'Now that I think about it … When I challenged Mr. Jing, he was the one who chose the table. But against a third-rate opponent … I don't think he needed to cheat.' Gold Face Scowl thought to himself. 'When I challenged him, I didn't think about changing the table. But now that I think about it, including this match, he has already fought three matches on the same table.'
He looked at the referee's meticulous and expressionless face, half of which was covered by a pair of sunglasses. Then, he looked at his Brother Jue.
'When he issued the initial challenge, although he seemed to have casually chosen the table closest to him, at the end of the day … Isn't it up to him to decide where to stand? In other words, the actual situation is very likely that he found the one he bribed among the many referees and deliberately wandered to the table near the referee's table before issuing the challenge. ' The more Gold Face Scowl thought about it, the more he felt that his reasoning was sound. 'He used the straw to pick the challenger in a dramatic way to cover up this fact. At that time, when no one was willing to challenge him, his action undoubtedly made the people around him marvel at the fact that he could even randomly choose his opponent. Because of this, they neglected the fact that he chose the table and the fact that he probably didn't choose the table randomly.'
Beep, beep, beep.
Just as Gold Face Scowl was deep in thought, a series of rapid beeps interrupted his train of thought.
"The time limit for feedback is up, sir." The referee's cold voice rang out. "The penalty for exceeding the time limit is 1% of the maximum amount of gold you have at the start of the match. In addition, the next 30-second countdown will start immediately …" As he spoke, he looked at Gold Face Scowl and pointed at the timer. "The next time, the penalty will be 2%. Please take note."
"This …" At this moment, Gold Face Scowl realized that he had wasted too much time thinking. For the first time in his life, he felt that he didn't have enough time to think.
This was a situation that he had never encountered before.
Gold Face Scowl was a very outstanding person, a true "elite" in the truest sense of the word.
His family was not wealthy, but they were quite well-off. He had never attended a public school since he was young, but he was outstanding in any group.
She had top-notch academic results, top-notch athletic ability, and even an innate advantage in terms of looks.
When he was still a student, he had always been associated with the words' cadre ',' representative ',' special student ', and so on. Or, to put it more directly, he was the legendary' other people's child '.
Before he graduated from university, he had received an offer from a well-known company and became the youngest senior manager in the company's history in the sixth year after he entered the company.
He was the standard winner in life. He almost didn't know what setbacks were because he never failed.
To be praised and to win victories was a matter of course to him, and he was perfectly happy to bask in the envious and admiring gazes of others.
In his opinion, those mediocre people who appeared in his life were all unremarkable "extras", and he … was like the "main character" of this world.
Until … he was thirty-two years old …
A month ago, Gold Face had a disagreement with his superior on a certain project. Arrogant to the point of being obstinate, he chose to ignore his superior's advice and forcefully carried out his decision.
In the end, he failed miserably and caused a huge loss.
Even if he went bankrupt, he wouldn't be able to fill this gap by himself. However, if he could get an eight-figure sum of liquid funds, then he would have ways to mediate and remedy the situation. At least for a long time, no one would find out about his actions.
Therefore, he appeared on this ship today …
Today, he thought that he was the "main character" here as usual.
However, the nightmarish reality gradually woke up this person who had not experienced the ups and downs of life.
And the name of the "main character" was Feng Bujue.
…
"Hurry up and write." Brother Jue saw that Gold Face was still hesitating, so he smiled and pressured him. "What? Do you think 1,000 USD is not enough? If you exceed the time limit, it will be 2,000 USD. "
"I... I protest!" Gold Countenance suddenly turned and shouted at the organizer on the second floor railing.
His shout not only attracted the attention of the organizer, but also attracted the attention of many people in the main hall.
"Ha …" The organizer opened his mouth and exhaled. Then, he stood up and looked at Gold Face. "What are you protesting about?"
"Your people were bribed by him! They cheated together! " Gold Face shouted at the organizer as he raised his hand and pointed at the man in the suit and Brother Jue.
When he said this, the referee was stunned and did not know how to react.
"Haha …" After Feng Bujue heard this, he spread his hands and laughed. "Look at you, tattling to the teacher … Tsk, tsk, tsk."
This time, his ridicule did not have any practical meaning, but … he liked it …
"My people … were bribed by him?" Two seconds later, the organizer replied with a smile. "Why do you say that? Do you have any evidence? "
"Here's the evidence!" Gold Face Scowl shouted with certainty, raising the paper in his hand.
"What's wrong with this paper?" the organizer asked.
"He guessed 1A5B in the first round!" Gold Face replied with a frown.
"Oh …" the organizer responded weakly. "So?"
"So?" Gold Face's tone changed. "So they must have colluded to cheat!"
"Ha … Haha …" After hearing this, the organizer shook his head and laughed dryly.
Almost at the same time, Feng Bujue laughed in the same way.
"What are you laughing at?" Gold Face sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and his voice lowered.
"Who made the rule that … we can't guess 1A5B in the first round?" the organizer asked.
"And who made the decision? If he guessed 1A5B in the first round, he must have cheated?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Ridiculous!" Gold Face shouted. "If he didn't cheat, how could he guess all six numbers in the first round?"
"Then … Did you see or see through his technique?" the organizer asked.
"I …" Gold Face didn't answer the question directly. "His technique is to cooperate with the referee! The referee must be somewhere I can't see … For example, in a blind spot … He must have told the man the numbers through hand gestures or secret signals! "
As soon as this was said, the referee instinctively wanted to defend himself. However, after looking up at the organizer, he swallowed his words in the end.
He knew that in front of the organizer, defending himself was superfluous. Defending himself was a form of questioning the organizer.
"No, he didn't," the organizer said. As he spoke, he fiddled with the tablet in his hand a few times. He pulled up the surveillance footage of Feng Bujue and Gold Face's table and played it in fast forward. "From the footage captured by this camera, it can be seen that he didn't move at all. His hands, feet, shoulders … They were all very stable. He didn't even move his lips or fingers."
"This …" Gold Face saw this and said, "The man with the crow must have cheated in some other way! Either the referee didn't see it, or he was bribed by him … He pretended not to see it! "
"Phew …" The organizer exhaled again, picked up the mystery drink next to him, and took a sip. "Let me organize my thoughts …" he paused. "You accused my man of cheating, but you have no evidence at all, and you can't tell me the exact method. The only thing you can rely on is … the answer that the man gave in the first round."
Even Gold Face could tell that he was in the wrong. He hurriedly said, "No! There are many other signs … "He pointed at Feng Bujue." He … When I just finished writing the answer, he said something like 'I see, it's these numbers!' And he only announced it for seven rounds! These are all signs of cheating! "
"Signs …" The organizer sneered. "Hmm … That's an interesting way to put it." He looked at Brother Jue and asked, "Mr. Crow, how do you explain this?"
"Psychological warfare," Feng Bujue replied succinctly.
"You heard it?" The organizer asked Gold Face again.
"He … This …" Gold Face did not know what else to say. After all, he had no evidence, and that was his biggest weakness.
However, Gold Face did not wish for the match to continue because he was certain that Brother Jue had cheated. Taking a step back, even if Brother Jue did not cheat, one round was already 1A5B, so the chance of him getting the answer within seven rounds was very high. In other words … Gold Face would not be able to last until the eighth round before surrendering. Once he lost that 100,000 bet, he would be eliminated directly.
"Then … this round does not count!" Gold Face said. "I want a new round! And I want a new referee, "he said to the organizer." Ha … What do you think? In order to prove the fairness of the duel, I don't think you will refuse … "
"Okay, okay, I got it," the organizer interrupted him and said to Man B, "Let's do it."
"Yes, Young Master." Suit Big Man B responded.
Before he could finish his sentence, the man, who was almost two meters tall, jumped over the railing on the second floor.
He was like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon diving into the sea.
After landing with a loud crash, the man rushed to Brother Jue's cart and grabbed Gold Face's shoulder with one hand.
"Ah!" Gold Face Scowl screamed in pain.
But before he could shout out the second syllable, he was pressed to the ground by the other party's skillful and forceful grappling technique.
"You … What are you doing?!" Gold Face, whose mask was pressed against the ground, shouted. He tried to resist but found that he was completely immobilized, as if he was being stepped on by an elephant.
"You have lost completely," Man B said. "Come with me and get out of here."
"What! What nonsense are you talking about? "Gold Face shouted even louder." Organizer! What's going on? Please explain! "
"Are you kidding me?" At this time, the organizer had sat down again and was playing with his tablet leisurely. "You're asking me what's going on? Don't you know the rules of the gambling table? "
"What … What rules?" Gold Face asked with difficulty.
"The rules are …" At this time, Feng Bujue replaced the organizer and said to Gold Face, "The cheater will have his hands and feet chopped off, and the heaviest punishment will be his life."
When Gold Face heard this, he was furious. "I … I didn't cheat! It was clearly you … "
"Without any evidence, it's the same to accuse the other party of cheating." The next second, the organizer said, "Why don't you think about it? If what you said was true, how would my men be treated?" He raised his finger and pointed at the judge. "The world of gambling is not the kind of place where you can point at someone's nose and shout that they are cheating while you can stay out of it …" He shook his head. "You don't have conclusive evidence, you don't have the ability to catch people in the act, and you don't have the awareness to bear the consequences … How dare you say that the other party 'must have cheated' …"
Bang!
The organizer immediately slapped the railing in front of him and shouted in a stern tone for the first time, "Do you think this is a kindergarten's playroom? How dare you ask for a rematch? You want me to 'prove the fairness of the duel'? " He waved his arm and pointed. "If it weren't for the presence of a lady, I would have gotten someone to beat the shit out of you two minutes ago!" He paused for half a second and shouted at Man B, "He signed a 'protection contract', didn't he? Drag him out of here immediately! "
"Yes!" Man B took the order and moved his knee away from Gold Masked Scowl's spine. He lifted him up and walked away.
"No … No!" At this moment, Gold Masked Scowl was finally scared, but begging for mercy … was undoubtedly too late.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly spoke, trying to call Man B. "Wait."
But … Man B ignored Brother Jue, as if he didn't hear him at all. He used his steel-like arm to drag Gold Masked Scowl out of the room.
"Wait." Two seconds later, the organizer spoke again. This time, Man B stopped.
"Mr. Crow, do you have anything else to say?" the organizer asked.
"No, no, I just … have a few words to say to Gold Masked Scowl." Feng Bujue said as he walked up to Gold Masked Scowl.
Gold Masked Scowl's expression was almost the same as the mask he was wearing.
"Mr. … Mr. Crow …" Gold Masked Scowl sobbed and said to Brother Jue, "Please help me! I'll give you three … no … fifty thousand! "
Brother Jue ignored Gold Masked Scowl's pleading and said, "Do you want to know how I was able to guess 1A and 5B in the first round?"
Gold Masked Scowl was stunned by the question. He replied blankly, "Wh … Why?"
"Actually, it's very simple …" Feng Bujue said, "I guessed it."
"That's impossible!" Gold Masked Scowl replied almost instinctively.
"No, it's very easy." Brother Jue said, "First of all, you must have written 1. This is what I 'saw' because when you wrote 1, the movement of the pen was very obvious. I was sure that there was a '1' in the answer.
"Secondly, you must have written 8 and 9 because you know that my habit of guessing is to start from six zeros. If the answer didn't contain 8 and 9, it would have saved me a round. At least, before I made the declaration of 'seven rounds,' your idea was reasonable.
"Then, it was just a simple guess …"
"Due to my work, I've done a lot of research on puzzle-solving. I once saw it in a document from the 1990s. When people write random numbers, the most common three numbers are 3, 5, and 8. Although I wasn't sure about the reliability of the document, it was just a guess anyway. There was no need for me to be 'sure' of anything. Besides, when I was dueling with Mr. Jing, he wrote these three numbers as well. In a sense, it was also a kind of proof.
"In short, up until now, I had the five numbers 13589.
"Then, I thought about the 'repetition number.' Adding a repetition number would make the answer more confusing. You know this very well, so I thought that you wouldn't let it go. So, which repetition number would it be? Based on my guessing sequence, it would be best to choose 9. This would ensure that I wouldn't get all six numbers until the ninth round.
"So, I wrote 135899. That's how the answer came to be."
"No …" Gold Masked Scowl stammered. "No! You lied to me! It can't be so coincidental! The reason for guessing 1, 8, 9, and 9 is still valid, but 3 and 5 … "He swallowed hard." The way you guessed, the probability of guessing more than four is very high, but if you guessed all of them … "
"I didn't plan to get all of them right." Feng Bujue said, "My original plan was to guess four to five numbers in the first round. As long as I could do that, my plan would be a success."
This sentence was like a sharp arrow that pierced through Gold Masked Scowl's heart, causing the blood in his body to stop flowing.
"You … you didn't plan to finish this round …" Gold Masked Scowl muttered after thinking for a few seconds.
"You finally understand," Feng Bujue replied calmly. "As I said before, you're a 'second-rate'. The difference between a third-rate and a second-rate is that the former is too weak, while the latter is self-righteous. Therefore, compared to a third-rate, it's easier for a second-rate to be implanted with ideas. " He shrugged. "To tell you the truth, I … never planned to cheat. I just gave you the impression that I must have cheated through my 'previous performances.' In a moment of desperation, you reacted as if you were seeking death. "
When Gold Masked Scowl heard this, he realized something. "Could it be? When you were playing against Mr. Jing, you were already … "
"Yes." Brother Jue smiled. "At that time, I had already completed my 'plan.' I asked the referee about my 'cheating' in front of everyone because I considered that … in the following rounds, I might meet some opponents who are very good in the field of calculation. At that time, I buried the shadow in my opponent's heart … that as long as I didn't get caught cheating, I would be able to pass safely. This shadow became an invincible blade in my psychological warfare."
Shock, despair, fear, and unwillingness …
Feng Bujue's idea flowed quietly in the air. He made Gold Masked Scowl experience a complicated and indescribable sense of defeat.
After a moment of silence, Gold Masked Scowl spoke again. "One day, I will be back … Whether it's five years or ten years … I will pay off my debt and make a comeback! When the time comes, I will … make a comeback to you at the gambling table … "
"Humph … How naive." Feng Bujue sneered and interrupted him. "'One day'? 'Make a comeback'? Heh … People who say such things when they are defeated will only gradually get used to failure … "
As he spoke, he put his hands in his pockets and took two steps back. "It's the same mentality you had when you came to challenge me … 'Because I'm not sure if I can still have the upper hand in the next game, I want to get rid of the potential strong opponent in this round first'. At first, it sounds reasonable, but the world of gambling has never been reasonable. People lose everything and even die for inexplicable reasons … This is gambling. Your level of calculation — this kind of plan to 'put yourself in a safe situation as soon as possible' — won't work here. Not only will it not work, but it will also lead you to your own destruction. "
At this point, Feng Bujue had already turned around and walked away slowly. "You haven't really sat on the gambling table yet, but you are full of confidence and want to win … This is ridiculous. You should go back to the field you are familiar with and pay for the other mistakes in your life. "
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