While the organizer was upstairs drinking his strange drink, the guests on the first floor had already gone to the "table" to pick up the printed rules and start reading them.
Feng Bujue … was no exception.
Although he was quite familiar with the rules and the rules of guessing numbers, as well as the meaning of "six digits, ten digits, and repeatable", as a careful person and a reading addict, he still read the rules with great interest.
Brother Jue was a person who could read ten lines at a glance. He also had a superb memory and comprehension ability. His well-trained brain was undoubtedly very suitable for this type of game.
Soon, he understood the rules and began to formulate a strategy in his mind.
"Hmm … If Xiao Ling or Ouyang Ruo were to play this game, they would probably have a bigger advantage …" Feng Bujue stood there and thought to himself. "These two are more proficient in mathematics, know how to use it, and have excellent memory. Even if they were to play against me, their chances of winning would be more than 70% …"
Brother Jue's ability in mathematics was actually quite average.
If he was willing to think hard … he would be able to come up with the formula under the standard rules. However, when he played this game in the past, he never thought about using the formula because he thought that this game could only be solved by reasoning to achieve the effect of training the brain. If he used the formula to guess … it would not be "reasoning", but pure "calculation".
But now, under the premise of "victory", the situation was different. Without a doubt … in this game, the person who mastered the "formula" would have a great advantage.
However … to come up with the best guessing formula under the rules of "six digits, ten digits, and repeatable" was not an easy task.
It was not that the formula itself was difficult. For most people who had received higher education in mathematics, as long as they saw the correct formula, even if they could not understand it, they would at least know how to use it.
However … for them to "come up with" the formula out of thin air, that was difficult.
It's just like how many of us have studied advanced mathematics, but very few of us are able to apply it in our daily lives (at the right time). It's also like how many of us have studied English for many years and obtained many certificates, but we still find it difficult to watch English movies without looking at the subtitles. It's also difficult to actually communicate with people from English-speaking countries …
Perhaps when we were students, when we were learning and learning about mathematics, there were still people who could solve the "number guessing" problem. It was just that it was hard to say how much time it would take.
Or perhaps, people who had a relatively high level of mathematics would be able to think of the best solution when faced with this problem.
Unfortunately … among the guests present, it would be difficult to find someone who met these two conditions.
This was something that the organizer's subordinates had already confirmed when they were collecting information about these people.
Because the content of the game was personally thought of and decided long ago, his subordinates would definitely avoid inviting "people who would have a huge advantage in a certain game" onto the ship.
For example, if the organizer came up with a game based on Go, then when his subordinates decided on the guest list, they naturally wouldn't invite people who used to be professional Go players.
But … Then again, with the number of customers in the hundreds, in the end … there would be fish that slipped through the net.
Of course, Brother Jue definitely did not count. The reason he could impersonate Jiang Daode was not only because of the "Gambling Emperor's Casino", but also because of Woody's "hypnosis" ability. Otherwise, he would not have been able to impersonate Jiang Daode, who had appeared in newspapers and magazines several times.
However, among the other guests, there were still one or two who had escaped the net in the truest sense.
And how did these people appear on the guest list? Actually, the reason was not complicated …
When the organizer's subordinates investigated a person's background, they would definitely look at the information. For example, if the person was a soldier, then they could infer that the person could at least shoot and drive. For example, if the person was a graduate from a music academy, then they could basically confirm that the person was far more knowledgeable in music than the average person.
These were the general circumstances. However, it was not easy to infer things that were not in the "information".
Let's use Go as an example. Suppose there was a guest who did not have any record of learning Go officially in his personal file, nor did he have any record of taking the amateur test. He also did not have any record of participating in any related competitions or teams. However, he learned Go through other methods, such as reading books, practicing online, finding a master who lived in seclusion to be his teacher, or being possessed by a ghost … Naturally, the organizer's subordinates would not be able to find out about this.
Today, there was a person who was quite good at mathematics on this ship, and everyone, including the organizer … did not know about this.
"Fortunately … there are a total of sixty-four people in the list of people who passed this round of the game." Feng Bujue soon came up with several strategies in his mind, and then his mind started to wander. "If there are only a few among these two hundred people who can come up with the best solution in a short amount of time, then that is still possible, but if there are more than sixty people who can do it … then that is too far-fetched. Besides … this is not a game where you will definitely win if you master the formula. The psychological aspect of the game, gambling skills, luck … These are all very important, and on these points … "
When Brother Jue thought of this, he could not help but reveal an evil smile under his mask. He thought to himself, "These fishes are simply a group of ATMs …"
...
Ten minutes passed quickly.
At this point, most of the guests had finished reading the rules.
It was not a long story, so most people would only need a few minutes to finish reading and understand.
However, no one went up to duel …
Everyone stood still, and no one dared to communicate with others. No one even dared to invite others to duel.
Obviously … they were all "watching". Everyone wanted others to be the guinea pigs first, while they stood on the side and watched others duel to accumulate "experience".
"Heh … It's almost the same as those games in the past …" The host, who was sitting on a high seat and watching the show, had already drunk half a cup of "red wine sweet noodle sauce with wasabi" and whispered in a voice that the people below couldn't hear.
"Master." Suit A (the one who brought the drinks) took a few steps forward, bent down, and said to the organizer, "Do you want me to … pressure them …"
"No need." The organizer replied, "I just want to see how long it will take for someone to notice the value of 'time' in this game …" He paused. "Oh, right …" As he spoke, he raised his head and finished the rest of the drink in one gulp. He then said, "Go and get me another cup of 'yellow peach jam with duck mousse and mashed potatoes.' Make it warm and thin … Also, remember to put on an umbrella this time."
"Uh …" Although Suit A was used to preparing all kinds of weird food for his "master," he still could not help but be stunned every time he heard such a weird combination.
"Okay … I will prepare it right away!" Two seconds later, he responded, took the empty cup from the organizer, and left with the tray.
On the other hand, on the first floor …
At this time, the atmosphere in the main hall had become more and more tense.
Although everyone was trying their best to pretend to be "quite natural," in fact, they were all anxiously waiting … waiting for someone to break the deadlock in front of them.
...
"Damn it … Sure enough, no one wants to go first …"
"Each and every one of them is a cunning old fox …"
"It doesn't matter who, just go ahead and fight. Anyway, just don't challenge me … I don't want to be the first one."
"Tsk … This is so uncomfortable. I want to take off my mask, but if my face is seen in this kind of situation …"
"I want to go and drink some water, but if I do something that will attract attention, I might be targeted …"
"Please, whoever it is, whatever it is, even if someone breaks a plate … Make some noise and break this uncomfortable atmosphere!"
...
Just at this moment of extreme depression.
Bang!
The door at the passageway on the first floor was pushed open, and a man in a suit and sunglasses ran in, panting.
As he came in a hurry, he did not notice the strange atmosphere in the main hall. After he entered, he quickly found Brother Jue in the crowd. After all, Feng Bujue was the only male guest who was dressed casually, so it was not hard to find him. He quickly walked toward him.
"Sir." When he was about to reach Brother Jue, the man in the suit and sunglasses had already reached into his pocket for something. "This is the bendable straw you wanted." After he said that, he took out a whole packet of unopened straws and handed it to Brother Jue. "Please take as many as you need."
"Heh …" Brother Jue smiled at him. "I want all of these."
After he said that, he took the whole packet of straws from the man's hand.
Although the man in the suit and sunglasses hesitated for a moment, he didn't stop him because straws weren't valuable or important to begin with.
"Okay, thank you, brother." After Feng Bujue took the packet of straws, he politely thanked the man. Then, he opened the seal of the packet and took out one of the straws.
It was obvious that the straws were of good quality (expensive). After he opened the packet, he saw that each of the straws was individually wrapped.
Feng Bujue placed the remaining pack of straws into his shirt pocket and tore open the packaging of the one that he was holding. Then … he walked to a round table with champagne, picked up a glass, and poked the straw into it.
Throughout the whole process, everyone in the hall was looking at him. Even if some people pretended not to look, their attention was still on him.
"So … Who should I start with?" After a few seconds, Feng Bujue raised the glass of champagne to his eye level, and then … he did not move the glass.
At this moment, some people in the crowd suddenly had a change of expression. Obviously, these people immediately realized what Brother Jue was going to do.
"Hmm … This way …" Feng Bujue looked at the bent straw that floated in the champagne glass several times before it leaned against the side of the glass and drooped to the side.
The next second, he looked in the direction the straw was "pointing" … and his eyes stopped on the person standing in the line closest to him.
Coincidentally, that person … was the short and fat man wearing a Peking opera mask who talked to the organizer before.
"Okay, I've decided on you," Feng Bujue said casually as he waved his arm to point at the man.
"You … What are you doing?" The short and fat man was shocked and could not help but take half a step back.
"What am I doing?" Feng Bujue repeated the man's question and then replied with a smile, "Ha … Of course, I am here to challenge you — a guessing game."
"You … You little brat …" The short and fat man came back to his senses and was a little annoyed. "You actually used such a casual method to decide …"
"You're out of luck." Feng Bujue interrupted him and continued, "Okay, stop being so long-winded. You don't meet the criteria of 'having played two games', right? So you can't refuse my challenge. " He raised his hand and gestured at the "table" next to him. "Come on, don't waste time."
"Hmph …" Two seconds later, the short and fat man snorted. Then, he raised his hand and adjusted the collar of his tuxedo. Then, he raised his head and walked with what he thought was "dignified and steady" steps to the cart that Brother Jue pointed at.
"I hope you won't regret this hasty decision." He looked at Feng Bujue and said in a loud voice.
This sentence was not only for Brother Jue, but also for everyone around and the organizer.
The short and fat man also knew that at this moment, he and the man in the crow mask had become the center of attention. The process and result of their duel were likely to affect the rest of the game.
"Oh, oh …" Feng Bujue responded perfunctorily to the short and fat man's threat and said, "Mister, since we are going to have a lot of interactions later, I wonder … how should I address you?"
"Whatever," the short and fat man replied unhappily.
"Are you sure? Dazed Beast. "Feng Bujue's next sentence immediately changed the other party's mind.
"What did you call me?" For some reason, at this moment, the short and fat man's mind flashed with Brother Jue's words not long ago, "I've decided to choose you."
"You don't like it? What happened to 'whatever'? Dazed Hippopotamus, "Feng Bujue said again.
When he said this sentence, a few people in the crowd couldn't help but laugh, but they all covered their faces and chuckled. After all, they didn't want to attract attention.
"Okay, okay …" The short and fat man compromised before Brother Jue called out the names of other elves. "You can call me 'Mr. Jing.'"
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