Calculation

Over the past two years, Han Yang worked two jobs. He had to get up at five every morning and didn't get home until eight in the evening. Then he would self-study until eleven-thirty, doing this day in and day out for two years.

The two jobs brought Han Yang a monthly salary of 3500 yuan. However, after deducting rent, utilities, internet fees, and various daily expenses, there wasn't much left.

Despite this, Han Yang still managed to save up and buy a computer. He also subscribed to VIP memberships on some self-study websites and knowledge databases. After two years of studying, he finally completed the necessary prerequisite knowledge.

Fortunately, after "devouring" the abacus, Han Yang's mind became much sharper than before, and his energy also improved significantly, allowing him to endure.

Now that the knowledge reserve was complete, it was time to actually start making computer chips. But Han Yang calculated that even buying the cheapest materials would cost five or six thousand yuan. Including wear and tear, and daily expenses during the chip production, he would need at least another ten thousand yuan.

Saving up ten thousand yuan with his current jobs would take almost another year.

That was too long; Han Yang couldn't wait.

"I have to find a way to make money quickly," Han Yang mused. "If there's absolutely no other way, I'll have to take a risk."

Han Yang had already quit those two jobs. Starting today, Han Yang was completely unemployed. If he didn't find a way to make money quickly, not to mention buying materials, he wouldn't even have food to eat.

Early the next morning, Han Yang got up, took his personal dagger, and rode the six-hand electric bike he had saved up to buy, heading straight for the general store.

"Boss, do you have temporary tattoos? Like dragons or tigers, yes, those kinds, give me two sheets."

"How much are these sunglasses? And this chain."

In front of Han Yang, a large iron tray held a pile of thick, golden chains, about the thickness of a pinky finger, and quite heavy.

If they were real gold chains, they would probably cost millions.

The boss glanced at the chains and spat out two words: "Twenty."

"Give me a chain, two temporary tattoos, a pair of sunglasses, 56... Boss, can you give me a discount, round it down, 50 okay?"

After much pleading and haggling, the price wouldn't go down from 53 yuan. Han Yang could only pay the 53 yuan while his heart bled.

At this moment, Han Yang's mobile banking account had 560 yuan left.

Taking all the items, Han Yang went straight home, carefully looking in the mirror, sticking the temporary tattoos on his body, putting on the sunglasses and gold chain. He vaguely had a bit of a hooligan vibe.

It was just that his clothes were old, which made him look a bit down and out.

There was nothing he could do, so Han Yang went to a clothing store, picked out two flashy and cool outfits, and successfully brought them home for 68 yuan.

Putting on these two outfits, slipping on his slippers, and wetting his hair, he indeed looked much more like a hooligan.

By the afternoon, the temporary tattoos were basically set. Han Yang then walked out the door and headed west towards the market area.

He didn't ride his electric bike; it was too low-class.

Passing by Shen the Butcher's meat stall, Shen the Butcher looked at Han Yang with surprise, let out a heavy snort, and continued chopping meat with his head down. 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 and grabbed a quick bite. Han Yang then put on his act and entered the casino.

It was only early afternoon, but the casino was already packed with people. Various hooligans, gangsters, gambling addicts, and workers were mixed together, and every card table was bustling with noise. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and body odor hit him, making Han Yang dizzy.

Han Yang exchanged 400 yuan for chips and began looking for a target.

Han Yang never believed in luck, so he immediately ruled out projects that relied purely on luck.

Now, the only thing he could rely on was his extraordinary memory and calculation ability after integrating the abacus. With these two points, Han Yang was confident he could win money in projects that required a certain level of skill.

After observing for a moment, Han Yang chose a Dou Dizhu (Fight the Landlord) card table.

His previous observation had confirmed that there were no hidden alliances or tricks at this table; it was just individual players joining the table. When one of the gamblers left, Han Yang immediately sat down.

As soon as he got his cards, Han Yang immediately memorized the cards he didn't have in his hand.

After a few rounds from the players, there were 18 cards on the table. The landlord had played 8 cards, his partner had played 5, and he had played 5.

Han Yang remembered exactly which cards each person had played. Combining this with the cards in his hand, Han Yang immediately calculated the card pattern in the landlord's hand.

"The landlord played a straight from eight to Jack, and a pair of sevens. I have three Kings but no Ace, the last King is in my partner's hand. But he didn't play single cards before, so he must also have a straight. I also have a seven in my hand, my partner's straight is from seven to King, and the remaining cards are a three-with-one, which will finish his hand. The landlord doesn't have a bomb, I have..."

"Bomb!"

After calculating the card pattern, Han Yang directly played a bomb, overpowering the landlord's cards. Then he broke up his own straight and deliberately played a seven-card straight.

His partner looked at Han Yang in surprise, full of pleasant surprise, and played his own seven-card straight, taking over the play. Then he immediately played a three-with-one, finishing his hand.

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

The landlord threw down his cards, full of unwillingness, and continued to draw cards and play.

In another round, Han Yang just glanced at the cards in his hand, and the abacus beads in his head rattled, instantly calculating everything clearly: "In this round, I'll call the landlord. The win rate is 72%, I can do it."

Under Han Yang's extraordinary memory and calculation ability, at the Dou Dizhu table, Han Yang lost less and won more, directly winning over two thousand yuan in three hours.

After that, Han Yang switched tables and went to a Texas Hold'em table. After a series of careful calculations, he won another two thousand yuan, totaling over five thousand.

Five thousand yuan in winnings wasn't a large amount in this gambling den, and no one had noticed him yet. But Han Yang still carefully controlled his card patterns, intentionally losing over a thousand yuan to keep his final profit at four thousand. Finally, he pretended to have bad luck, cursed, and directly exchanged his chips and left.

The next day, he went to a different gambling den and did the same thing.

On the third day, Han Yang went to a more distant gambling den and repeated the operation. That day, he won up to seven thousand yuan, intentionally losing three thousand to control it.

At this moment, Han Yang's money had skyrocketed to over thirteen thousand yuan.

"It's time to stop. If I keep going like this, someone will definitely notice me. It would be bad if I got shot in the back."

"Damn, what bad luck!"

Ignoring the Joker in his hand, Han Yang decisively folded, cheerfully pulling out two hundred yuan in chips and slapping them on the table. He grumbled as he got up from the table, just like any other gambler who had lost money.

Exchanging the chips for cash, Han Yang staggered out of the gambling den and started walking home.

"Thirteen thousand. Enough for materials and living expenses for this period. Hmm? Wait."

Out of the corner of his eye, Han Yang noticed a dark, skinny guy behind him, acting suspiciously, seemingly following him.

"Damn, no way? I only won thirteen thousand in total from three gambling dens, and I'm already being targeted?"

Muttering a curse to himself, Han Yang quickened his pace, deliberately heading towards crowded areas. While pretending to buy clothes, he discarded his original clothes, sunglasses, and gold chain, changing into long sleeves and pants to cover the temporary tattoos. He then discreetly slipped out through the back door.

After taking a long detour and confirming he had shaken off the tail, Han Yang finally returned home.

Phew... Finally, I have money.

Han Yang didn't hesitate. He immediately opened an online shopping website and started buying the relevant materials.