hundred yuan of chips and slapped them on the card table, then got off the table with a curse, as indifferent as any gambler who loses money. two.

Changing the chips into cash, Han Yang staggered out of the gambling stall and started to walk home.

"Thirteen thousand, buying materials and living expenses during this period is enough. Huh? No."

Han Yang noticed from the corner of his eye that behind him, a dark and thin guy was sneaking around and seemed to be following him.

"Damn, isn't it? I only won a total of 13,000 from three gambling stalls, and now I'm being targeted?"

Cursing secretly in his heart, Han Yang quickened his pace, specifically choosing a place with many people to hide in. When he was buying clothes, he threw away his original clothes, sunglasses, and gold chains, and put on long sleeves and long trousers to cover up. The tattoo on the tattoo slipped out of the back door in a low-key manner.

After going around in a long circle and confirming that he had gotten rid of the stalker, Han Yang returned to his home.

"Phew... I finally have money."

Han Yang did not hesitate and immediately opened the online shopping website and started purchasing related materials.