While the organizer was drinking his weird drink upstairs, the guests on the first floor had already gone to the "desktop" to pick up the printed rules and started reading them.
Feng Bujue...is no exception.
Although he is quite familiar with the rules and methods of guessing numbers, and he is also very clear about the meaning of "six digits, ten digits, repeatable", but as a person who is more thoughtful and cautious in doing things, and a reading addict, he still can't do it.
I read the rules with interest.
Brother Jue is a man with a clear eye and superb memory and understanding. His trained mind is undoubtedly very suitable for this kind of game duel.
Soon, he understood the rules thoroughly... and began to formulate a strategy in his mind.
"Hmm... If Xiao Ling or Ouyang Jian were to play this game, the advantage would probably be even greater..." Feng Bujue stood there, thinking in his mind, "Both of these two are relatively proficient in mathematics and know how to
A type that uses it and has an extraordinary memory; even if they face me, their chances of winning are over 70%..."
Brother Jue's ability in mathematics is actually relatively average.
If he was willing to think hard... he could indeed come up with the formula for guessing numbers under the standard rules, but when he played this game before, he never considered formulating it because he believed that this game requires reasoning to solve the problem.
In order to achieve the effect of exercising your brain power, if you use formulas to guess... it is not "reasoning", but simply "calculation".
But now, when "win or lose" is involved, the situation is different. There is no doubt that... in this game, those who master the "formula" will be very advantageous.
It's just...it's not an easy task to come up with the best guessing formula under this "six digits, ten digits, repeatable" rule.
It's not that the formula itself is difficult. From the mathematical level of most highly educated people, as long as they see the correct formula, even if they can't understand it, they at least know how to use it.
However... it would be difficult for them to "list" this formula out of thin air.
Just like many of us have studied advanced mathematics, but very few of us can apply it in life (at the right time); it's also like many of us who have studied English for n years and passed many certificates.
However, it is still difficult to watch English movies without subtitles, and it is also difficult to actually communicate with people from English-speaking countries...
Perhaps, in our student days, when we were learning and coming into contact with this knowledge, if we took this "guessing the number" problem as a question, someone could still solve it. It's hard to say how much time it would take.
Or, people with very high mathematical attainments can think of the optimal solution if they think about it a little bit when faced with this problem.
It's a pity... Among the guests present, it may be difficult to find someone who meets these two conditions.
Naturally, the organizer's subordinates had already investigated and confirmed this when collecting information on these people.
Because the content of the game was personally thought up and decided by the organizer, his subordinates would definitely avoid inviting people who would have a huge advantage in a certain game to board the ship.
Just like if the organizer comes up with a game based on Go, then his subordinates will naturally not be able to invite people with a background of professional chess players when deciding on the guest list.
But...then again, when there are hundreds of guests, eventually...someone will slip through the net.
Of course, Brother Jue definitely does not count; the reason why he was able to impersonate Jiang Daode was not only because of the secret operation of "Gambling King's House". It was also because Woody used his ability similar to "hypnosis" to help; otherwise, like
There was no way he could impersonate a figure like Jiang Daode who had appeared in many newspapers and magazines.
However, among the other guests, there are still one or two who truly "slipped through the net".
And how did these people appear on the guest list? In fact, the reason is not complicated...
When the organizer's subordinates investigate a person's background, they must look at the information; for example, "has been a soldier", then it can be inferred that this person can at least shoot a gun and drive; another example is "graduated from a music school", then
It can basically be concluded that this person has far more knowledge about music than the average person.
The above are general conditions; however, it is difficult to infer things that are not in the "data"...
Let's take Go as an example: Suppose there is a customer who has never formally learned Go in his personal file, nor has he ever taken the amateur level exam. He has no record of participating in relevant competitions or any group; however, he has passed
If you learn Go through other methods, such as self-study by reading books, self-practicing online, seeking apprenticeship from a reclusive master, or being possessed by a ghost... In such a situation, the organizer's subordinates will naturally not be able to find out.
Today, there is a person on this ship who is quite good at mathematics, and everyone including the organizer... doesn't know this.
"Fortunately... there are sixty-four people on the pass list for this round of the game." Feng Bujue quickly worked out several strategies in his mind, and then started to desert, "To talk about these two
It is still possible that there are a few people among more than a hundred people who can figure out the optimal guessing formula in a short time; but to say that more than 60 people can do it... is too outrageous. Besides... this
It is not a game where you will win if you master the formula. The psychological game, gambling skills, luck... are also very important, and on these points..."
Thinking of this, Brother Jue couldn't help but reveal an evil smile under his mask, and said to himself: "These water fish are just like a group of cash machines..."
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Ten minutes passed in a hurry.
At this point, most guests have read the rules.
Originally, it was not a long article, and most people could read it and understand it in a few minutes.
However, no one went to duel...
Everyone stood still, no one dared to communicate with others, and no one invited others to fight.
Obviously... they are all "waiting and watching". Everyone wants others to act as guinea pigs first, while they stand aside and accumulate "experience" by observing other people's duels.
"Haha... It's similar to the scenes of those games in the past..." The organizer, who was sitting high up watching the show, had already drank more than half a glass of "red wine sweet noodle sauce with wasabi" and spoke in a voice that could not be heard by the people below.
He muttered softly.
"Young Master." The big man in a suit, A (the one who just brought the drinks), took a few steps forward, bent down, and said to the organizer, "How about... let your subordinates go down and put pressure on them..."
"No need," the organizer replied, "I just want to see how long it will take before someone notices the value of 'time' in this game..." He paused. "Oh, by the way...
..." He said, raised his neck and drank the remaining drink in the cup, and then said, "Go and get me another cup of 'Peach Jam with Duck Mousse and Mashed Potatoes'. I want it warm.
It needs to be thinner... Also, remember to put on a small umbrella this time."
"Uh..." Although the big man in a suit, A, is used to preparing all kinds of weird food for the "young master", he still can't help but be stunned every time he hears similar weird combinations.
"Okay... I will get ready now!" Two seconds later, he responded, took the empty cup handed over by the organizer, took the tray and left.
On the other hand, the first floor...
At this time, the atmosphere in the main hall had become increasingly tense.
Although everyone is trying their best to appear "quite natural", in fact, they are all anxiously waiting... waiting for someone to break the deadlock.
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"Damn it... Sure enough, no one wants to go first..."
"All of them are cunning and cunning..."
"Everyone is fine, let's go to the duel. Just don't challenge me anyway... I don't want to be the first one."
"Tch... I feel so uncomfortable. I really want to take off the mask, but if my face is seen in this situation..."
"I really want to take a drink of water. But if I accidentally do something that attracts attention at this time, I will probably be targeted..."
"Please, it doesn't matter who or what happens, even if someone breaks a plate... please make some noise and break this uncomfortable atmosphere!"
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At this extremely depressing moment.
The door to the passage on the first floor was pushed open, and a man in a suit and sunglasses ran in panting.
Because he arrived in a hurry, he did not notice the difference in the atmosphere in the main hall for a while; after entering the door, he quickly found Brother Jue among the crowd (after all, Feng Bujue was the only one among the male guests dressed casually, and he was not
Hard to find). And walked towards it quickly.
"Sir." When he was about to arrive in front of Brother Jue, the man in a suit and sunglasses had already reached into his pocket to dig something out. "This is the bendable straw you want." After that, he took out a whole pack of unused straws.
The unpacked straw was handed to Brother Jue, "Please take as many as you need."
"Heh..." Brother Jue smiled at him, "You... I want them all."
After saying that, he took the entire pack of straws directly from the other party's hand.
Although the man in a suit and sunglasses hesitated for a moment, since the straw was not a valuable or important thing in the first place, he did not stop him.
"Okay, thank you, big brother." After Feng Bujue took the package of straws, he politely thanked the other person. Then, he opened the seal of the package and took out one.
At first glance, these straws are of the better (expensive) type. After opening the outer packaging, each straw is also individually wrapped in paper.
Feng Bujue put the remaining pack of straws into his jacket pocket, unwrapped the one in his hand, and then... walked to a round table with champagne and took a glass.
Insert the straw in.
During this whole process... everyone in the audience was looking at him. Even if some people pretended not to look, their attention was still on him.
"So...who would be better to start with?" After a few seconds, Feng Bujue picked up the champagne, raised it to eye level with himself, and then...raised the glass without moving.
At this moment, the expressions of some people in the crowd suddenly changed... It was obvious that these people immediately noticed what Brother Jue was planning to do.
"Hmm... this way..." Feng Bujue watched the bent straw float a few times in the glass of champagne, and finally leaned against the wall of the glass and hung to one side.
The next second, he looked in the direction that the straw was "pointing"... and his gaze rested on the person standing closest to him in that straight line.
What a coincidence, that person... was the short, fat man wearing a Peking Opera mask who had spoken to the organizer before.
"Okay, the decision is yours." Feng Bujue muttered casually, and pointed at the man with a wave of his arm.
"You...what are you going to do?" The short, fat man was startled at that moment and couldn't help but take half a step back.
"What are you doing?" Feng Bujue repeated the other party's question, and then responded with a smile, "Ha... Of course I'm here to challenge you to guess the numbers."
"You...you kid..." The short, fat man came back to his senses and became a little annoyed, "You actually decided in such a casual way..."
"It's bad luck for you." Feng Bujue interrupted him and continued, "Okay, don't be nagging, you shouldn't meet the condition of 'having played two games', right? So you can't refuse me.
Challenge." He raised his hand and motioned to a "desktop" beside him, "Come on, don't waste time."
"Hmph..." Two seconds later, the short, fat man snorted coldly. Then, he raised his hand to straighten the collar of his evening dress, then raised his head and walked to the hotel with what he considered to be a "majestic and steady" pace.
Next to the cart that Brother Jue pointed to.
"I hope you won't regret this hasty decision." He looked at Feng Bujue and said in a loud voice.
This sentence is not only meant for Brother Jue, but also for everyone around him, as well as the organizer.
The short and fat man also knew very well... At this moment, he and the man wearing a crow mask in front of him had become the focus of the audience. The process and outcome of their duel would likely affect the entire subsequent game.
"Oh..." Feng Bujue responded perfunctorily to the pudgy man's verbal intimidation, and continued, "Sir, given that we are going to have a lot of exchanges in the future, I don't know... how to call you.
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"As you wish." The short, fat man replied angrily.
"Are you sure? Slowpoke." Feng Bujue's next sentence immediately made the other party change his mind.
"What did you call me?" I don't know why, but at this time, Brother Jue's words "The decision is yours" flashed through the mind of the short and fat man again...
"You don't want to hear it? You agreed to let me do whatever you want? Silly hippopotamus." Feng Bujue said again.
When he said this, there were already a few people in the crowd who couldn't help laughing, but they all covered their faces and chuckled, making no sound... After all, they didn't want to attract attention.
"Okay, okay..." The short, fat man compromised before Brother Jue called out the names of the other elves, "Just call me 'Mr. Jing'." (To be continued.)
