"Twenty-five rounds."
As soon as the man in the suit and sunglasses finished speaking, Feng Bujue had already completed the "Declaration of the Round". This number was undoubtedly decided by him long ago.
"This kid... actually only signed up for twenty-five rounds." Mr. Jing immediately said in his heart, "The number of rounds is probably too small..."
Although Mr. Jing has read the complete rules like Brother Jue, he did not make a detailed calculation of the surrender penalty for each round. He just generally knows... As long as he chooses to surrender after thirty-one rounds, he will definitely make money.
In addition, he just figured out how many rounds it would take to guess the six numbers of "six digits, ten digits, and repeatable".
It's a pity... It's very difficult to guess such things out of thin air; games like guessing numbers, unless you have multiple personalities in your body (yes, I'm talking about Muto games), otherwise it is impossible to play with yourself.
In terms of the nature of this game, it is impossible for the guests to help each other practice, so...Mr. Jing can only infer from the "surrender penalty". If you want to guess the correct answer, you need at least "about 30 rounds." .
"One thousand dollars." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jing ordered a minimum bet.
"Hmph...so that's how it is..." Feng Bujue chuckled when he heard the number, "Third-rate..."
"What did you say?" Mr. Jing heard obvious disdain and ridicule from the other party's words. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he naturally couldn't keep silent about it.
"I'll explain to you later." Feng Bujue replied lazily, "I don't want to waste too much time on Sanliu, let's settle it quickly."
After all, he didn't give the opponent any room to refute, and immediately said: "In the first round, I called for a $1,000 bet. Do you want to call or surrender?"
After asking this question, he pressed the timer at hand.
It is naturally impossible for Mr. Jing to surrender in the first round, he replied: "I follow ." Then he also raised his hand and pressed the timer button on his side.
same second. Feng Bujue had already bent down and started writing on the paper, and the first set of numbers he guessed was - six "0".
After writing. He handed the paper to Mr. Jing, and pressed the timer; the latter took a look at the paper, quickly wrote the feedback of 0a0b under this line of numbers, and when handing the paper back, he also pressed the timer. Click on the timer.
The above is the standard process of a round.
"0a0b", it means that Feng Bujue didn't guess any of them correctly, no matter in terms of numbers or positions. In other words... in the six figures written by Mr. Jing. There is no "0" at all; in a sense, this kind of opening is better than the kind of guessing several numbers, because it is equivalent to reducing the "ten digits" to "nine digits". Moreover, this "0" can also be used as an "auxiliary number" for deduction in the future. For example, Brother Jue can guess "000001". If the feedback at this time is 0a1b or 1a0b, then it can be determined that "1" is in Whether it exists in the answer, if you are lucky, you can directly determine the position of "1".
Of course, after such a standard process. Feng Bujue paid a price of 1,000 US dollars...
"Hmm..." Brother Jue took back the paper, just glanced at it, and said. "In the second round, I still bet $1,000."
(The description of pressing the timer will be omitted below, everyone knows that they have to press it)
"I'll follow." Mr. Jing followed decisively this time.
Basically, at least in the first fifteen rounds, as long as the guessing party's bidding amount does not change significantly, the questioning party can follow up without thinking.
Because in this game, there is no situation where "the guessing party deliberately does not increase the bet amount when he is sure that he can win the round". A lot of money.
"Brother referee. I have a question I want to confirm here." Feng Bujue suddenly started talking to the man in a suit and sunglasses next to him while he was lowering his head to write the second set of numbers.
"Excuse me." The man in the suit responded immediately.
"About what you said just now... 'If you are caught cheating, you will be punished immediately'..." Then, Feng Bujue spoke in a calm tone. A surprising question was asked, "Can I understand that... 'cheating without being caught on the spot' means being 'tacitly allowed'?"
As soon as he said this, the surrounding crowd burst into clamor, and Mr. Jing's face under the mask twitched on the spot.
On the contrary, the reaction of the man in the suit and sunglasses was quite calm: "Yes, since he was 'not caught on the spot', then naturally there is no way to punish him."
Obviously, this is not the first time he has answered similar questions; the organizer cannot miss out on the "cheating" part, and the "referees" under him are also aware of this.
"Are you kidding me!" However, in the next second, Mr. Jing quit. "If you can't guarantee justice, what's the use of you referees? Are you standing guard?"
"Sir." The attitude of the man in the suit has not changed, "'fairness' on the gambling table is always relative. 'Out of thousands' is also a part of strength, not to mention that its risks and benefits are directly proportional... Once cheating is caught, Tonight's journey will end early." He paused, and then said, "Besides... I didn't say 'the fairness of the duel is not guaranteed', I just said, for 'cheating without being caught on the spot' 'It's just that we can't be punished. Don't underestimate us who are 'on guard'..." At this point, his eyes under the sunglasses quietly moved to Brother Jue, and there was a bit of deterrence in his words It means, "It's not so easy to cheat under my nose."
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue didn't care about the other party's gaze and coercion. He handed a piece of paper with six "1"s written on it to Mr. Jing, and let out a disturbing laughter.
"Wait! What if there is a cheating method that...'didn't catch the bag on the spot' but was exposed after the duel? So what?" Mr. Jing was still entangled in the topic just now.
"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... Just talk about the football game. Have you seen the game after the game?" What about changing the sentence?" He said, took a sip of champagne with the straw inserted into the eye socket of his mask, and said again. "If you can't expose things like cheating on the spot, then you can only say...'the fool is the fool'. If the result can be overturned 'afterwards', then what's the point of this 'winner'?"
"Hmm..." the man in the suit also answered. "That's right, the result of each duel is 'absolute'. After all the settlements are completed, we can prove that the other party cheated. We do not agree with this kind of behavior."
"Cut..." Mr. Jing spat, but he didn't have time to get angry, because the feedback time limit was only 30 seconds, he could only angrily write "0a0b" on the paper quickly, and hand it back to Brother Jue .
"Heh... not bad luck." Feng Bujue saw that the second number he guessed was also completely excluded from the correct answer. Very pleased, "With this kind of opening, the answer can be solved within about twenty rounds..."
He pretended to be talking to himself and read the second half of the sentence in a not very loud voice, deliberately letting Mr. Jing hear.
And after Mr. Jing heard it, his heart was pounding: "Damn boy... what the hell is he going to do? What did you mean by asking the referee that question just now? Did you want to do something... or just want to disturb me?"
He guessed half right. One of the purposes of Feng Bujue's communication with the referee was to disturb him...
In this game, there are actually very few ways to cheat. If you really want to "get out of the way", you should do it when the question maker is writing the answer. Or just find a way directly on the referee who kept the answer.
Now that the game has started, the guesser just wants to cheat, and there is no effective and feasible means.
therefore. When Feng Bujue said this, it didn't mean that he wanted to do something, it just created a kind of psychological pressure on the other party that "I might really do something".
In addition, this communication between Brother Jue and the referee has another purpose-to provide a "idea" for other guests.
He hopes that through this dialogue, the idea of "you can cheat as long as you don't get caught" will be implanted in the minds of the people around you, so as to lay the groundwork for the future "layout".
...
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.
that's it. Came to the eleventh round.
At this moment, Feng Bujue could be sure. Among the six numbers written by Mr. Jing, the five numbers 0, 1, 4, 6, and 9 are not included.
That is. The answer consists of five numbers 23578; as a six-digit number that contains five numbers, one of the numbers is naturally repeated, and this number has also been tested in the first ten rounds. When "8", the feedback given by Mr. Jing is 2a0b, that is, the proof that the six-digit number contains two '8's.
So, starting from this round, the core of the guessing solution has changed from "guessing the number" to "guessing the position". Anyway, the answer is definitely the six numbers 235788, and now we just need to see how they are arranged..
"Heh... don't you suddenly feel that it is not impossible to solve the problem within twenty-five rounds?" In this round, Feng Bujue once again used verbal offensive to harass the opponent after calling the bet.
At this moment, Mr. Jing's complexion has become very ugly, but fortunately, there is a mask to block him, so that he will not show timidity in front of everyone.
It's just... his short and fat body is fat and fat, and he sweats easily; the sweat flowing from his head and face all the way to his neck looks shiny under the light, as if he has sold him out...
"Hmph... so what if you managed to guess it within twenty-five rounds? I only bet a thousand on the ante bet on the 'round'." Mr. Jing was still not to be outdone in his words, "Take a step back Speaking of which, even if I am forced to surrender, I will still have my guessing round in the next round, hehe..." He forced out two dry laughs, and continued, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for providing me with a good solution. Guess the idea."
"Alas..." Feng Bujue shook his head when he heard the words, and let out a long and pitiful sigh, "After all, he is a third-rate..." He shrugged, "'I only lost so much', 'There is still the next round' … It is very dangerous to hold such thoughts at the gambling table.” He paused for half a second, “Come back to your senses… I have already retreated and retreated under the scourge of this kind of thinking, standing on the edge of the cliff; At that time, when faced with the pressure of 'one step back is death', they will usually collapse completely, or go all out in inexplicable places... This kind of person..." He snorted coldly. "Hmph... it's what we often call 'water fish'."
"Stop rambling!" Mr. Jing shouted impatiently, "I'll follow! Let's guess! The eleventh round!"
It's impossible for him to back down here, but his increasingly tough attitude is actually just to cover up the fact that he has no confidence.
Let's not mention the completely incomparable huge gap between Mr. Jing and Brother Jue in terms of gambling. In terms of calculation alone... Mr. Jing is also quite bad.
Not to mention the calculation of the game itself of guessing the number, even the calculation of stacking chips and fines is not fully done... If this kind of person does not lose. That is unreasonable.
...
Twelve minutes passed, and the game continued.
Moreover, it has reached the twenty-first round.
The ten rounds of guessing just now greatly boosted Mr. Jing's confidence, because up to this round, Feng Bujue's best guess was only 2a4b...
"Ha! Hahaha..." Mr. Jing couldn't help laughing smugly as he looked at Brother Jue, whose expression became more serious. "What's the matter? What about the arrogance just now?" He raised his head. He sneered and said, "You say I'm a third-rate? What about you? You say the same thing, but after guessing for a long time... it seems that you are still far away from the answer~"
At the same moment, beside the railing on the second floor.
"Hmph... What an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "I don't even know I'm 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 What the two of them wrote on the paper.
"The trash who can't even detect the existence of the 'escape round' actually chooses to 'accept protection'..." The organizer then read again, "This kind of person really has no value to dig out except for organs.< ="r">."
"Master." The big man in suit B reminded at this time, "I think this 'Mr. Yan' can only choose to 'accept protection', because what he faces outside is not a simple debt, but a prison disaster."
The big man in a suit also added: "Mr. Yan's superior is a serious corruption offender who was only recently investigated. As one of the people on'that line', he has made a lot of money. Now, he urgently needs a sum of money Get some connections. Buy yourself a 'transfer' result. Otherwise... go to jail."
"So it's like this... bureaucracy." The sponsor rested his chin on one hand and put down the tablet in his hand. It is no longer eligible for transplantation, and this is a six-figure loss... "
Not to mention the account that the organizer calculated above, let's look back at the gambling table.
Faced with Mr. Jing's provocation, Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds, and then said something that surprised the other party: "This round I will put all the rest. 80,000."
At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.
Mr. Jing's complacent state froze instantly. It turned into an inexplicable embarrassment.
"What... what?" Mr. Jing responded two seconds later. "You who have only guessed 2a at most so far..."
"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted the other party, "Taking your number as an example, it's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations and combinations it has. You can only type like this) You can use the idea of c16*a55-c26*a44 or the shortcut of a66/2 to calculate... Anyway, the answer is 360 possibilities; the difficulty lies in... how to get rid of the 359 incorrect combinations. In With such a large base, even if there are hints of 'a and b', it is still difficult to try to find the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly... it still depends on a little bit of 'luck'."
He paused for a few seconds: "Of course, if you can understand my guessing thinking, then you should have noticed... As early as three rounds ago, I was very close to the answer; at this time, it is enough for the 'rules' People who understand... or... people who see through the meaning of "those rounds" still have a chance to recover their losses. However... you are obviously not that kind of person."
"What are you talking about? What 'those rounds'? Aren't the rules clear?" Mr. Jing panicked. No matter how dull his senses were, the aura of winning was already strongly conveyed by Feng Bujue. coming.
"When I was betting on rounds, I deliberately chose the number 'twenty-five rounds', but your reaction shows that you don't know the meaning of this round." Feng Bujue continued, "At this moment... I have Confirmed your level." He spread his hands and said with a light smile, "Generally speaking...you don't even know how to play this game. This point...after you gave up 'those rounds' without knowing it The opportunity for 'escape', and the state of total ignorance of my guessing train of thought... is also evident."
When Feng Bujue said this, he drank all the champagne in the glass, paused and said again: "Okay, don't be dazed, one minute is almost up."
"Huh? Ah!" In a panic, Mr. Jing's decision has reached the last five seconds.
When he looked at the timer, his mind was still confused: "What the hell is this kid talking about... I don't understand! Is it a bluff... If it's a bluff, then I can kill him right here as long as I grit my teeth , but in case..."
"Three...two..." On the other hand, Feng Bujue started counting down loudly with a joke.
"I! I..." Mr. Jing closed his eyes and suddenly pressed the timer. At the same time, he shouted angrily, "I surrender!" (.)< = "">