When Jin Mianchou returned to the table, the referee had cleared the table and was ready to start the next round.±
"Tch... it's boring." Jin Mianchou said unhappily as he picked up the paper and pen, "When you talk about 'the field of gambling', do you think this is a movie? Like that kind of stud encounter.
Do you know the probability of it happening in reality if both cards are a straight flush or four of a kind..."
"Stop talking nonsense and write your answer quickly. Enough time has been wasted on you, a second-rate person." Feng Bujue had no intention of hearing Jin Mianchou finish his words, but directly interrupted him with an almost arrogant tone.
Jin Mianchou heard this, snorted coldly, finished writing his answer, and handed it to the referee.
The referee picked up the answer and took a look at it, then confirmed it with the person who asked the question as usual, and then signaled Feng Bujue to announce the round.
"Oh...that's it." However, Brother Jue did not report the number of rounds immediately. Instead, he looked at the referee unhurriedly, then looked at Jin Mianchou, and said with an ambiguous and weird expression.
He read in a tone of voice, "These are the numbers...it does seem like a choice you would make."
"What are you talking about?" Jin Mianchou also glared at Brother Jue and responded in a bad tone, "What's this tone of voice as if you 'already know the answer'? Do you mean to say..."
"Seven rounds." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party rudely again, "I declare...the answer will be given within seven rounds."
"What...what?" At this moment, Jin Mianchou, who had always maintained a calm attitude, finally couldn't help but reveal his inner surprise, "You guy..."
But a few seconds later, when he recovered from the shock, he returned to his normal state and continued in a deep voice: "Ah... I understand." He laughed, "Heh... hehe... this is the so-called 'gambling'
field'? Huh... isn't it just a bluff?" After saying that, he slammed the table, pointed at Brother Jue and said, "Seven rounds? Do you think you are guessing four-digit numbers without repetition? Or are you saying that?
Think I'd write an answer like 333333?"
"Oh...since you are so confident..." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "How about asking for one hundred thousand?"
"Huh?" Jin Mianchou was startled when he heard this.
"If the base bet for the betting round is one hundred thousand, as long as you wait until the eighth round and then surrender, you will definitely win, right?" Feng Bujue continued in an almost "it has nothing to do with him" tone.
"Even if I bet all my chips on the eighth round, the fine when you surrender will only be about 20,000. Counting the 7,000 I gave you in the previous seven rounds, it will be about 13,000; and when the betting round is settled,
', you can take away 100,000 from me in one breath... In this way, when you take on the role of guessing the solution in the second game, I, the question maker, only have about 15,000 in funds; suppose
I once again chose to run away in the tenth round, so the high fines caused by the capital gap and the ante of at least a thousand dollars would further erode my capital."
His words almost helped Jin Mianchou settle the accounts...
"The most important thing is..." Feng Bujue said in a concluding tone at the end, "Once the above hypothesis is established, no matter whether I can be saved after the duel, at least your promotion is guaranteed.
...By then, not only will you have completed two rounds of duels and obtained immunity from the challenge, but you will also have nearly 200,000 in funds, so that you will have a greater advantage in all subsequent 'challenge rounds'
.”
On the other side, Jin Mianchou was rapidly analyzing in his mind while Hearing Brother spoke... and the conclusion he came to was consistent with what Brother Jue said.
"Is this guy... crazy?" Jin Mianchou thought to himself. "Why is he saying this to me? Playing hard to get? Playing retreat in order to advance? No... this is digging his own grave... even though he said these words.
, it will make people feel that there is some kind of trap hidden in this game, but...but! Deducing the answer in seven rounds is impossible anyway!"
"I bet! One hundred thousand!" A few seconds later, when the betting time was about to run out, Jin Mianchou pressed the switch of the timer and shouted to the referee in his ear-catching, high-pitched voice.
"Haha...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed at that time. The laughter was not only "disturbing", but also to the point of making people shudder.
Jin Mianchou didn't know why... Before the opponent's unreasonable number of rounds, he was obviously the one with the absolute advantage, but he felt a little scared. He always felt that the man under the crow mask had some kind of "
Intend".
"Were you thinking just now... that it is impossible to get the answer in seven rounds?" The next second, Brother Jue stopped smiling and asked Jin Mianchou in a teasing tone.
But Jin Mianchou was shocked by these words...
"You..." He almost said the words "how do you know", but he held it back in the end.
"Indeed, in the 'field of calculation', this is basically impossible." Feng Bujue continued, "But... in the world of gambling, that is another matter."
"Ha! Stop bluffing!" Jin Mianchou was not to be outdone, "No matter how much you bluff, after three... no... two rounds, your true colors will be revealed!"
"Revealed?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words and said with a smile, "Ha... OK, I hope you won't be scared to death when you see my true form." After saying this, he looked solemn.
, reported, "In the first round, I bet 1,021 US dollars (according to the rounding principle, Feng Bujue currently holds 102,072, and his minimum bet amount remains unchanged from when he held 102,112 at the beginning of the last duel)."
"I and..." Jin Mianchou said after thinking for a second.
Feng Bujue didn't even think about it. He picked up the paper and wrote a set of numbers with a pen - [135899]
When this piece of paper was pushed in front of Jin Mianchou, the latter's body visibly stiffened, and his hand holding the pen... also began to tremble.
"What's going on? What's going on!" At the same time, he was exclaiming in his heart, his mind was suddenly buzzing, and his thoughts were in chaos, "This is impossible... why can it be done in the first round?
Guessed 1a5b!”
Regarding this set of numbers, Jin Mianchou naturally did not give immediate feedback...
He suddenly raised his head and looked at his opponent.
However, what he saw was nothing more than a mask...
"Cheating! He must have cheated...but...how did he do it?" Jin Mianchou's eyes stayed on Brother Jue's mask for a few seconds, then turned to the referee and thought to himself, "The referee didn't
I didn’t see any abnormality in any of the expressions, but this guy guessed this in the first round, which is absolutely unreasonable...could it be..." Thinking of this, the expression under the mask changed suddenly, "...this
Is the referee working with him?" (To be continued.)
