"Twenty-five rounds."
As soon as the man in the suit and sunglasses finished his sentence, Feng Bujue had already completed the "round declaration." Undoubtedly, he had decided on this number a long time ago.
"This kid … He only said twenty-five rounds," Mr. Jing thought to himself. "That's a little too few …"
Although Mr. Jing had read the complete rules like Brother Jue, he didn't do a detailed calculation of the surrender penalty. He only knew that as long as he chose to surrender after thirty-one rounds, he would definitely make a profit.
Besides, he also tried to figure out how many rounds it would take to guess the six numbers of "six digits, ten digits, and repeatable".
Unfortunately, it was very difficult to guess things out of thin air. Unless you had multiple personalities (yes, I'm talking about Muto Games), you wouldn't be able to play with yourself in a game like guessing numbers.
Judging from the nature of tonight's banquet, it was impossible for the guests to help each other practice. Therefore, Mr. Jing could only use the "surrender penalty" to figure out the correct answer. It would take at least "thirty rounds" to guess the correct answer.
"One thousand dollars." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jing called the lowest bet.
"Hmph … I see …" When Feng Bujue heard the number, he immediately chuckled. "Third-rate …"
"What did you say?" Mr. Jing heard the obvious disdain and mockery in Zhang Zian's words. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he naturally couldn't keep quiet.
"I'll explain it to you later." Feng Bujue responded in a lazy tone. "I don't want to waste too much time on a third-rate player. Let's get this over with."
After that, he didn't give Mr. Jing any chance to refute. He immediately said, "For the first round, I call one thousand dollars. Do you want to call or surrender?"
After asking this question, he pressed the timer beside his hand.
Obviously, Mr. Jing wouldn't surrender in the first round. He replied, "I'll call." Then, he raised his hand and pressed the timer button on his side.
At the same second, Feng Bujue had already bent down and started writing on the paper. The first set of numbers he guessed was — — six zeros.
After he finished writing, he handed the paper to Mr. Jing and pressed the timer. Mr. Jing took the paper and glanced at it. He quickly wrote down 0A0B below the line of numbers. When he handed the paper back to Mr. Jing, he also pressed the timer.
The above was the standard flow of a round.
"0A0B" meant that Feng Bujue had not guessed any of the numbers or positions correctly. In other words, among the six numbers that Mr. Jing wrote down, there was not a single "0". In a sense, such an opening was better than guessing several numbers correctly. This was because it reduced the number of digits from "ten" to "nine." Moreover, the "0" could be used as an "auxiliary number" for deduction. For example, Brother Jue could guess "000001." If the feedback was 0A1B or 1A0B, he could determine whether the "1" existed in the answer. If he was lucky, he could directly determine the position of the "1".
Of course, after such a standard flow, Feng Bujue paid one thousand dollars.
"Hmm …" Brother Jue took back the paper and glanced at it. Then, he said, "For the second round, I'll still bet one thousand dollars."
(I'll omit most of the description of the timer. You just need to know that they pressed the timer.)
"I'll call." Mr. Jing was very decisive this time.
Basically, at least in the first fifteen rounds, as long as the guessing side didn't have a huge change in the amount of bets, the game maker could call without hesitation.
In this game, there was no such thing as "the guessing side deliberately not raising the amount of bets when they were sure they could win." Even if the guessing side knew that this behavior would cause the opponent to surrender, the penalty for surrendering was definitely more than the minimum amount of bets.
"Referee, I have a question that I want to confirm." Feng Bujue lowered his head to write the second set of numbers. He suddenly spoke to the man in the suit and sunglasses next to him.
"Go ahead," the man in the suit responded immediately.
"About what you just said … If you're caught cheating, you'll be immediately disqualified …" Feng Bujue asked a surprising question in a calm tone, "Can I interpret it as … If you're not caught cheating on the spot, does that mean that you're 'tacitly allowed'?"
As soon as he said this, the crowd started to clamor. Mr. Jing's face under the mask twitched.
On the other hand, the man in the suit and sunglasses was relatively calm. "Yes, since you're not caught cheating on the spot, there's no way to punish you."
Obviously, this wasn't the first time he had answered such a question. Regarding the "cheating" part, the organizer wouldn't have missed it, and his "referees" were well aware of it.
"Are you kidding me?" However, the next second, Mr. Jing couldn't take it anymore. "If you can't guarantee fairness, what's the use of having referees like you? Are you going to stand guard at the side? "
"Sir." The man in the suit didn't change his attitude. "'Fairness' on the gambling table is relative. 'Cheating' is also a part of one's ability. Besides, the risk and reward are proportional. If you're caught cheating, your trip tonight will end early. " He paused and continued, "Besides, I didn't say that I can't guarantee fairness. I just said that I can't punish you if you're not caught cheating on the spot. Don't underestimate us' sentries' … "At this point, his eyes under the sunglasses silently moved to Brother Jue, and there was a hint of threat in his tone." It is not that easy to cheat under my watch. "
"Haha …" Feng Bujue didn't care about Mr. Jing's gaze and intimidation. He passed a piece of paper with six "1s" written on it to Mr. Jing and let out an unsettling laugh.
"Wait! What if there's a cheating method that's not caught cheating on the spot, but is exposed after the game is over? How does that count? "Mr. Jing was still thinking about the previous topic.
"Ha … Hahahaha …" Before the man in the suit could reply, Feng Bujue laughed out loud. "Aren't you talking nonsense? Let's not talk about gambling … Let's talk about a football game. Have you ever seen someone change the result after the game? " As he said this, he took a sip of champagne with the straw inserted into the eye socket of his mask. "If you can't expose cheating on the spot, it can only be said that … 'the one who is fooled is the fool.' If you can overturn the result after the fact, then what's the point of winning and losing?"
"Well …" the man in the suit also said, "Yes, the result of every game is' absolute. 'We don't agree with the practice of proving that the other party cheated after all the calculations are completed."
"Tsk …" Mr. Jing snorted, but he didn't have time to get angry because the feedback time limit was only thirty seconds. He could only angrily write "0A0B" on the paper and hand it back to Brother Jue.
"Haha … You're lucky." Feng Bujue saw that the second number he guessed was completely excluded from the correct answer. He was very happy. "With this opening, the answer can be solved in about twenty rounds …"
He pretended to be talking to himself and said the second half of the sentence in a low voice. He deliberately let Mr. Jing hear him.
After Mr. Jing heard this, his heart was beating like a drum. "Damn this kid … What is he trying to do? Why did he ask the referee that question? Is he trying to do something … Or is he just trying to disturb me? "
He was half right. One of the purposes of Feng Bujue's communication with the referee was to disturb him …
In this game, there were actually very few ways to cheat. If someone really wanted to cheat, they would have to do it when the question maker was writing the answer, or directly find a way to cheat from the referee who was keeping the answer.
Now that the game had already started, even if the guessing player wanted to cheat, there was no effective way to do so.
Therefore, when Feng Bujue said this, it didn't mean that he wanted to do it. He just wanted to create psychological pressure for the other party that "I really might do it."
In addition, Brother Jue's communication with the referee had another purpose. It was to provide a "train of thought" for the other guests.
He hoped that through this conversation, the idea that "as long as you don't get caught cheating" could be implanted in the minds of the surrounding people. It was a foreshadowing for the following "layout".
…
To make a long story short, in the first nine rounds, Feng Bujue guessed the nine numbers one by one according to the order from zero to eight (he didn't need to guess the last one). He lost a total of nine thousand dollars.
Just like that, it came to the tenth round.
At this time, Feng Bujue could confirm that the six numbers written by Mr. Jing didn't include the five numbers 0, 1, 4, 6, and 9.
In other words, the answer was made up of five numbers, 23578. As a six-digit number that contained five numbers, one of the numbers was naturally repeated. This number had been tested in the previous ten rounds. When Lin Sanjiu guessed the six "8s," Mr. Jing's feedback was 2A0B, which meant that there were two "8s" in the six-digit number.
Therefore, from this round onwards, the core of guessing changed from "guessing the number" to "guessing the position." Anyway, the answer was definitely the six numbers 235788. Now, it was time to see how they were arranged.
"Heh … Do you suddenly feel that it's not impossible to solve the problem in twenty-five rounds?" In this round, after Feng Bujue called out the bet, he once again used a verbal attack to harass the other party.
At this moment, Mr. Jing's face had become very gloomy. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so he didn't show his cowardice in front of everyone.
However, his short and fat body was very fat, and he sweated very easily. The sweat that flowed from his head and face all the way to his neck looked shiny under the light. It was obvious that he had been betrayed.
"Humph … Even if you successfully guessed the answer in twenty-five rounds, so what? I only bet one thousand dollars in the 'gambling round.' " Mr. Jing didn't want to be outdone. "Let's take a step back. Even if I am forced to surrender, I still have to guess the answer in the next round. Heh heh …" He forced out two dry laughs and said, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for giving me a good guess."
"Sigh …" Feng Bujue shook his head and let out a long sigh. "After all, he's just a third-rate gambler …" He shrugged. "'I only lost by a small amount' and 'there's still the next round' … It's very dangerous to have this kind of thinking at the gambling table." He paused for half a second. "When you come to your senses … you have been retreating under the influence of this kind of thinking. You are standing on the edge of the cliff. At that time, when you are faced with the pressure of 'one more step back and you will die,' you will collapse completely. Or, you will fight until your head is broken … This kind of person …" He snorted coldly. "Humph … This is what we call a 'fish in water'."
"Cut the crap!" Mr. Jing shouted impatiently. "I'm in! Let's start guessing! Round ten! "
He wouldn't back down here. However, his tough attitude was just to cover up the fact that he had no confidence.
Let's not talk about the huge gap between Mr. Jing and Brother Jue in terms of gambling. In terms of calculation … Mr. Jing was quite bad.
Not to mention the calculation of the number guessing game itself, he couldn't even calculate the chips and the penalty … If this kind of person didn't lose, then it would be unreasonable.
…
Twelve minutes later, the game was still going on.
It was the twenty-first round now.
After guessing for more than ten rounds, Mr. Jing's confidence was boosted. So far, Feng Bujue's best guess was 2A/4B …
"Ha! Hahaha … "Looking at Brother Jue's serious face, Mr. Jing couldn't help but laugh proudly." What's wrong? Where's your arrogance just now? "He raised his head and sneered." You said I'm a third-rate gambler? So what? You talk so much, but after guessing for so long … It seems that you are still far from the answer … "
At the same time, next to the railing on the second floor.
"Humph … What an idiot." The organizer sneered softly. "He doesn't even know that he's done for …"
At this time, the two men in suits beside the organizer had brought him a telescope and a tablet device that could be connected to all the cameras in the main hall. The organizer could clearly see what the two men had written on the paper through the images transmitted by the tablet.
"A piece of trash who can't even detect the existence of the 'escape round' actually chose to 'accept protection' …" The organizer then read, "This kind of person really has no value other than his organs."
"Young master." Man B reminded him, "I think this' Mr. Yan 'can only choose to' accept protection 'because what he faces outside is not just a simple debt, but also a prison sentence."
Man A added, "Mr. Yan's superior is a criminal who was recently investigated for corruption. As one of the people on 'that line,' he has made a lot of money. Now, he urgently needed a large sum of money to build some connections and buy the result of a 'transfer punishment' for himself. Otherwise … he will have to go to prison. "
"I see … Bureaucrats." The organizer rested his chin on one hand and put down the tablet in his hand. "This is not going to be easy …" His thoughts had already jumped to other places. "Looking at his condition … there's an eighty percent chance that his liver and stomach won't meet the requirements for the transplant. That's a six-figure loss …"
Let's not talk about the organizer's calculation. Let's look back at the gambling table.
In the face of Mr. Jing's provocation, Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds. Then, he said something that surprised the other party, "I'll bet all my remaining money in this round. Eighty thousand."
At this moment, many people in the crowd sucked in a breath of cold air.
Mr. Jing's smug expression instantly froze, and it turned into an inexplicable embarrassment and … fear.
"Wh … What?" Two seconds later, Mr. Jing reacted. "So far, you have only guessed 2A correctly, but you …"
"That's very normal." Feng Bujue interrupted him. "Take your number as an example. It's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations there are in total. (Note: Because I can't make a corner mark here, I can only do it like this.) Using the idea of C16 * A55-C26 * A44 or the shortcut of A662 to calculate it. Anyway, the answer is 360 possibilities. The difficult part is … how to eliminate the 359 incorrect combinations. With such a large base, even if there are hints of 'how many A' and 'how many B's there are, it's still difficult to figure out the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly … it still depends on a little bit of 'luck'. "
He paused for a few seconds. "Of course, if you can understand my reasoning, then you should have noticed that … as early as three rounds ago, I was very close to the answer. At that time, those who understood the 'rules' well enough … or rather, those who understood the meaning of 'those few rounds' still had a chance to recover their losses. However, you are obviously not that kind of person. "
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by 'those few rounds'? Aren't the rules obvious? " Mr. Jing started to panic. No matter how slow he was, the aura of victory that Feng Bujue exuded had already been transmitted to him.
"When I was betting on the number of rounds, I deliberately chose 'twenty-five rounds'. However, your reaction showed that you knew nothing about the meaning of this round." Feng Bujue was still talking. "At that time … I have already confirmed your level." He spread his hands and chuckled. "Generally speaking … you don't even know how to play this game. This … can be seen from the fact that you gave up the chance to 'escape' from 'those few rounds' without knowing it, and you were completely clueless about my reasoning. "
Feng Bujue finished all the champagne in his glass. He paused for a while and said, "Okay, don't just stand there. One minute is almost up."
"Huh? Ah! "In a panic, Mr. Jing's decision time had reached the last five seconds.
When he looked at the timer, his mind was still a mess. "What the hell is this kid talking about … I don't understand! Is it a bluff … If it is a bluff, then I only need to grit my teeth and kill him. But what if … "
"Three … Two …" On the other hand, Feng Bujue had started to count down loudly.
"I! I … "Finally, Mr. Jing closed his eyes and pressed the timer. At the same time, he shouted angrily," I surrender! "
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