Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Holy crap!"

Even with Chen Dong's usually calm and collected demeanor, he was somewhat surprised to hear Xiao Rongguo give the correct answer almost without hesitation.

Could his nephew be a math genius?

Chen Dong blurted out "Holy crap!" and everyone in the room was stunned. Xiao Rongguo looked up at him innocently, his chubby fingers still holding a pencil. Chen Dong stared at him for several seconds, then suddenly laughed, a laugh full of surprise.

Chen Dong asked his son, Chen Hui, "Has Rongguo always been this good at math?"

"No, my brother is only this good at counting candies and chocolate cookies. Otherwise, he can only use his fingers to break them apart," Xiao Chenhui explained to his father. "My brother is so clumsy."

"I'm not stupid. My dad says I'm the most useless person in the world!"

"I'm the biggest idiot in the world, you're second to none!"

"No way! I'm the biggest idiot in the world!"

"I'm the older brother, what I say goes, hmph!"

"Alright then, brother, you're the biggest glutton in the world!"

Chen Dong couldn't help but chuckle at these two clowns, who were even arguing over the title of "glutton." Chen Dong had to explain the word "glutton" to them. Little Rongguo blinked innocently, while little Chen Hui's eyes widened. "Fifth Uncle, you big bad guy!"

"Hahaha!"

After laughing, Chen Dong looked at his nephew Rong Guo. It wasn't that the child couldn't do math, but that he couldn't do math with 'abstract' numbers. But if you replaced the numbers with candy or something he liked to eat, his mind would work faster than anyone else's.

Chen Dong scooped Rongguo up onto his lap and looked at him, saying, "Rongguo, from now on, when you do math, replace the numbers in your head with your favorite candies, understand?"

Xiao Rongguo immediately smiled and asked, "Uncle Dong, can I have something else? I also like apples."

"Sure, you can replace it with whatever you like," Chen Dong said with a smile, patting his head.

"Little brother, you're such a glutton!"

"Brother, you're swearing!"

I was complimenting you.

“That’s not the case!”

As night deepened, Chen Dong shooed the two little devils into their room to sleep, and he and his wife Zhang Yi took Xiao Huiyi into the bedroom as well. The night passed without incident.

The next day, while having breakfast at the old house, Chen Dong told his uncle Chen Xiangui and the others about Rongguo's amazing mathematical talent. Everyone was astonished. Huang Lanzhi smiled and patted Rongguo's head, "Grandma has a question for you. I'll give you seven buns. If you eat four, how many are left?"

"Three."

Chen Zaixing was suspicious and didn't believe him. He shoveled his porridge into his mouth and mumbled to Xiao Rongguo, "Your mother gave you one yuan. You bought four candies for fifty cents, gave one to your mother, and then bought two popsicles for forty cents, giving one to your brother Ronghui. How much money do you have left?"

"One cent!"

"How much sugar?"

"Three, hehe, I still have an ice pop," Xiao Rongguo said proudly, turning his head and holding his chopsticks. "I love ice pops the most."

"You're such a glutton, you like to eat everything," Chen Zaixing rolled his eyes at his silly son and chuckled as usual.

"Grandma, my father scolded me!"

Little Rongguo, who was holding chopsticks, was indignant. Last night, his Uncle Dong had explained the word "glutton" to him, and he knew it was an insult. Now, as soon as he heard his father say that to him, he immediately complained to Grandma Wei Shufen.

"You brat, who calls their own son a good-for-nothing?" Grandma Wei Shufen laughed and patted Chen Zaixing's head. She then said to Xiao Rongguo, "Grandma has already scolded your father for you."

Little Rongguo ran up behind the middle door and grabbed the stick his grandfather had hidden. "Grandma, use this to hit him! My dad has thick skin, this will hurt more!"

"You little brat, I only scolded you once, and you want your grandma to kill your grandson for me? I think you're really asking for a beating," Chen Zaixing rolled up his sleeves and was about to snatch the stick to let the kid experience what it's like to be hit with it.

Chen Xiangui shielded his little grandson who ran over, patted his head and said with a smile, "Rongguo has inherited your great-grandfather's true skills. Back then, your great-grandfather was famous for mental arithmetic for miles around. He could know the correct number at a glance."

"Did Great-Grandpa also like to eat sweets?"

"You think everyone is as greedy as you?" Chen Zaixing sat down again and started eating his porridge, ignoring the "unfilial son".

"Ah Dong, your grandfather is my second uncle. He was also very good at mental arithmetic, you should know that," Chen Xiangui said, looking at Chen Dong. Chen Dong nodded and said, "My grandfather was able to make a name for himself in Chinatown by relying on his mental arithmetic skills."

"Back then, all the account books within the Hongmen were managed by my grandfather. He could memorize them after just one glance, and if anyone asked him, he could answer accurately without even looking at the account books!"

Chen Zaisheng, Chen Zailong, and the others were all astonished. No wonder their second uncle was able to build such a large business empire with America; he really had some skills.

"Grandpa was nicknamed 'Calculator Yu' within the Hongmen. Last night, I was amazed that Rongguo could do mental calculations so quickly. It seems this is a family trait from our Chen family, hahaha!"

Chen Zaixing ate his porridge and glanced at his wife's belly. It had been so long and there was still no sign of pregnancy. Fortunately, although his son was a bit slow-witted, he was good at math and could inherit some of the family business in the future. He would just have to make do with raising him.

"Uncle Dong, why can't I ever learn math?" Chen Rongxiong asked, raising his hand. Chen Rongyuan, who was eating his meal nearby, suddenly retorted, "Because your mother picked you up off the street!"

"No way, brother, you're the one who was adopted," Chen Rongxiong was not easily fooled. He looked exactly like his father, Chen Zaisheng. He was easy to fool when he was a child, but not now.

"My mother said it was a gift from the supply and marketing cooperative when I bought cotton cloth," Chen Rongwen said with a grin. Ma Jiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "Eat your food. Your third and fourth brothers will all finish eating soon, and you'll be the only one dragging your feet."

"Ah! Can a little kid really be given gifts?" Little Chen Hui stood on the chair, looking at his mother in confusion. Zhang Yi, who was holding Little Huiyi and eating porridge, replied with a smile, "Those are all lies adults tell children. Don't stand on the chair, you'll fall."

"Adults who lie to children are not good adults," Xiao Rongguo said confidently to his fourth aunt Ma Jiao and second aunt Gu Ying. "My mother never lies to me."

"Who said that? When Aunt Wu bought the iron bucket, the peddler who sold the bucket said that the child was too stupid and gave him to you, so Aunt Wu took you home," Chen Rongyuan said, leaving Xiao Rongguo stunned.

"Hahaha!"

"No way, Third Brother, you're talking nonsense!" Xiao Rongguo protested, immediately running to his second brother Chen Rongyuan and loudly refuting him.

"Hahaha!"