"Think about it carefully... When you challenge Mr. Jing, he chooses the table, but to deal with that third-rate... There should be no need for him to cheat." Jin Mianchou thought to himself, "And when I challenged him, I didn't think about changing the table... But, looking at it now, counting this one... He has already played three duels on the same table."
He looked at the referee's meticulous, almost expressionless face, which was half covered by sunglasses, and then looked at Brother Jue again.
"When he launched the initial challenge, although he seemed to choose the table closest to him at random, in the end...wasn't he deciding where to stand? That is to say... the actual situation It is very likely that he found the one he bribed among the many referees, and then purposely wandered to the vicinity of the referee's table, and then challenged him." The more Jin Mianchou thought about it, the more reliable his reasoning became, "He used The dramatic way of selecting the challenged by 'turning the straw' is also to cover up this fact; at the time when no one was willing to stand up to the confrontation, his actions will undoubtedly amaze the people around him' Even the opponent can choose at random', thus ignoring the two points of 'the table is also chosen by him' and 'this table is probably not chosen by him'."
beep beep—
Just as Jin Mian was thinking sadly, a rush of beeps interrupted his thoughts.
"The feedback time limit is up, sir." The referee's cold voice came immediately, "The overtime penalty is 1% of the gold limit at the beginning of the game. In addition, the next 30-second timer will start immediately..." He said, and Looking at Jin Mianchou, he pointed to the timer, "The fine next time will be 2%. Please pay attention."
"This..." At this time, Jin Mianchou realized with hindsight that he was thinking about things. Too much time had been wasted; for the first time in his life, he felt... not enough time to think.
this. It's something he's never encountered before...
Jin Mianchou is a very good person, an "elite" in the true sense.
His family was not well off, but it was quite well off. He has never been to a public school since he was a child, and he is an outstanding existence in any group.
There are inherent advantages in top-notch academic performance, top-notch athletic ability, and even appearance.
When he was a student, he was always associated with vocabulary such as cadres, representatives, and special students. Or, we can put it more directly, he is the legendary "child of other people".
Before graduating from college. He has already obtained the qualification certificate of a well-known enterprise, and he has become the youngest senior executive in the history of the enterprise in the sixth year after entering the enterprise.
He is a standard winner in life, he hardly knows what setbacks are, because he never fails.
Getting praise, winning... It is a matter of course for him; he is also very happy to bask in the envy and admiration of others.
In his opinion, those mediocre people who appear in his life are just some inconspicuous "dragons", and he... is like the "protagonist" of this world.
Until... the year he was thirty-two years old...
A month ago, Jin Mianchou had a disagreement with his superior on a certain project. He was so self-willed... he chose to ignore the other party's dissuasion. Enforce your own choices.
As a result... he failed miserably and caused a huge loss.
This gap, on his own...even if it means bankrupt. It can't be made up; however, if he can get an eight-figure liquidity, then he still has ways to mediate and remedy, at least for a long period of time, no one will find out about his behavior.
So, he appeared on this ship today...
Today, he, as always, believes that he is the "protagonist" here.
But... the nightmarish reality gradually woke up this person who hadn't experienced many ups and downs in life.
And the name of that "reality" is - Feng Bujue.
...
"Hurry up and write." Brother Jue saw that the other party was still hesitating. Then he smiled and pressed, "What? Don't you think it's not enough to give me 1,000 dollars? If you overtime, it will be 2,000 dollars."
"I...I protest!" Jin Mianchou turned around suddenly. He shouted at the sponsor at the railing on the second floor.
His howl not only attracted the organizer's attention. It made many people in the main hall look towards him.
"Ha..." The organizer opened his mouth and let out a breath, then stood up, looked at the other party and said, "What are you protesting?"
"Your people were bribed by him! They partnered to make thousands!" Jin Mianchou shouted at the organizer, and at the same time raised his finger to the man in suit and sunglasses and Brother Jue beside him.
When he said this, the referee was also taken aback, not knowing how to react.
"Hehe..." After Feng Bujue heard the words, it was he who spread his hands and said with a smile, "Look at your little virtue of 'telling the teacher'... tsk tsk tsk~"
His taunting doesn't really make any real sense this time, but... he just likes it...
"My people... was 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 proof!" Jin Mian said sadly, and held up the paper in his hand.
"What happened to this piece of paper?" asked the host.
"He guessed 1a5b in the first round!" Jin Mianchou replied.
"Oh..." The host replied feebly, "So?"
"So?" Jin Mianchou's tone of voice changed, "So they must have teamed up to cheat a thousand times!"
"Heh... hehe..." After hearing this sentence, the organizer shook his head and laughed dryly.
Almost at the same second, Feng Bujue also smiled in the same way.
"What are you laughing at?" Jin Mianchou felt that the atmosphere was not right, and his voice dropped.
"Who stipulated... that you can't guess 1a5b in the first round?" asked the organizer.
"Who decided... Guessing 1a5b in the first round, it must be out of thousand?" Feng Bujue also asked.
"Ridiculous!" Jin Mian yelled sadly, "If it wasn't out of thousands, how could it be possible to guess all six numbers in the first round?"
"So... have you seen or seen through his tricks?" asked the host.
"I..." Jin Mianchou didn't answer the question directly, "The method is to cooperate with the referee! The referee must be in a place where I can't see...for example, in a blind spot... and told the number to the crow man through gestures or codes! "
As soon as this remark came out, the referee brother instinctively wanted to speak out to defend himself. However, after he looked up at the host, he finally swallowed the words.
He knew... in front of the host. Justification is superfluous; the act of "justifying" itself is a kind of questioning of the sponsor.
"No. He didn't." As the organizer said, he had already operated the tablet in his hand a few times to call up the monitoring screen of Feng Bujue and Jin Mianchou's table in the past few minutes, and used fast-forward The form shows it again, "From the picture captured by this shot, it can be seen that he hardly makes any movements, no matter his hands, feet, shoulders... are very stable, even moving his lips or fingers. nor."
"This..." Jin Mian worried when he saw this. He added, "The crow man cheated in other ways! The referee either didn't see it, or he was bribed by him... Pretending not to see it!"
"Huh—" The host spit out another mouthful, picked up the magic drink in hand, sipped it lightly, and then continued, "Let me sort out my thoughts..." He paused, "You accuse My subordinates helped others out, but you can't produce 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 wronged. He hurriedly continued: "No! There are many other signs..." He pointed at Feng Bujue again, "He... He said 'I see. These are the numbers' when I just finished writing the answer. If so! And he only declared seven rounds! These are all signs of cheating!"
"A sign..." The sponsor sneered, "Huh... that's an interesting statement." He looked at Brother Jue and asked, "Mr. Crow, how do you explain it?"
"Psychological tactics." Feng Bujue answered four words concisely.
"Did you hear that?" the organizer asked Jin Mian worriedly again.
"He... this..." Jin Mianchou didn't know what else to say, after all, he didn't have any evidence, which was flawed.
However, Jin Mianchou didn't want to let the duel continue... because he had already decided in his heart that Brother Jue cheated; taking a step back, even if Brother Jue didn't cheat, it would have been 1a5b in one round. The possibility of guessing the answer within those seven rounds is extremely high, that is to say... it is impossible for Jin Mianchou to persist until the eighth round before surrendering; He was eliminated directly.
"Then... this round is not counted!" Jin Mianchou continued, "I want to start over! And change a referee." He said to the organizer again. "Heh... how about it? In order to prove the fairness of the duel, I don't think you will refuse..."
"Okay~ okay~ I see." The organizer interrupted the other party, and said to the big man in the suit beside him, "Do it."
"Of order, master." The big man in a suit replied.
Before he finished speaking, the strong man nearly two meters tall jumped out from the railing on the second floor, which was several meters high.
His momentum is like a tiger descending a mountain and a dragon rushing into the sea.
After landing with a bang, the big man rushed to the cart where Brother Jue was in five steps, and grabbed Jin Mianchou's shoulder with one hand.
"Ah—" Jin Mian cried out in pain.
But before he could utter the second syllable, he was pinned to the ground with a backhand by the opponent using a set of incomparably skilled and powerful grappling kung fu.
"You... what are you doing!" Jin Mianchou, whose mask was on the ground, yelled loudly. He tried to resist, but found that he was completely unable to move as if he had been trampled by an elephant.
"You've been 'completely defeated'." The big man in a suit B continued, "Follow me and get out of here."
"What! What nonsense are you talking about?" Jin Mianchou shouted louder, "Sponsor! What's going on? Please explain!"
"Are you showing off?" At this time, the host had sat down again and played with the tablet leisurely, "You still ask me what's going on? Don't you understand the rules of the gaming table?"
"What... what rules?" Jin Mian asked with difficulty.
"The rule is..." At this time, Feng Bujue took the place of the host, and said to Jin Mian worriedly, "If you do something, you will chop your hands and feet at least, and at worst you will kill yourself."
Jin Mianchou listened. Really exasperated: "I... I didn't cheat! It's clearly you..."
"It's the same to falsely accuse the other party of cheating without any evidence." The next second. The organizer said again, "You might as well think about it. If what you said is true, how will my subordinates be treated?" He raised his finger and pointed to the referee, "The gambling world is not that kind A place where you can point someone's nose and yell thousands, but you can stay out of it..." He shook his head, "There is no conclusive evidence, no ability to arrest people, and no consciousness to bear the consequences...you just Dare to say boldly that the other party 'definitely cheated'..."
Boom—
The host immediately slapped the railing in front of him, and shouted out in a stern tone for the first time: "Do you think this is a kindergarten playroom? How dare you ask for a replay? Do you want me to 'prove the fairness of the duel'? He waved his arm and pointed, "If it wasn't for the presence of a lady, I already had your shit beaten out two minutes ago!" He paused for half a second, then shouted at the big man in a suit, "He signed 'Protection contract', right? Drag me out immediately!"
"Yes!" The big man in a suit ordered, moved away the knee that was pressing on Jin Mianchou's spine, lifted the guy up and left.
"No...don't!" At this moment, Jin Mianchou finally knew that he was afraid, but it was undoubtedly too late to beg for mercy.
"Wait a minute." Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Bujue suddenly called out, trying to call the big man in a suit b.
It's just... the big man in a suit b didn't understand brother. As if he didn't hear him at all, he dragged Jin Mianchou around Jin Mianchou's neck with his steel-like arms.
"Wait." Two seconds later, the organizer uttered again. This time, the big man in suit B stopped.
"Mr. Crow, do you have any comments?" asked the host.
"No, no, I just... still have a few words I want to explain to Jin Mianchou." Feng Bujue said, and he took a step and came to Jin Mianchou.
The latter's expression at the moment was basically the same as the mask he was wearing.
"Wu...Mr. Crow..." Jin Mianchou said to Brother Jue with tears in his voice, "Please intercede for me! I will give you three...no...fifty thousand!"
Brother Jue ignored the other party's begging for mercy. He said to himself, "Do you want to know why I guessed 1a5b in the first round?"
Jin Mianchou was taken aback by the question. He replied dully: "Why... why?"
"It's actually very simple..." Feng Bujue said, "I guess."
"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 'see', 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 backwards. If the answer does not contain 8 and 9, it can save me a round; You're right to think that when you haven't made the 'seven rounds' manifesto.
"And then, it's just pure guessing...
"Due to work reasons, I have done research on many things related to puzzle solving. I have seen it in a material from the 1990s... When people randomly write numbers, the three most frequently written numbers are 3, 5, 8; although I'm not sure about the reliability of that information, I'm guessing anyway, I don't need to be 'sure' of anything; moreover, in the previous confrontation between me and Mr. Jing, the numbers he wrote also included These three numbers can also be regarded as a kind of evidence in a sense.
"In short, so far, I have the five numbers of 139.
"Then... I considered the 'repeated number'. Adding a repeated number will increase the confusion of the answer. You are very aware of this. I don't think you will let it go. And which one will this repeated number be? If Refer to my order of guessing solutions... It is best to choose 9, which ensures that I will not try out all six numbers until the ninth round.
"So, I wrote -1399, which is 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, and 9 is still tenable, but 3 and 5..." He Swallowing, "Your guessing method, the probability of guessing more than four is very high, but if you hit all of them..."
"I didn't intend to guess all of them." Feng Bujue said, "My original plan was to 'guess four to five numbers in the first round'. As long as I can do this, my plan is already a success." gone."
These words, like a sharp arrow, passed through Jin Mianchou's heart, causing the blood flow in his whole body to stagnate.
"You... You didn't intend to complete this duel..." After a few breaths of thought, Jin Mian murmured.
"You finally understand." Feng Bujue replied calmly, "As I said before, you are a 'second-rate'. The difference between a third-rate and a second-rate is...the former is too incompetent, while the latter is self-righteous. Therefore, with Compared with the third-rate, the second-rate is 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 'I must Cheating' cognition. And in desperation, you made a 'suicide' response."
When Jin Mianchou heard this sentence, he realized something again: "Could it be! When you were playing against Mr. Jing, you were already in..."
"Yes." Brother Jue smiled, "At that time, I had already completed the 'planning'; I asked the referee about 'cheating' in public, just to consider... In the future duels, I may encounter some people who are in the 'calculation' At this time, the shadow that I buried in the opponent's heart... "as long as you don't get caught, you can pass the level safely", became my invincible blade in psychological warfare."
Shock, despair, fear, unwillingness...
Feng Bujue's ideas flowed quietly in the air, and he made Jin Mianchou feel a complicated and indescribable sense of frustration.
After a moment of silence, Jin Mianchou spoke again: "One day, I will come back...whether it is five years or ten years... I will pay off my debts and make a comeback! At that time, I will still be at the gambling table …return to you…”
"Hmph... how naive." Feng Bujue sneered and interrupted, "'Someday'? 'A comeback'? Heh... People who say such things when they fail, I'm afraid they will only gradually get used to failure..."
He said, putting his hands in his pockets, and took two steps back: "It seems to be the mentality 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 solve it first in this game." "Get rid of potential powerful enemies" seems reasonable at first glance; but in the world of gambling, it has never been unreasonable. People lose everything and even die for inexplicable reasons... that is gambling. Calculation of your level — this scheme of 'getting yourself to safety as soon as possible' .
At this point, Feng Bujue turned around and walked away slowly: "People who haven't really sat on the gambling table yet are full of confidence and want to win... It's ridiculous. You should go back to the field you are familiar with , pay for other bad decisions in your life.”(.)