When Jin Mianchou returned to the table, the referee had already cleaned up the table, and the next game could start at any time.
"Cut... It's so boring." Jin Mianchou picked up the paper and pen, and read unhappily, "What do you mean by 'gambling field', do you think this is a movie? It's like playing stud and meeting both sides The cards are all straight flush or four of a kind, what is the probability of it happening in reality... "
"Stop talking nonsense, write the answer quickly, enough time has been wasted on you as a second-rate person." Feng Bujue didn't intend to listen to Jin Mianchou's words at all, but directly interrupted the other party with an almost arrogant tone.
Jin Mian snorted coldly when he heard the words, finished his answer, and handed it to the referee.
The referee picked up the answer and glanced at it, then confirmed with the questioner as usual, and then signaled Feng Bujue to announce the round.
"Oh... that's how it is." However, Brother Jue didn't report the number of rounds at the first time, but looked at the referee in a leisurely manner, and then at Jin Mianchou, using an ambiguous and weird tone He read, "It's these numbers... It really seems 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 is this kind of tone as if you 'already know the answer'? Could it be that you want to say..."
"Seven rounds." Feng Bujue interrupted the opponent roughly again, "I declare... I will give you the answer within seven rounds."
"What... what?" At this moment, Jin Mianchou, who had always maintained a calm posture, finally involuntarily revealed his inner surprise, "You bastard..."
But a few seconds later, when he recovered from the shock, he regained his composure 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 finishing speaking, he slapped the table. Pointing at Juege, he said, "Seven rounds? Do you think you are guessing a four-digit number without repetition? Or do you think I will write an answer like 333333?"
"Oh... since you are so confident..." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "Why don't you call it 100,000?"
"Huh?" Jin Mian was stunned when he heard the sound.
"If the bet is 100,000 yuan, as long as you survive until the eighth round before surrendering, you will definitely win a big victory, right?" Feng Bujue said in an almost "non-related" tone. He continued, "Even if I bet all the chips in the eighth round, the penalty for your surrender is only about 20,000 yuan, including the 7,000 I gave you in the previous seven rounds, it is about 130,000; and when it is settled' When you bet on 'round', you can take 100,000 from me in one go... In this way, when you guess the solution in the second round, I, the questioner, only have about 15,000 funds; Suppose I choose to run away on the tenth round again. Then the high penalty caused by the fund difference and the ante bet of at least 1,000 will further eat into my bankroll.”
What he said almost helped Jin Mianchou settle the score...
"The most important thing is..." Feng Bujue said in a concluding tone until the end, "Once the above assumptions are established, no matter whether I can be saved after the duel, at least your promotion is a certainty... At that time, you will not only have completed two rounds of duels and obtained challenge immunity, but you will also have nearly 200,000 funds, so that you will be able to gain even greater advantages in all subsequent "challenge rounds"< ="r">."
On the other side, Jin Mianchou was listening to his brother's words. He was also analyzing quickly in his mind... and the conclusion he came to was consistent with what Brother Jue said.
"Is this guy... crazy?" Jin Mianchou thought to himself, "Why did he say these things to me? Playing hard to get? Retiring to advance? No... This is digging his own grave... Although he said these words, it will make people People feel that there is some kind of trap hidden in this round, but... but! It is impossible to deduce the answer in seven rounds!"
"I bet! One hundred thousand!" A few seconds later, when the betting time was about to run out, Jin Mianchou pressed the timer switch, and said to the referee in his ear-catching, high-pitched voice.
"Heh...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed at that moment, and that laughter was not only "disturbing", but to the point of chilling.
Jin Mianchou didn't know why... Before the opponent's unreasonable rounds, he should be the one with the absolute advantage. But he was a little trembling in his heart, always feeling that the man under the crow mask had some kind of "plan".
"Did you just think... that it takes seven rounds to get the answer. Is it impossible anyway?" The next second, Brother Jue restrained his smile. He asked Jin Mianchou in a teasing tone.
But Jin Mianchou was shocked by this sentence...
"You..." He almost said the five words "how do you know", but he held back after all.
"Indeed, in the 'field of computing', this is basically impossible." Feng Bujue continued, "But... in the world of gambling, that's another matter."
"Ha! Stop bluffing!" Jin Mianchou was unwilling to show weakness, "It doesn't matter how much you bluff, after three... no... two rounds, you will be revealed!"
"The original shape is revealed?" Feng Bujue repeated these four words, and said with a smile, "Heh... okay, I hope you won't be scared to pee when you see my original shape." At this point, he looked serious, Reported, "In the first round, I bet $1,021 (according to the rounding principle, Feng Bujue, who currently holds 102,072, has the same minimum bet amount as when he held 102,112 at the start of the last duel)."
"I'm with..." Jin Mianchou said after thinking for a second.
Feng Bujue didn't even think about it, picked up the paper, and wrote a set of numbers with a pen—[>
When the piece of paper was pushed in front of Jin Mianchou, the latter's body visibly froze, and his hand holding the pen... also began to tremble.
"What's going on? What's going on here!" At the same time, he was exclaiming in his heart, his mind was buzzing suddenly, and his thoughts were in confusion, "It's impossible...why can you guess it in the first round? To 1a5b!"
For this set of numbers, Jin Mianchou naturally did not give any 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 Mian's worried eyes lingered on Brother Jue's mask for a few seconds, then turned to the referee, thinking secretly, "The referee didn't have any Said, I didn't see anything abnormal, but this guy guessed this point in the first round, which is absolutely unreasonable... Could it be..." Thinking of this, the expression under the mask suddenly changed, "... this referee is the same as him Guy?"(.)