As soon as the man in a suit and sunglasses finished speaking, Feng Bujue had already completed the "round declaration". This number was undoubtedly something he had already decided on.
"This kid... actually only signed up for twenty-five rounds." Mr. Jing immediately thought in his mind, "The number of rounds is a little too few..."
Although Mr. Jing has read the complete rules like Brother Jue, he did not make detailed calculations on the surrender fines in each round. He only knew generally... As long as you choose to surrender after the thirty-first round, you will definitely make money.
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In addition, he just tried to figure out how many rounds it would take to guess the six numbers of "six digits, ten digits, repeatable".
It's a pity... It's very difficult to speculate on this kind of thing out of thin air; unless you have multiple personalities in your body (yes, I'm talking about the Muto game), it's impossible to play games like guessing numbers with yourself.
Due to the nature of this game, it is impossible for guests to help each other practice, so... Mr. Jing can only infer through the "surrender penalty". If he wants to guess the correct answer, it will take at least "about thirty rounds"
”.
"One thousand US dollars." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jing still called the lowest bet.
"Hmph...I see..." Feng Bujue chuckled as soon as he heard that number, "Are you third-rate..."
"What did you say?" Mr. Jing heard obvious disdain and ridicule from the other party's words. Naturally, he could not remain silent in this public view.
"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 person, let's make a quick decision."
Having said that, he did not give the other party any room to refute, and immediately said: "In the first round, I bet $1. Do you want to follow the bet or surrender?"
After asking this question, he pressed the timer at hand.
Naturally, it was impossible for Mr. Jing to surrender in the first round. He replied: "I will follow." Then he raised his hand and pressed the timer button on his side.
At the same second, Feng Bujue bent down and started writing on the paper. The first set of numbers he guessed was six "".
After finishing writing, he handed the paper to Mr. Jing and pressed the timer; the latter took the paper, looked at it, and quickly wrote ab's feedback under the line of numbers. When he handed the paper back
, and also pressed the timer.
The above is the standard process for a round.
"ab" means that Feng Bujue has not guessed any of the numbers or positions. In other words... among the six numbers written by Mr. Jing, there is not a single ""; in a sense, this way
A better start than guessing a few numbers, because this is equivalent to reducing the "ten digits" to "nine digits". Moreover, this "" can also be used as an "auxiliary number" for the deduction in the future.
For example, Brother Jue can guess "1". If the feedback at this time is a1b or 1ab, then he can determine whether "1" exists in the answer. If he is lucky, he can also directly determine the position of "1".
Of course, after such a standard process, Feng Bujue paid a price of 1 US dollar...
"Well..." After Brother Jue took the paper back, he just glanced at it and said, "In the second round, I still bet $1."
(The description of the timer will be omitted below, as long as you know that they are pressed)
"I'll follow." Mr. Jing followed decisively this time.
Basically, at least in the first fifteen rounds, as long as the betting amount of the guessing party does not change significantly, the question maker can follow up without thinking.
Because in this game, there is no situation where the guessing party deliberately does not increase the bet in a round when he is sure he can win. Even if it is known that such behavior will cause the opponent to surrender, the penalty for surrender will definitely be higher than a ante bet.
Lots of money.
"Brother referee, I have a question that I would like to confirm." Feng Bujue lowered his head to write the second set of numbers when he suddenly started chatting with the man in a suit and sunglasses next to him.
"Excuse me." The man in the suit responded immediately.
"As for what you just said... 'If you are caught cheating, you will be immediately punished'..." Then, Feng Bujue asked a surprising question in a calm tone, "I
Can it be understood that...'cheating without being caught red-handed' means being 'tacitly approved'?"
As soon as he said these words, the crowd around him started making noises. Mr. Jing's face under the mask also twitched on the spot.
On the other hand, the reaction of the man in suit and sunglasses was quite calm: "Yes, since he was not caught on the spot, there is no way to punish him."
Obviously, this was not the first time he had answered a similar question; regarding the "cheating" part, the organizer could not have missed the calculation, and the "referees" under him were all aware of it.
"What a joke!" However, the next second, Mr. Jing stopped, "If you can't guarantee fairness, what's the use of referees like you? Are you standing guard next to me?"
"Sir." The attitude of the man in the suit has not changed, "'fairness' on the gambling table is inherently relative. 'Success' is also a part of strength, not to mention the risks and benefits are directly proportional... Once you are caught cheating,
, Tonight's journey ended early." He paused and then said, "Besides... I didn't say 'I don't guarantee the fairness of the duel', I just said that for 'not being caught on the spot'
It's just that there is no punishment for cheating. Don't underestimate us who are on guard..." At this point, his eyes under his sunglasses quietly moved to Brother Jue, and his words also contained
A bit of a deterrent, "It's not that easy to cheat under my nose."
"Haha..." Feng Bujue faced the other party's gaze and pressure, but he didn't take it seriously. He handed a piece of paper with six "1"s written on it to Mr. Jing, and made a disturbing sound.
of laughter.
"Wait a minute! What if there's that kind of...'not catching the bag on the spot', but the cheating method was exposed only after the duel was over? How does that count?" At this time, Mr. Jing was still struggling with the topic just now.
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"Ha...hahahaha..." Before the man in the suit could reply, Feng Bujue laughed out loud, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Don't say it's at the gambling table...it's just a football match, you see?
Is there a matter of changing the verdict after the game?" He said, and took a sip of champagne through the straw inserted into the eye socket of his mask, and then said, "For things like Chuqian's cheating, if it can't be revealed on the spot, then it can only be said
...'Those who are fooled are fools', if the result can be overturned 'afterwards', then what is the meaning of this kind of 'win or lose'?"
"Well..." The man in the suit also continued, "Yes, the result of every duel is 'absolute'. You can only prove that the other party cheated after all settlements are completed. We do not approve of this kind of behavior."
"Tch..." Mr. Jing spat, but he had no time to get angry because the time limit for feedback was only thirty seconds. He could only angrily write the word "ab" on the paper and handed it back to Sue.
elder brother.
"Ha... you're lucky." Feng Bujue was very happy when he saw that the second number he guessed was completely excluded from the correct answer. "With this kind of start, it can be done in about twenty rounds.
I’ve got the answer…”
He pretended to be talking to himself and read the second half of the sentence in a not too loud voice, deliberately letting Mr. Jing hear it.
When Mr. Jing heard this, he was also beating in his heart: "Damn boy... what on earth is he going to do? What did you mean by asking the referee that question just now? Do you want to do something... or do you simply want to disturb me?
"
He was half right. One of the purposes of Feng Bujue's communication with the referee was indeed to disturb him...
In this game, there are actually very few ways to cheat. If you really want to "get ahead", you should do it when the question maker writes the answer. Or you should directly find a way with the referee who keeps the answer.
Now that the game has begun, the guesser just wants to cheat, but there is no effective and feasible method.
Therefore, what Feng Bujue said did not mean that he wanted to take action, but it only created a psychological pressure on the other party that "I really might take action."
In addition, the exchange between Brother Jue and the referee also has another purpose of providing an "idea" for other guests.
He hopes that through this conversation, the idea that "you can cheat as long as you don't get caught" will be implanted in the minds of the people around you, laying the groundwork for the subsequent "layout."
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To make a long story short, in the first ten rounds, Feng Bujue guessed all ten numbers in order from zero to nine and lost a total of ten thousand dollars.
Just like that, we came to the eleventh round.
At this time, Feng Bujue was certain that the six numbers written by Mr. Jing did not include 1, 4, 6, and 9.
In other words, the answer consists of five numbers: 57; as a six-digit number containing five numbers, one of the numbers is naturally repeated, and this number has been tried out in the first ten rounds.
When guessing six "", the feedback given by Mr. Jing was 2ab, which is the proof that the six-digit number contains two "".
So, starting from this round, the core of guessing has changed from "guessing the number" to "guessing the position". Anyway, the answer is definitely the six numbers 57. Now we just need to see how they are arranged.
"Ha... don't you suddenly feel that it is not impossible to solve the problem within twenty-five rounds?" In this round, after calling the bet, Feng Bujue once again used a verbal offensive to harass the opponent.
At this moment, Mr. Jing's face had become very ugly. Fortunately, he still had a mask to protect him from showing timidity in front of everyone.
It's just that... his short and fat body is very fat and prone to sweating; the sweat flowing from his head and face to his neck looks shiny under the light, as if he has been betrayed...
…
"Hmph... So what if you successfully guessed it within twenty-five rounds? I only bet a thousand on the 'bet round' ante." Mr. Jing was still unwilling to be outdone, "If you back out again,
In one step, even if I am forced to surrender, I will still have my guessing round in the next round, haha..." He forced out two dry laughs and continued, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for providing me with a solution.
It’s a good guessing idea.”
"Alas..." Feng Bujue heard this, shook his head, and let out a long and pitiful sigh, "After all, he is a third-rate person..." He shrugged, "'I only lost a certain amount,' and 'there's still the next step.
Wheel... It is very dangerous to hold such thoughts at the gambling table." He paused for half a second, "When he came to his senses... he had retreated again and again under the scourge of such thoughts, and stood on the
The edge of the cliff; at that time, when faced with the pressure of 'taking one more step back will mean death', they will usually collapse completely, or they will go to the extreme and fight to the death in an inexplicable place... This kind of person..." He
He snorted coldly, "Humph...it's what we often call 'water fish'."
It is impossible for him to give in here, but his increasingly tough attitude is actually just to cover up the fact that he has no confidence.
Let’s not mention the huge and completely incomparable gap between Mr. Jing and Brother Jue in terms of gambling. In terms of calculation alone...Mr. Jing is also pretty bad.
Not to mention the calculation of the game of guessing numbers. Even the calculation of stacking chips and fines was not fully done... It would be unreasonable for such a person not to lose.
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Twelve minutes have passed and the game is still going on.
And, it has already reached the twenty-first round.
The guessing results of the ten rounds just now greatly increased Mr. Jing's confidence, because until this round, the best result Feng Bujue had guessed was only 2a4b...
"Ha! Hahaha..." Looking at Brother Jue, whose face was getting more serious, Mr. Jing couldn't help but laugh proudly, "What's wrong? Where was that arrogance just now?" He raised his head and sneered, "Talk about me.
Is he a third-rate person? What about you? He said one thing after another, but after guessing for a long time...it seems that he is still far from the answer~"
At the same time, next to the railing on the second floor.
"Hmph... What an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "You don't even know that you are finished..."
At this time, the two big 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 the images sent back by the tablet.
What the two men wrote on the paper.
"The trash who is not even aware of the existence of the 'Escape Round' actually chooses to 'accept protection'..." The organizer then continued, "There really is no value to be mined in this kind of person except for his organs.
"
"Young Master." B, the big man in a suit, reminded him at this time, "I think this 'Mr. Yan' can only choose to 'accept protection' because what he faces outside is not just a simple debt, but a prison sentence."
Man A in a suit also added: "Mr. Yan's superior is a serious corruption offender who was recently investigated and punished. As one of the people on 'that line', he has made a lot of money. Now, he is in urgent need of some money.
Come to settle the relationship and buy yourself a 'transfer' result. Otherwise... you will have to go to jail."
"I see... he's a bureaucracy." The organizer put his chin on one hand and put down the tablet in his hand, "It's not easy..." His thoughts had already jumped to other places, "Look at how...
Eighty percent of Hewei is no longer eligible for transplantation, which is a six-digit loss..."
Not to mention the organizer's calculation above, let's look back at the gambling table.
Faced with Mr. Jing's provocation, Feng Bujue remained silent for a few seconds. Then, he said something that shocked the other party: "This round, I will put all the remaining money up, 80,000."
At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.
Mr. Jing's proud state suddenly froze and turned into inexplicable embarrassment.
"Wha...what?" Mr. Jing responded two seconds later, "So far you have only guessed 2a, but you actually..."
"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Take your number as an example. It's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations and combinations it has. (Note: Since there is no corner mark here.
You can only do it this way) You can use the idea of c16*a55-c26*a44 or the shortcut of a66/2... Anyway, the answer is 36 possibilities; the difficulty is... how to eliminate those 359 incorrect combinations
.With such a large base number, even if there are hints of 'how many a's and how many b', it is still difficult to get the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly...you still have to rely on a little bit of 'luck'."
He paused for a few seconds: "Of course, if you can understand my guessing idea, then you should have noticed... As early as three rounds ago, I was already very close to the answer; at this time, for the 'rules'
People who know enough...or...people who have seen through the meaning of 'those rounds', still have a chance to recover the losses. However...you are obviously not that kind of person."
"What are you talking about? What about 'those rounds'? Aren't the rules obvious?" Mr. Jing panicked. No matter how dull his senses were, Feng Bujue's aura of winning was already strongly conveyed.
coming.
"When I was betting on the round, I deliberately chose the number 'twenty-five rounds', but your reaction showed that you knew nothing about the meaning of this round." Feng Bujue continued, "At this time... I
Your level has been confirmed." He spread his hands and chuckled, "Generally speaking... you don't even know how to play this game. This... is because you abandoned those few without knowing it.
It can also be seen in the 'escape' opportunity of the round', and the state of being completely confused about my guessing ideas..."
When Feng Bujue said this, he drank all the champagne in the glass, paused and said, "Okay, don't be stunned, one minute is almost here."
"Huh? Ah!" In panic, Mr. Jing's decision took only the last five seconds.
When he looked at the timer, his mind was still confused: "What on earth is this kid talking about... I can't understand it! Is it a bluff... If it's a bluff, then I can kill this place just by gritting my teeth."
But just in case..."
"Three...two..." On the other hand, Feng Bujue laughed and started counting down loudly.
"Me! I..." Mr. Jing closed his eyes and suddenly pressed the timer. At the same time, he shouted angrily, "I surrender!" (To be continued.)
