Mr. Jing quickly left with a pen and a piece of paper. It seemed like the tall man's advice was effective.
The moment the man left, Feng Bujue turned his head to ask the man in the suit and sunglasses, "Judge, what about the lowest bet that I can call?"
"Round it up from one decimal point," the referee replied. "For example, if you have 102112 gold, 1% of it would be 1021.12. You can drop the rest, so the lowest bet you can make in the 'gambling round' would be 1021 USD."
"Okay, I'll bet on this amount," Feng Bujue replied immediately.
"Oh?" When the tall man heard this, he immediately replied in a provocative tone, "Hey hey … Mr. Crow, I only declared eighteen rounds. Is there a need to be so conservative?"
Brother Bujue didn't answer him. Instead, he asked, "How should I address you?"
"Haha … That's easy." The tall man raised his hand and pointed at his golden crying mask. "You can call me 'Gold Face Worry'."
"Gold Face." The next second, Feng Bujue continued, "With your ability, you should have known the strategy of this game when Mr. Jing and I played the first round. At that time, you could have picked anyone you wanted to challenge. After two rounds, you could have won at least ten to twenty thousand USD …" He paused for half a second. "But … why did you challenge me?"
"Hmph …" Gold Face sneered. "It's simple …" As he spoke, he looked at the organizer on the second floor. "There are only eight winners in tonight's banquet. Indeed, I am confident that I can get into the top 64 in this first game. But … there are other games after this. I have to think about what to do next …"
"Hah …" Feng Bujue chuckled. "In other words … you are very confident about this first game, so … you wish to deal with those 'potential enemies' before 'this game ends', right?"
"Ah … That's right." Gold Face had no intention of hiding anything. He knew very well that it was futile to hide anything from this' crow '. "It's not that I think I'll lose in the new game, but after all, the content of the new game is still unknown. Wouldn't it be a waste if I don't take advantage of my absolute advantage?"
"Hmph … You're the kind of person who has a death wish." Feng Bujue laughed. It was the kind of laughter that made people uneasy.
"Haha …" Gold Face chuckled. "You still haven't answered my initial question, Mr. Crow …" He changed the topic. "You and I both know that the 'Survival Round' is between the nineteenth and twentieth round. In order to win, I even bet the Round Declaration on the number eighteen. In the face of my 'sincerity', are you only willing to pay 1,021 USD?"
"Yes, that's the price of your sincerity." Feng Bujue was unmoved. "Time is precious. You'd better start guessing …" He glanced at the timer. "Don't forget, the time we are talking now … is your forty-five minutes of guessing time."
"Okay, okay, then I'll start …" Gold Face Scowl pretended to be very disappointed, and then began to guess …
…
The two of them moved quickly. Whether it was calling, calling, guessing, or giving feedback … they did it without thinking.
In just four minutes, the first nine rounds were completed.
In the first nine rounds, Gold Face's guessing method was the same as Feng Bujue's.
Therefore, by the tenth round, he had already guessed the six numbers written by his Brother Jue. They were 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, and 9.
And the money he lost was 9,000 USD.
"Hmm … So, he used the 'non-repeating' six numbers?" When calling for the tenth round, Gold Face said worriedly, "Just as I expected …" He looked up at his Brother Jue. "You have already mastered the guessing method of this game. You know very well how to increase the opponent's guessing steps. You also know the 'most efficient' guessing method."
Speaking of this, Gold Face tilted his head. "Humph … When you were playing with Mr. Jing just now, you deliberately didn't use the best method. Instead, you used another indirect method of elimination to solve the problem. In this way, the opponent would have the illusion that you were still a certain distance away from the answer. " He spread his hands and said in a helpless tone, "In the end, the 'third-rate' who didn't know anything fell into the trap. Until the twentieth round, he still thought that you, who had only guessed '2A' at most, were at least five or six steps away from the answer. As a result, he missed the 'escape round.'"
"Are you done babbling?" Feng Bujue said, "It's almost time to call for bets."
"Heh … I'll still bet 1,000 USD for this round." Gold Face deliberately waited until the timer reached the last second before calling out his chips and pressing the switch.
"Very well." The moment Gold Face called out his chips, Brother Jue said, "I surrender."
"Hmm?" Gold Face was obviously stunned this time.
A second later, Feng Bujue called out to the referee, who was also a little stunned, "Referee, let's settle the score."
"Uh … Ah." The referee had been hosting this kind of gambling game for a long time, so he was very fast at calculating the score. "That … The game maker announced his surrender in the tenth round. The fine is 11000 USD. Plus the 1021 for the 'gambling round', minus the 9,000 USD that the guessing side lost in the previous nine rounds, the final score is … 3021. The game maker, please pay."
Before he even finished, Brother Jue had already started to pull out the money.
"You …" As the cashier, Gold Face Scowl looked a little annoyed. "You're really watertight …"
"Humph …" Feng Bujue shrugged and snorted. "If Mr. Jing is' third-rate ', then you're' second-rate '."
"You …" Gold Face was about to say something but stopped. After two seconds, he said in a fierce tone, "Are you trying to provoke me … I won't fall for it."
"The characteristic of a second-rate … is that you think you're smart." Feng Bujue ignored his words and continued, "For example, just now … You deliberately chose to blabber a lot before the tenth round and waited until the last second to press the timer … Do you think you're shooting the buzzer in basketball?" He mocked, "On the surface, you tried your best to put on a 'I'm not in a hurry' look. At the same time, you used words to distract the opponent and try to make the opponent anxious." He mimicked Gold Face's posture and spread out his hands. "Although your tone and body language are on point, the more you act like this … the easier it is to expose your true intentions."
"Don't be so arrogant and criticize me," Gold Face said unhappily. "As long as you've done the math, you'll know … The tenth round is a 'second-rate escape round'. Although compared to the nineteenth and twentieth rounds, you'll lose more money if you surrender here. But before the eleventh to twentieth rounds, if you already feel that the situation is not good, this is your last chance to escape." As he spoke, he raised his voice. "In my opinion … You're just afraid that I'll guess the answer in the tenth round and suddenly raise the stakes. So, at the beginning of this round, you planned to escape in the tenth round!"
While the two were talking, the referee had finished calculating the money, destroyed Brother Jue's answer sheet, and cleaned up the table.
Now, the preparations for the second round were ready. At the beginning of this round, the ratio of the funds of the two sides was —
Feng Bujue: 99091 USD.
Gold Face: 103021 USD.
"You can think of it that way," Feng Bujue said. "Anyway … set the question."
"Hmph …" Gold Face snorted gloomily. He wrote six numbers on the paper and handed it to the referee.
"Are these six enough?" The referee still had to confirm with him as usual.
"Yes," Gold Face replied.
"Okay." The referee looked at Brother Jue again. "Then … the guessing side of the second round, please make your declaration."
"One million." Feng Bujue didn't even think about it. He opened his mouth and said an extremely exaggerated number.
When the referee heard the number of rounds, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, but he didn't say anything. After all, the guessing time was only 45 minutes. No matter how many rounds it took, the guessing side would lose completely.
"Tsk … I'll bet one thousand USD." When Gold Face saw the number of rounds, he naturally didn't have anything to think about. He placed the lowest bet …
…
Gold Face was a person who excelled in mathematics. He was also one of the "fish that slipped through the net" mentioned earlier. Not long after he read the rules, he had already calculated the "optimal solution" in his mind. According to this optimal solution, as long as one's luck wasn't too bad, there was a 90% chance that one would get the answer within 18 rounds.
As the game designer and organizer, he naturally knew this very well.
The formula for calculating the penalty, as well as the starting bet of the round, and so on, were all designed on this basis.
Gold Face saw through all of this and thought that he had completely grasped the strategy of the guessing game. That was why he challenged Brother Jue.
However … he had underestimated Feng Bujue. He didn't expect his opponent to choose to surrender in the tenth round.
Brother Jue's choice was tantamount to announcing that he didn't plan to win in this game.
However, even if he lost money, he had to make this choice. This was a rational concession. He had to minimize his losses, survive, and then … fight back.
…
What happened next was basically the same as the first round.
Feng Bujue used nine rounds to test out the six numbers written by his opponent.
Gold Face also chose to surrender in the tenth round because he also understood that the probability of his opponent guessing the answer before the nineteenth round was very high. It would be very disadvantageous to drag it out until the eleventh to twentieth round.
In the end, the settlement of this round was … Gold Face gave Brother Jue $2,981.
After this, Gold Face realized that he had only won $40 after working for half a day. Moreover, he had helped Feng Bujue use up the "second round."
From this moment on, Feng Bujue had the right to not accept other people's "challenges."
"Tsk …" After the second round, Gold Face used a condescending tone to tell Brother Jue, "Such a boring man, but … I suppose this is not a bad experiment." He said pretentiously, "At least it proves that if two people have the same computing ability and have understood the rules of the game, as long as the total amount of money is not too different, the result will be the same after the duel …"
Then, he waved his hand and turned around. "That's it … Mr. Crow, it seems that we have to wait until the next round to get a higher score …"
"Don't go." Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Bujue interrupted him. "Let's play another round."
These words caused Gold Face to freeze on the spot.
"Ha …" The next second, Feng Bujue's unsettling laughter sounded again. "I have already gone through two duels, but you have only gone through one, right?" He paused. "So, I challenge you now. You can only accept."
Gold Face Scowl swallowed his saliva and slowly turned around. He continued to pretend to be calm. "Hmph … Then I really have to thank you. You're here to help me exhaust the 'second duel' so that I can avoid being challenged in the future, right?"
"No, I'm here to win your money," Feng Bujue replied calmly.
"Ha!" Gold Face laughed drily. "Ridiculous!" He suddenly shouted. "Is there any difference between this round and the previous one?"
"There is …" Feng Bujue replied in a low voice. "Just now, I played with you in the field of computing and learned about your second-rate nature … Hehe …" He laughed strangely. "And now … I should invite you to the field of gambling."
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