After listening to Xiaobao's words, the Old Taoist readily agreed, but if the calculation was inaccurate, not much was needed, just one thousand yuan would do.
Xiaobao grinned: "A word is a word!"
"Even four horses can't chase it back!" The Old Taoist's face was full of smiles.
Zhang Ling watched from the side with some curiosity, wanting to say something but unable to.
Xiaobao looked at the Old Taoist seriously, thinking to himself, "You old fellow, let's see how I'll deal with you."
The Old Taoist looked at Xiaobao and said with a smile: "Young man, you seem pretty confident. Do you think it's a sure win for you against my one thousand yuan?"
Xiaobao chuckled: "That's right!"
"Okay, show me your calculation!" The Old Taoist beamed, seemingly very interested to see how Xiaobao would calculate.
Immediately, Xiaobao slightly closed his eyes, extended his hand, and pretended to calculate with his fingers.
