[Holy fuck, is there actually someone who can remember all this and calculate it accurately?]
[Damn, it's making my eyes cross—adding and subtracting, multiplying and dividing seven-figure numbers?!]
[How can you calculate this? It's all clumped together like a blob of ink, who can remember that?]
Guan Shanshan seriously did her best to remember the first five operations; afterward, she just started multiplying, and eventually she gave up. If it were a historic cultural question, she could rattle off the answers without hesitation.
But this indeed was difficult; she couldn't remember it. Seeing Ji Tian not even blinking, murmuring numbers under her breath, she listened closely and it was indeed a string of numbers.
After the images finished displaying, a countdown timer for one minute appeared on the screen for calculation, causing everyone watching the live broadcast to gasp.
