"What exactly do you mean 'out of money'?" Regis Philbin's eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the red digits on the financial statement before him. His show's ratings were through the roof and advertisers were clambering over each other to sell soap and toothpaste to his audience. How could they be losing money?

"Too many people are winning," the accountant stammered. He was fairly sure breaking this news was technically someone else's responsibility. "We've already given away four million dollars this week alone. The questions are just too easy." He shifted nervously in place. "But maybe it's not that bad. Jim says we've hired some top talent from Beijing. The Chinese government assures us he's one of their best, and our test team couldn't answer a single question of his."

Incredulity gave way to thoughtful consideration. It was a brilliant plan, Regis finally decided. Give them seven English questions, and then the eighth in Chinese. His show would be back in the black in no time.