"Think about it carefully... When I challenge Mr. Jing, he chooses the table, but to deal with that third-rate... he shouldn't have the need to cheat." Jin Mianchou thought in his heart, "And when I challenged him, I also
He didn’t consider changing the tabletop...but, looking at it now, counting this one...he has already had three duels on the same tabletop."
He looked at the referee's meticulous, almost expressionless face, half covered by sunglasses, and then looked at Brother Jue.
"When he launched the initial challenge, although he seemed to have randomly chosen the table closest to him, in the final analysis... wasn't it his decision where to stand? In other words...
The actual situation is probably that he found the one he bribed among the many referees, and then deliberately sneaked near the table where the referee was sitting, and then launched a challenge." The more Jin Mianchou thought about it, the more reliable his reasoning became, "He
Using the dramatic method of "turning straws" to select the challenger was also to hide this fact; at that time, when no one was willing to stand up for a duel, his actions would undoubtedly make the people around him marvel at him
In the matter of 'even the opponent can choose randomly', this ignores the two points of 'the table is also chosen by him' and 'the table is probably not randomly selected by him'."
Just as Jin Mianchou was thinking, a rapid buzzer interrupted his thoughts.
"The feedback time limit is up, sir." The referee's cold voice came immediately, "The overtime penalty is 1% of the upper limit of gold held at the start. In addition, the next thirty-second timer starts immediately..." He said,
Then he looked at Jin Mianchou and pointed at the timer, "The penalty next time will be 2%, please pay attention."
"This..." At this time, Jin Mianchou suddenly realized that he had wasted too much time thinking about this. For the first time in his life, he felt... that he didn't have enough time to think.
This is a situation he has never encountered before...
Jin Mianchou is a very good person, an "elite" in the true sense.
His family background is not wealthy, but it is quite prosperous. He has never been to a public school since he was a child. He is an outstanding presence in any group.
There are also innate advantages in top-notch academic performance, top-notch athletic ability, and even appearance.
When he was a student, he has always been associated with words such as cadre, representative, and talented student. Or, we can put it more directly, he is the legendary "other people's child."
Before graduating from university, he had received an OER from a well-known company and became the youngest senior manager in the history of the company six years after joining the company.
He is a standard winner in life. He hardly knows what setbacks are because he never fails.
Being praised and winning... is a matter of course for him; he is also very happy to bask in the envy and admiration of others.
In his view, the mediocre people who appeared in his life were all inconspicuous "sidekicks", and he... was like the "protagonist" of this world.
Until... when he was thirty-two years old...
A month ago, Jin Mianchou had a disagreement with his superior on a certain project. He was so conceited that he chose to ignore the other party's dissuasion and enforce his choice.
As a result... he failed miserably and caused huge losses.
This gap cannot be filled by himself...even if he loses everything; however, if he can get an eight-figure working capital, then he can still mediate and remedy it, at least for a long period of time.
Within a certain period of time, no one will discover his behavior.
So, he appeared on this ship today...
Today, he still believes that he is the "protagonist" here.
However...the nightmarish reality gradually made this man who had not experienced many ups and downs in life wake up.
And the name of that "reality" is Feng Bujue.
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"Hurry up and write." Brother Jue saw that the other party was still hesitating, so he smiled and pressed, "What? Don't you think giving me 1,000 US dollars is not enough? If you exceed the time limit, it will be 2,000."
"I...I protest!" Jin Mianchou suddenly turned around and shouted at the organizer at the railing on the second floor.
His howl not only attracted the attention of the organizer, but also made many people in the main hall look towards him.
"Ha..." The organizer opened his mouth, let out a breath, then stood up, looked at the other party and said, "What are you protesting for?"
"Your people were bribed by him! They worked together to make a fortune!" Jin Mianchou shouted to the organizer. He raised his hand and pointed at the man in suit and sunglasses and Brother Jue beside him.
When he said this, the referee was also startled and didn't know how to react.
"Haha..." After Feng Bujue heard this, he spread his hands and said with a smile, "Look at your little virtue of 'reporting to the teacher'... tsk tsk tsk~"
His taunt this time has no practical meaning, but...he just likes it...
"My people... were bribed by him?" Two seconds later, the organizer responded with a smile, "Why do you say that? Do you have any evidence?"
"This is the evidence!" Jin Mian drank with sorrow and raised the paper in his hand.
"What happened to this piece of paper?" the organizer asked.
"He guessed 1a5b in the first round!" Jin Mianchou replied.
"Oh..." the organizer responded feebly, "So?"
"So?" Jin Mianchou's tone of voice changed, "So they must be working together to cheat and make a fortune!"
"Haha...haha..." After hearing this, the organizer shook his head and laughed dryly.
Almost at the same second, Feng Bujue smiled in the same way.
"Why are you laughing?" Jin Mianchou already felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and his voice lowered.
"Who stipulates...that you can't guess 1a5b in the first round?" the organizer asked.
"Who made the decision... If you guessed 1a5b in the first round, you must be out of luck?" Feng Bujue also asked.
"Absurd!" Jin Mianchou shouted, "If it wasn't for Chu Qian, how could he have guessed all six numbers in the first round?"
"So... have you seen or seen through his tactics?" the organizer asked.
"I..." Jin Mianchou did not answer the question directly, "The method is to cooperate with the referee! The referee must be in a place where I can't see... such as in a blind spot... and tell the number through gestures or secret codes.
Crow Man!”
As soon as these words came out, the referee instinctively wanted to defend himself, but after he raised his head and glanced at the organizer, he swallowed his words.
He knows that... in front of the organizer, justification is redundant; the act of "defending" itself is a kind of questioning of the organizer.
"No, he didn't." The organizer said. He had already operated a few times on the tablet in his hand and brought up the surveillance footage of Feng Bujue and Jin Mianchou's table in the past few minutes. He also used fast playback to
showed it in the form, "It can be seen from the picture captured by this lens that he hardly made any movements, no matter his hands, feet, shoulders... they were all stable, even trembling lips or fingers.
There was no action.”
"This..." Jin Mianchou saw this and said again, "The crow man cheated through other methods! The referee either didn't see it or was bribed by him... pretending not to see it!"
"Huh." The organizer spit out another mouthful, picked up the drink at hand, tasted it briefly, and then continued, "Let me sort out my thoughts..." He paused, "You accuse
My men helped others make a fortune, but you have no evidence at all, and you can't tell the exact method; and your only basis is...the answer given by the other party in the first round."
Even Jin Mianchou could tell from these words that he was in the wrong. He quickly added: "No! There are many other signs..." He pointed at Feng Bujue again, "He...he is with me
When he just finished writing the answer, he said something like, 'I see, these are the numbers'! And he only announced seven rounds! These are all signs of cheating!"
"Is it a sign..." the organizer sneered, "Humph... that's an interesting statement." He looked at Brother Jue and asked, "Mr. Crow, how do you explain it?"
"Psychological tactics." Feng Bujue replied in four words concisely.
"Did you hear that?" the organizer asked Jin Mianshou again.
"He...this..." Jin Mianchou didn't know what else to say. After all, it was a mistake that he had no evidence.
However, Jin Mianchou was unwilling to let the duel continue... because he had already determined in his heart that Brother Jue had cheated; to put it a step back, even if Brother Jue had not cheated, it would have been 1a5b in one round. Whoever guessed the answer within seven rounds
It may be extremely high, which means... Jin Mianchou cannot survive until the eighth round before surrendering; and once he loses the 100,000 ante, he will be eliminated directly.
"Then... this game doesn't count!" Jin Mianchou continued, "I ask for a restart! And change the referee." He then said to the organizer, "Huh... how about it? In order to prove the fairness of the duel, I
I hope you won’t refuse..."
"Okay~ okay~ I understand." The organizer interrupted the other party and said to the big man in suit next to him, "Let's do it."
"As you command, young master." B, the big man in a suit, responded.
Before he finished speaking, this strong man nearly two meters tall jumped out from the railing on the second floor that was several meters high.
His momentum was like a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon rushing into the sea.
After landing with a bang, the big man rushed to the cart where Brother Jue was sitting in five steps, and grabbed Jin Mianchou's shoulder with one hand.
"Ah" Jin Mian cried out in pain as he was in pain.
But before he could shout out the second syllable, the opponent used a set of extremely skillful and powerful grappling skills to backhand him and pinned him to the ground.
"You...what are you doing!" Jin Mianchou, whose mask was stuck to the ground, shouted loudly. He tried to resist, but found that he seemed to be stepped on by an elephant and could not move at all.
"You have been 'completely defeated'." B, the big man in a suit, continued, "Leave here with me."
"What! What nonsense are you talking about?" Jin Mianchou shouted even louder, "Organizer! What's going on? Please explain!"
"Are you kidding me?" At this time, the organizer had sat down again and started playing with the tablet leisurely. "You ask me what's going on? Don't you understand the rules at the gambling table?"
"What...what rules?" Jin Mianchou asked with difficulty.
"The rules are..." At this time, Feng Bujue replaced the organizer and said to Jin Mian sadly, "Those who are outstanding will have their hands and feet chopped off at the least, and their lives will be filled in the worst case."
After Jin Mianchou heard this, he was really furious: "I...I didn't cheat! It's obviously you..."
"It's the same as falsely accusing the other party of cheating when you can't produce any evidence." The next second, the organizer said again. "You might as well think about it. If what you said is true, then my subordinates
How will you be treated?" He raised his finger and pointed at the referee, "The world of gambling is not the kind of place where you can point your finger at other people's noses and shout out, and stay out of it..." He shook his head.
He shook his head, "You have neither conclusive evidence, nor the ability to arrest people, nor the awareness to bear the consequences... You dare to say that the other party 'must be cheating'..."
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 playroom? How dare you ask for a restart? Do you want me to 'prove the fairness of the duel'?"
He waved his arms and said, "If there wasn't a lady here, I would have had someone beat the shit out of you two minutes ago!" He paused for half a second and shouted to B, the big man in a suit, "He signed it."
It's a 'protection contract' right? Drag me out immediately!"
"Yes!" B, the big man in a suit, ordered, removed the knee pressing on Jin Mianchou's spine, lifted the guy up and left.
"No... don't!" At this moment, Jin Mianchou finally realized that he was afraid, but begging for mercy... was undoubtedly too late.
"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly spoke up and tried to call out the big man in a suit.
It's just that... the big man in suit B didn't pay attention to Brother Jue. This guy seemed not to hear at all, using his steel-like arms to wrap around Jin Mianchou's neck and dragging him out.
"Wait a minute." Two seconds later, the organizer said again, and this time, the big man in a suit stopped.
"Mr. Crow, do you have any other opinions?" the organizer asked.
"No, no, I just... I still have a few words to explain to Jin Mianchou." Feng Bujue said, and took a step forward to come to Jin Mianchou.
The latter's expression at this moment is almost the same as the mask he is wearing.
"Mr. Wu... Crow..." Jin Mianchou said to Brother Jue with a cry in his voice, "Please help me intercede! I will give you three... no... fifty thousand!"
Brother Jue ignored the other party's begging for mercy and said to himself: "Do you want to know why I was able to guess 1a5b in the first round?"
Jin Mianchou was stunned for a moment when asked. He replied dully: "Why... why?"
"It's actually very simple..." Feng Bujue said, "I guessed it."
"That's impossible!" Jin Mianchou replied almost instinctively.
"No, that's easy." Brother Jue said, "First of all, you must have written 1. This is what I 'saw'. Because when writing the number 1, the movement of the pen is very obvious. I can be sure that the answer is yes.
There is a '1'.
"Secondly, you must have also written 8 and 9, because you know that my guessing habit is to start from six 0s and extend backward. If the answer does not contain 8 and 9, it can save me a round; at least in my case
Before you make the 'seven rounds' declaration, your thinking is reasonable.
"The next step is just guessing...
"Due to my work, I have done research on a lot of puzzle-related things. I once saw it in a document from the 1990s... When people write random numbers, the three most common numbers they write are 3.
, 5, 8; although I am not sure of the reliability of that information, it is just a guess anyway, and I do not need to 'confirm' anything; furthermore, in the previous duel between me and Mr. Jing, the numbers he wrote also included
These three numbers can be considered as evidence in a sense.
"Anyway, so far, I have the five numbers 13589.
"Then...I considered the 'repeating number'. Adding a repeating number will increase the confusion of the answer. You know this very well. I don't think you will let it go. And which repeating number will it be?
If you refer to my guessing order...then choosing 9 is the best, which will ensure that I will not try out all six numbers until the ninth round.
"So, I wrote 135899, and that's where the answer came from."
"No..." Jin Mianchou stammered, "...No! You lied to me! It can't be such a coincidence! The reason for guessing 1, 8, 9, 9 is still valid, but 3 and 5...
..." He swallowed, "With your guessing method, the probability of getting more than four guesses right is very high, but if you get all of them..."
"I didn't plan to guess all of them correctly." Feng Bujue said, "My original plan was to 'guess four to five numbers in the first round.' As long as I achieve this, my plan will be successful.
Already."
These words were like a sharp arrow, piercing through Jin Mianchou's heart and stagnating the blood flow all over his body.
"You...you had no intention of finishing this duel..." After thinking for a few breaths, Jin Mianchou murmured.
"You finally understand." Feng Bujue responded calmly, "As I said before, you are a 'second-rate'. The difference between a third-rate and a second-rate is... the former has poor ability, while the latter is self-righteous. Therefore,
Compared with third-rate people, second-rate people are more likely to be 'implanted with ideas.'" He shrugged, "To tell you the truth, I...never intended to cheat, I just gave you a kind of 'previous performance'
"I must have cheated". But in desperation, you reacted like "you are seeking your own death."
When Jin Mianchou heard this, he realized something: "Is it difficult... Could it be! When you were playing against Mr. Jing, you were already..."
"Yes." Brother Jue smiled, "At that time, I had already completed the 'layout'; I asked the referee about the 'cheating' issue in public, just because... in the subsequent duels, I might encounter some people who are...
I am a very outstanding opponent in the field of calculation. At this time, the shadow that I buried in my opponent's heart...'As long as I don't get caught, I can get through safely' has become my indestructible sharp blade in psychological warfare.
"
Shock, despair, fear, unwillingness...
Feng Bujue's ideas flowed quietly in the air, and he made Jin Mianchou experience a complex and unspeakable sense of frustration.
After a moment of silence, Jin Mianchou spoke again: "One day, I will come back...it may not matter in five years or ten years...I will pay off my debts and make a comeback! By then, I will still be gambling.
On the table...reply to you..."
"Huh... you are so naive." Feng Bujue sneered and interrupted, "'One day'? 'Come back'? Ha... People who say such things when they fail will probably only gradually get used to failure.
…”
He said, putting his hands in his pockets, and took two steps back: "It's like the mentality you had when you came to challenge me...' Because I'm not sure whether I can still have an advantage in the next game, I want to win this one first.
Dealing with potential powerful enemies may sound reasonable at first glance; but the world of gambling has never been unreasonable. People lose everything and even die for inexplicable reasons... That's gambling. At your level
This kind of plan to 'put yourself in a safe situation as soon as possible'... will not work here. Not only will it not work, it will also lead to your own destruction."
At this point, Feng Bujue turned around and walked away slowly: "People who have not really sat on the gambling table are full of confidence and want to win... It's ridiculous. You should go back to the area you are familiar with.
Go ahead and pay for the other bad decisions in your life." (To be continued.)
