The story about 24 o'clock

In the hot summer, on the stone bench of the pavilion by the river, several bare-chested peasant children threw away their straw baskets and sickles, and used a pair of cardboard cards to shout "4624, 3824". This was my childhood. I remember once coming across a set of numbers: 3, 4, 6, 7. It was easy to see, and several small heads were together, but I was still puzzled after a long busy day. In my chagrin, I suddenly had a dream: Can I solve the mystery of blackjack one day? After taking part in the work, with leisure and interest, I want to continue my childhood dream, a pen and a stack of paper, which have been off and on for several years, and I woke up with a 24-point patent certificate on my desk. This was in 1992. I haven't tasted the joy yet, and troubles follow. Mr. Qian, the agent, said, "There are several customers interested in your patent, but you have to underwrite 2 thousand sets." Bah! Why do I have such channels and energy to find you? Many patent promotion conferences and exhibitions have also targeted me, but the money and materials sent out are like mud cows into the sea, and there is no news again. I have to pay the annual patent fee again. Considering that she has been in the boudoir for three years, I am worried and can't wait for him. I found a poker factory with a sample card, and the boss carefully checked the certificate: "It's not your patent to count 24 points, besides, you can play well with four cards, and your patent is gilding the lily ..." The boss's head shook 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 blackjack finally come out? Stay tuned for the next issue of My 24 Stories.