The story about 24 o'clock

In the hot summer, on the stone bench of the pavilion by the river, several shirtless peasant children threw away the sickle of the straw basket and shouted "4624, 3824" with a pair of cardboard cards. This is my childhood. I remember once coming across a set of numbers: 3, 4, 6, 7. It is easy to see that a few small heads are together, but they are still confused after a busy day. In my chagrin, I suddenly had a dream: Can I solve the mystery of 2 1 dot one day? After working, I have leisure and interest, and I want to continue my childhood dream. I have a pen and a stack of paper on and off for several years. When I wake up, I have a 24-point patent certificate on my desk. This happened on 1992. I haven't tasted the joy yet, and the troubles have followed. Mr. Qian, the agent, said, "Several customers are interested in your patent, but you have to underwrite 20 thousand sets." Bah! Why do I have such channels and energy to find you? Many patent promotion conferences and exhibitions are also eyeing me, but the money and materials sent out are like mud cows entering the sea, and there is no news again. You have to pay the annual patent fee again. Considering that she has been in the boudoir for three years, I am worried that I can't wait for him. I found a poker factory with a sample card. The boss carefully checked the certificate: "It's not your patent to calculate 24 points, and you can play well with four cards. Your patent is to gild the lily ..." The boss shook his head like a drum, and I fled. I can only give up. Just as I was about to throw the sample card into the oven, a publishing house in the capital became interested in my patent. Can 2 1 point finally come out? Stay tuned for the next issue of my 24 stories.