The organizer used ten minutes to perfect the few suggestions that Feng Bujue had given.
He removed everyone's right to challenge and added in the rule that the referee would toss a coin to determine the right to attack first.
In this way, before the duel was established, no one would know whether they would be the one who came up with the question or the guesser. The order of attack and defense was decided by the coin toss, so both sides had nothing to say.
In addition, in order to reduce the objective gap caused by the lack of funds, the "second loan" was started. The upper limit of the loan was the difference between the player's current funds and the funds of the player in first place, rounded to the nearest whole number.
By the way, the player in first place was Feng Bujue.
The "time" advantage gave him more opportunities to hunt. By ten o 'clock sharp, his funds had reached more than three hundred thousand dollars.
Therefore, the amount of the second loan was based on him.
For example, if someone lost less than ten thousand dollars, he could borrow two hundred and ninety thousand dollars. If someone had sixty thousand dollars, he could borrow two hundred and forty thousand dollars.
Of course, they had to sign a new supplementary contract on the basis of the first contract they signed.
To make a long story short …
At ten thirty-eight, the second loan began.
Although the organizer had a group of top legal and financial personnel, the drafting and printing of the contract still took about twenty minutes.
To be honest, on the basis of not making any mistakes, these people's work was already very efficient. However, the organizer still seemed to be dissatisfied because he didn't like to wait.
"Hurry up! Scumbags, why are you still dawdling when it comes to borrowing money? Time waits for no one! "
While the players were borrowing money, the organizer was already urging them on the second floor.
Indeed, it was getting closer and closer to midnight. Even if Feng Bujue shortened the time of each duel to less than twenty minutes, they wouldn't be able to play too many rounds.
…
At ten forty-five, everyone who needed the money had completed the second loan.
At this moment, the winner was decided.
This time, everyone knew the importance of funds. No one was timid or hesitant anymore. They all raised the amount of funds to the upper limit of three hundred thousand dollars.
Therefore, at this point in time, the difference in funds between all the players disappeared. The right to challenge each other was also released. The order of attack and defense was up to fate.
In short … they had returned to a state of relatively fair competition.
Of course, it didn't mean that the advantage of the "frontrunners" from before had disappeared. This was because … at midnight, the moment the "number guessing duel" ended, everyone had to pay off their "loans" before settling their "chips."
Therefore, the laggards were still at a disadvantage. The "second loan" only gave them the capital and opportunity to counterattack.
As for whether or not they could make a comeback in the face of adversity, that would depend on their performance …
…
"Young Master, there's something I don't understand …" Ten minutes after the duel restarted, Suit Man A found an opportunity to speak to the organizer.
"What's the matter?" The organizer was in a good mood and immediately responded in a brisk tone.
"I can see the purpose of Jiang Daode's suggestion to you … He was afraid that the set of rules you originally wanted to change would be too disadvantageous for him, so he suggested a compromise." Suit Man A continued, "But what I don't understand is … Why is he still actively earning chips?"
"Yes … Young Master, I don't understand either …" Suit Man B also said at this time, "According to the current situation, he should try to stall for time and adopt a conservative strategy." He paused for half a second and said, "As the frontrunners, there's no need to continue to 'strive for profits.' They just need to 'lose less,' and they'll be able to stay at the front of the settlement."
"Haha …" The organizer heard this and laughed. "It's not your fault …" He shook his head. "The reason you can't understand his behavior is that your most basic 'thinking mode' is different from his."
As soon as he said this, the two men in suits looked at the organizer with puzzled faces, waiting for him to continue.
"You, and 99% of the hundreds of people here, are all thinking based on the idea of 'survival.'" The organizer paused for a moment and continued, "Survival in this game, survival in tonight's bet, return to the outside world … survival …"
Suit Man A gulped. "Young Master … Is this thinking … wrong?"
"There's no right or wrong in this …" The organizer replied. "It can only be said that your thinking represents the 'will of the majority', which is the so-called 'normal' …" As he said this, his gaze turned to Brother Jue in the venue. "But, that man … His thinking is different from yours, or should I say — 'abnormal.'"
"He … Does he want to die?" Suit Man B asked very straightforwardly.
"Haha …" The organizer was amused. "That's not what I meant …" He turned his head and looked at the two bodyguards beside him. Then, he said, "You've watched many of these 'good shows' with me. What do you think … The essence of 'gambling' is?"
The two men looked at each other and did not answer because they did not have a concrete answer in their hearts.
"Haha …" Seeing this, the organizer waited for a few seconds and said himself, "Gambling is a meaningless death …"
Although he said an 'answer', the two men still did not understand.
"The size of the cards, the number of points on the sieve, the whereabouts of a certain marble, the winner or loser of a certain game, and even what kind of car will drive past in the next minute …" the organizer continued, "Gambling is all about these 'boring' things … At least most of them are boring and meaningless. If it doesn't involve 'bets,' gambling will probably become as boring as statistics. But … With 'betting,' it's different. Winning can mean gaining everything, and losing can mean losing everything. Betting 'everything' on a 'result' that hasn't happened yet, enjoying the excitement of the process, and bearing the bliss or pain when the result is revealed … This is the real gambler, the real rascal. "
"Young Master, you mean …" Suit Man A turned to look at Brother Jue. "He is also a real …"
"No." The organizer interrupted him. "You're wrong to use the word 'also'." He spread his hands and smiled. "Only he is the real deal. I'm not a 'rascal' … I'm just a coward." He said sadly, "People like me who use money to protect myself and stay in a safe situation from the beginning to the end … can't be counted as' gambling '. At most, it's' playing '."
The organizer paused for a moment before continuing, "Obviously, this' Mr. Crow 'is a complete scoundrel. To make an inappropriate comparison, when everyone else is thinking about' how to survive until the next round of the game, 'he is thinking about' how to kill everyone '. This difference in nature, coupled with the gap in ability, makes his execution ability several levels higher than others … "
…
Night, 11: 59 p.m.
There was only one minute left before midnight.
According to the rules, the duels that had not been completed by midnight could be postponed until the end.
At this moment, almost all the 'guests' were still dueling.
Some of them had calm expressions on their faces, some had complacent expressions, and some had an expression that said 'it's already over'. Their masks covered their expressions, but sweat and tears … were still flowing down their cheeks and chins uncontrollably. Their bodies were trembling and their postures … were also unconcealable.
It could be said that although the last duel was not over yet, it was easy to tell who was going to be eliminated based on their body language.
On the other hand, the number of men in suits and sunglasses in the venue had increased again. Moreover, there were dozens of women in suits and sunglasses.
As the staff, they knew very well that the following scene would be quite ugly, so they needed to suppress a large number of people to control the situation.
And this noisy moment after midnight was also a scene that the organizer was very happy to see.
The people who had fallen into the swamp of despair showed their ugly and pathetic postures and faces.
The men, who had been standing tall and proud, were now kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, weeping bitterly. The women, who had been charming and graceful, were now screaming and crying hysterically.
However, this last struggle was undoubtedly in vain. They were eventually dragged out …
Among them, those who did not sign the 'protection contract' were forced to return to their respective cabins. Once the ship docked, they would be driven ashore and bear more serious debts.
As for those who had signed the 'protection contract', they were grouped according to gender. The other guests did not know where they were going, but … they could imagine their future as' possessions'.
…
Midnight, 12: 25 p.m.
"Ladies and gentlemen …" Tonight, the organizer came down from the second floor for the first time. "Allow me to congratulate you first."
He walked confidently to the middle of the main hall, and the two men in suits followed closely behind, one on each side of him.
"Congratulations to all of you for coming out on top in the number guessing contest." The organizer said this and clapped his hands lightly.
The next second, all the men and women in suits and sunglasses around him applauded. However … from their faces, there was not the slightest hint of 'congratulations'.
"Before announcing the rules of the next round of the game, allow me … to propose a toast to all of you."
Before the organizer finished speaking, the sixty-four men in sunglasses had already carried trays to the remaining sixty-four guests in the main hall.
Each of them had a glass of champagne on the tray in their hands.
"Please do me the honor …" As the organizer spoke, he took his glass of champagne from the hand of the sixty-fifth staff member and raised the glass high.
Seeing this, the guests naturally raised their glasses one after another. Some of the more tightly-masked guests used their other hand to slightly lift the lower half of their masks, ready to drink.
As for Feng Bujue … he had to raise the glass to almost the same height as his face to drink the thing inside, so at this moment, his action of "putting the straw into the eye of the mask" was still the same.
"Then …" The organizer raised his glass for a few seconds and said, "Hmm … let me think of a toast …"
"Hurry up, my hand is sore." As soon as the organizer finished speaking, Brother Jue urged him.
The organizer pursed his lips under the mask, "Okay … then to the world and …"
Before he could say the word "and", Feng Bujue interrupted him, "Who are you kidding? Peace my ass, do you think you're participating in a beauty contest? Something else! "
When the organizer heard this, his face twitched, and he muttered in his heart, "Hey hey … you're the one urging me … you're the one being picky … you're just looking for trouble …"
Although he thought about it, he still changed his words, "Then … thank you all …"
"Are you holding a one-month-old celebration or a class reunion? Why don't you call us guests instead? What are you thanking us for? You make it sound like we're here to give you face, change it to something else! "Brother Jue interrupted the organizer again and activated his ridiculing ability.
"I haven't even said what I want to thank you for!" The organizer finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled at Brother Jue, "Are you done?! Why don't you just say it! "
"Okay, I wish you all good health." Feng Bujue spoke very quickly and then slurped down half the glass of champagne.
The organizer was shocked, but after he recovered from his shock, he finished the champagne in his hand with the other guests.
Because he felt that he had lost his composure, the organizer awkwardly cleared his throat after drinking. After a few seconds, he said, "Hmm … then … everyone, I will now announce the content of the second game."
After that, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Two seconds later, a man in a suit and sunglasses came over and took the empty glass in the organizer's hand. Then, he handed something to the organizer.
After the organizer took it, he raised the "thing" and showed it to everyone, "I call this game 'Triple Neurasthenia'."
When he said those words, he used a shuffling technique that was commonly seen in Hong Kong gambling movies in the 1990s and shuffled the neatly stacked, brand-new cards in his hand from top to bottom.
At this moment, the sixty-three guests present didn't see anything from the organizer's dazzling technique, except for one person … who already knew a lot.
"Hmm … it's not poker, it's special cards. There are a total of one hundred and two cards, divided into thirty-four patterns … It's more difficult than the normal 'Neurasthenia', but … "After a glance, Feng Bujue muttered to himself," Ha … you're still too young to play cards in front of me … "
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