The organizer spent ten minutes perfecting several suggestions put forward by Feng Bujue.
He removed everyone's challenge immunity and added the rule that "the referee tosses a coin to determine the right to attack first."
In this way, before the duel is established, no one knows whether they will be the question maker or the guesser first, and relying on the order of attack and defense determined by coins, both sides have nothing to say.
In addition, in order to shorten the objective gap caused by the capital difference, "secondary borrowing" has also begun; the upper limit of borrowing is the difference between the player's current holdings and the capital of the first player, and is rounded up.
By the way, the person currently ranked number one is Feng Bujue.
The "time" lead gave him more hunting opportunities... As of ten o'clock, his holdings had reached more than 300,000 US dollars.
Therefore, the amount of the second loan is based on him.
For example, if someone loses and has less than 10,000 US dollars left, he can borrow 290,000; and if he has 60,000 on hand, he can borrow 240,000...
Of course, they have to sign a new supplementary contract based on the first contract they signed.
Long story short…
By 10:38, the second loan started.
Although the organizer had a group of top legal and financial personnel, it still took about twenty minutes to draft and print the contract.
To be honest, on the basis of making no mistakes, these people's work is already extremely efficient...but the organizer still seems not satisfied because he doesn't like to wait.
"Hurry up! You scum, you are still dragging your feet to borrow some money, but time waits for no one!"
When the players were borrowing money, the organizer was already urging them loudly on the second floor.
Indeed, the time until midnight was getting shorter and shorter. Even if Feng Bujue said that the time of each game was shortened to less than twenty minutes, they would not be able to play too many games.
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At 10:45, all those in need had completed their second loan.
At this moment, the outcome is decided again.
This time, everyone already knew the importance of funds; no one was timid or hesitant anymore, they all made a desperate move to raise the amount of funds to the upper limit of 300,000.
Therefore, at this point in time, the capital difference between all players disappears, the right to challenge each other is also released, and the order of attack and defense depends on God's will.
In short... they are back to a relatively level playing field.
Of course, this does not mean that the advantages of those "leaders" have disappeared, because... at midnight, that is, the moment the "guessing numbers showdown" ends, everyone must first pay off the "loan". And then
Then settle the "chips".
Therefore, the disadvantages of the laggards still exist, and "secondary borrowing" only gives them the capital and opportunity to counterattack.
As for whether they can make a comeback in adversity, it depends on their subsequent performance...
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"Master, I have something unclear..." More than ten minutes after the duel resumed, Man A in a suit found an opportunity and said to the organizer.
"What's the matter?" The organizer was in a good mood at the moment and responded immediately 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 detrimental to him, so he proposed a more compromise method." A, a man in a suit.
He continued, "But what I don't understand is... why is he still actively earning chips now?"
"Yeah... Young Master, I don't understand either..." B, the big man in a suit, also said at this time, "According to the current situation, he should try to delay as much time as possible and adopt a conservative strategy." He paused for half a second and then said
, "As leaders, there is absolutely no need to continue to 'strive for profits'. As long as they 'lose less', they will be able to stay at the forefront at settlement."
"Haha..." the organizer laughed after hearing this. "It's not your fault..." He shook his head, "The reason why you can't understand his behavior is because of your most basic 'thinking mode'
It’s just different from him.”
As soon as these words came out, the two big men in suits looked at the organizer with puzzled faces, waiting for him to continue.
"You, and 99% of these hundreds of people, are thinking based on the concept of 'survive'." After the organizer paused for a moment, he continued, "Survival in this game tonight.
Survive the gambling game, return to the outside world...live..."
The burly man in a suit swallowed: "Master...is this idea...wrong?"
"There is no right or wrong here..." the organizer replied, "I can only say that your ideas represent the 'will of the majority of people', that is, they represent the so-called 'normal'..."
, his eyes have turned to Brother Jue in the venue, "But, that man... his thoughts are different from yours, or 'abnormal'."
"He...is he thinking about dying?" B, the big man in a suit, asked straightforwardly.
"Haha..." The organizer was amused, "That's not what I meant..." He turned his head, glanced at the two bodyguards next to him, and then said, "You have watched many of these with me."
It's a good show, what do you think... is the essence of 'gambling'?"
The two big men looked at each other and did not reply, because they had no real answer in their hearts.
"Huh..." The organizer saw this, waited for a few seconds, and then said, "Gambling means dying meaninglessly..."
Although he gave an "answer", the two people still didn't understand it.
"The size of the cards, the number of points in the sieve, the whereabouts of a certain marble, the winning or losing of a certain game, and even what kind of car will drive by the next minute..." The organizer added, "The gambling is on.
, 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... there is'
Winning may mean gaining everything, losing may make you lose everything; bet everything on a "result" that has not happened yet, enjoy the excitement in the process, and bear the bliss when the result is revealed.
Or pain...this is the real gambler, the real 'scoundrel'."
"Master, you mean..." A, the big man in a suit, also turned to look at Brother Jue, "He is also a real..."
"No." The organizer interrupted the other party, "It's wrong for you to use the word 'also'." He spread his hands and smiled, "He is the only one who is genuine. I am not a 'rogue'... I
He's just a coward." He said sadly, "People like me who use money to protect themselves and stay in a safe situation from beginning to end...can't be considered 'gambling'. At most, they are 'playing'.
'That's all."
The organizer paused and then continued: "Obviously, this 'Mr. Crow'... is a complete rogue; an inappropriate metaphor is... when everyone is thinking about 'how to survive to the next round of the game'
', he was thinking about 'how to kill everyone'. This essential difference, coupled with the gap in ability, made his execution ability several levels higher than others..."
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Late, eleven fifty-nine.
There's only one minute left until midnight.
According to the rules, duels that are not completed at midnight can be postponed until the end.
At this moment, almost all the "guests" are still in the duel...
Some of them had calm expressions on their faces, some had proud expressions, and some had "already finished" expressions on them; masks covered these expressions, but sweat, tears... still flowed uncontrollably along some people's faces.
His cheeks and chin were dripping; his body's trembling and posture... couldn't be concealed.
It can be said that although the final showdown is not over yet, one can basically identify who will be eliminated based on their body language.
On the other hand, I don’t know when the number of men in suits and sunglasses increased again in the venue; and dozens of women in suits and sunglasses also came.
As staff members, they all know that...the scene that follows will become quite ugly. Therefore, manpower sufficient to suppress a large number of crazy people is needed to control the scene.
And this noisy moment after midnight is also a good show that the organizers like to see.
People who fell into the quagmire of despair showed ugly and embarrassed postures and faces.
Those men who were originally upright and proud were kneeling down to beg for mercy and crying bitterly; those women who were originally charming and graceful were screaming and crying and hysterical.
But this last struggle was undoubtedly in vain, and they were dragged out after all...
Among them, those who did not sign a "protection contract" were forcibly returned to their individual cabins. Once the ship docked, they would be driven ashore and saddled with even more serious debts.
Those who have signed a "protection contract" are grouped together according to gender; other guests do not know their whereabouts, but... can imagine their future as "property".
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Early in the morning, 0:25.
"Ladies and gentlemen~" Tonight, the organizer came down from the second floor for the first time. "Let me first say my congratulations to you all."
He walked to the middle of the main hall with elegant steps, and the two big men in suits followed closely behind him, on his left and right sides.
"Congratulations to everyone, you came out in the number guessing showdown." The organizer said this and clapped his hands lightly.
The next second, all the male and female staff in suits and sunglasses around him also applauded. But... there was no hint of "congratulations" on their faces.
"Before announcing the rules of the next round of the game, let me... toast everyone."
Before the organizer finished speaking, sixty-four men in sunglasses were already carrying trays and came to the remaining sixty-four guests in the main hall.
On the tray in each of their hands was a glass of champagne.
"Please be respectful..." the organizer said as he took his own glass of champagne from the hand of the 65th staff member and raised the glass high.
Seeing this, the guests naturally raised their wine glasses as a signal. Some of the guests, whose masks were tighter, used their other hand to slightly lift the lower part of the mask in preparation for drinking.
As for Feng Bujue... He originally had to lift the wine glass to a height almost equal to his face to drink the contents, so now his "putting the straw through the eye of the mask" action is still the same.
"So..." the organizer raised his glass for a few seconds and said, "Well... let me think about the toast..."
"Hurry up, my hands are sore." As soon as the other party finished speaking, Brother Jue urged him.
The organizer curled his lips under the mask: "Okay... then I wish the world peace..."
Before he could say the word "ping", Feng Bujue shouted: "Are you lying? Heping is a string. Do you think you are participating in a beauty pageant? Change to something else!"
Upon hearing this, the organizer's expression twitched, and he muttered in his heart: "Hey, hey...it's you who's urging me...it's you who's picky...looking for trouble, right..."
After thinking about it, he changed his mind: "Then... thank you all..."
"Are you having a full-moon party or a class reunion? Do you want to change your name and call us guests? Thank you, it sounds like we are here to reward you. Change it to something else!" Brother Jue interrupted again.
The opponent, and once again activated his powerful ability to complain.
"I haven't said what I want to thank you for!" The organizer finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared at Brother Jue, "Are you done yet? You might as well say it!"
"Okay, I wish you all good health." Feng Bujue answered at a very fast speed, and then drank most of the champagne glass with a slurp.
The organizer was shocked at the time, but after the shock, he and the other guests drank the champagne in their hands.
Feeling that he had lost his composure, the organizer cleared his throat awkwardly after finishing the drink, waited for a few seconds, and then said: "Uh-huh...then...everyone, I will announce the content of the second game."
.”
After speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Two seconds later, a man in a suit and sunglasses came over, took the empty wine glass from the organizer's hand, and randomly handed him something else.
After the organizer took it, he lifted "that thing" and displayed it in front of everyone: "I named this game 'Triple Neural Asthenia'."
While saying those six words, he used a shuffling technique 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, none of the sixty-three guests present saw anything from the organizer's dazzling display. Only one person... already knew a lot of information.
"Well... it's not poker, but special cards. There are one hundred and two in total, divided into thirty-four patterns... It is indeed a bit more difficult than ordinary 'neurasthenia', but..." After a glance,
Feng Bujue was already thinking in his mind, "Huh...I'm afraid you're still a little green to play cards in front of me..." (~^~)
