Chapter 1084 Number Guessing Contest (Part 2)

"Twenty-five rounds."

As soon as the man in suit and sunglasses finished speaking, Feng Bujue had already completed the "round declaration", and this number was undoubtedly what he had decided long ago.

"This kid... only reported twenty-five rounds." Mr. Jing immediately thought in his heart, "The number of rounds is a bit too few..."

Although Mr. Jing had read the complete rules like Brother Jue, he did not make a detailed calculation of the surrender penalty for each round. He just knew roughly... as long as he chose to surrender after thirty-one rounds, he would 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, repeatable".

Unfortunately... it is very difficult to guess out of thin air; for games like guessing numbers, unless you have multiple personalities in your body (yes, I'm talking about Muto Yugi), it is impossible to play with yourself.

And given the nature of this game, the guests will not help each other practice, so... Mr. Jing can only infer through the "surrender penalty" that if he wants to guess the correct answer, it will take at least "about thirty rounds".

"One thousand dollars." After hesitating for a few seconds, Mr. Jing still called a minimum bet.

"Huh... I see..." 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 the public, he naturally could not remain silent about it.

"I'll explain it to you later." Feng Bujue replied in a lazy tone, "I don't want to waste too much time on third-rate, let's make a quick decision."

After that, he did not give the other party room to refute, and immediately said: "In the first round, I called a bet of 1,000 US dollars. Do you want to follow or surrender?"

After asking this question, he pressed the timer at hand.

Mr. Jing naturally could not surrender in the first round. He replied: "I follow." Then he raised his hand and pressed the timer button on his end.

At the same second, Feng Bujue had bent down and started writing on the paper, and the first group of numbers he guessed was - six "0".

After writing, he handed the paper to Mr. Jing and pressed the timer; the latter took the paper and took a look, quickly wrote the feedback of 0a0b under the line of numbers, and pressed the timer when handing the paper back.

The above is the standard process of a round.

"0a0b" means that Feng Bujue did not guess any of them in terms of numbers or positions. In other words... among the six numbers written by Mr. Jing, there is not a single "0"; in a sense, this start is better than the one that guessed several numbers, because it is equivalent to reducing the "ten digits" to "nine digits". Moreover, this "0" can 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 whether "1" exists in the answer. If you are lucky, you can also directly determine the position of "1".

Of course, after such a standard process, Feng Bujue paid a price of 1,000 US dollars...

"Hmm..." After taking the paper back, Brother Jue just glanced at it. Then he said, "In the second round, I will still bet 1,000 US dollars."

(The description of pressing the timer will be omitted below, you just need to know that they pressed it)

"I will follow." Mr. Jing followed decisively this time.

Basically. At least in the first fifteen rounds, as long as the bet amount of the guesser does not change significantly, the questioner can follow up without thinking.

Because in this game. There is no situation where "the guesser deliberately does not increase the bet amount in the round that he is sure to win". Even if he knows that this behavior will cause the opponent to surrender, the fine for surrender will definitely be more than the money of a bottom bet.

"Brother referee, I have a question I want to confirm here." When Feng Bujue lowered his head to write the second set of numbers, he suddenly started chatting with the man in a suit and sunglasses next to him.

"Excuse me." The man in the suit also responded immediately.

"Regarding what you just said... 'If you are caught cheating, you will be immediately judged as losing'..." Then, Feng Bujue asked a startling question in a calm tone, "Can I understand that... 'Cheating that is not caught on the spot' is 'condoned'?"

As soon as he said this, the crowd around him cheered, and Mr. Jing's face under the mask twitched on the spot.

The man in the suit and sunglasses, on the other hand, reacted calmly: "Yes, since 'not caught on the spot', there is naturally no way to punish."

Obviously, this is not the first time he has answered a similar question; the organizers could not have missed the tricks of "cheating", and his "referees" also knew about it.

"What a joke!" However, the next second, Mr. Jing was not happy, "What's the point of you referees if you can't guarantee fairness? Are you standing guard by the side?"

"Sir." The suit man's attitude did not change. "Fairness at the gambling table is relative. Cheating is also part of strength, and the risk and benefit are proportional... If you are caught cheating, your trip tonight will end early." He paused and said, "Besides... I didn't say 'I can't guarantee the fairness of the duel', I just said that there is no punishment for 'cheating that is not caught on the spot'. Don't underestimate us 'guards'..." At this point, his eyes under the sunglasses quietly moved to Brother Jue, and his words were also a bit intimidating, "It's not that easy to cheat under my nose."

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue didn't care about the other party's sight and pressure. He handed a piece of paper with six "1"s written on it to Mr. Jing again and laughed uncomfortably.

"Wait! What if there is a cheating method that is not caught on the spot, but is exposed after the duel? What will happen then?" Mr. Jing was still struggling with the previous topic.

"Ha...hahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed out loud before the man in the suit could reply, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Let's not talk about the gambling table...let's talk about football games. Have you ever seen a decision changed after the game?" He said, and took a sip of champagne with the straw inserted into the eye socket of his mask, and then said, "If cheating can't be exposed on the spot, then we can only say...'the person who is fooled is a fool'. If the result can be overturned 'afterwards', then what is the meaning of this 'win or lose'?"

"Well..." the man in the suit also continued, "Yes, the result of each game is 'absolute'. We don't agree with proving that the other party cheated after all the settlements are completed."

"Tsk..." 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 the words "0a0b" on the paper quickly. Hand it back to Brother Jue.

"Heh... I'm lucky." Feng Bujue was very pleased to see that his second guess was completely excluded from the correct answer. "With this kind of start, the answer can be figured out within 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 it.

After hearing it, Mr. Jing was also beating his head: "Damn boy... What on earth is he going to do? What does it mean to ask the referee that question just now? Is he trying to do something... or is he simply trying to disturb me?"

He guessed half right. One of the purposes of Feng Bujue's communication with the referee was indeed to disturb him...

In this game, there are actually very few ways to cheat. If you really want to "cheat", you should do it when the questioner writes the answer, or just think of a way to keep the answer on the referee.

Now that the game has begun, the guesser wants to cheat. There is no effective and feasible means.

Therefore, Feng Bujue's words do not mean that he wants to do it, but just create a psychological pressure on the other party that "I may really do it".

In addition. There is another purpose for Brother Jue's exchange with the referee - to provide other guests with a "thought".

He hopes that through this conversation, the idea of ​​"you can cheat as long as you don't get caught" will be implanted in the minds of the people around him, laying the groundwork for the subsequent "layout".

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To make a long story short. In the first ten rounds, Feng Bujue guessed all ten numbers from zero to nine, and lost a total of 10,000 US dollars.

In this way, it came to the eleventh round.

At this time, Feng Bujue can be sure that the six numbers written by Mr. Jing do not contain 0, 1, 4, 6, and 9.

In other words, the answer consists of the five numbers 23578; as a six-digit number containing five numbers, there is naturally a repeated number, and this number has been tried out in the first ten rounds. When guessing six "8s", Mr. Jing gave the feedback of 2a0b, that is, the proof that the six-digit number contains two "8s".

Therefore, starting from this round, the core of guessing the solution changed from "guessing the number" to "guessing the position". Anyway, the answer is definitely the six numbers 235788. Now it depends on how they are arranged.

"Heh... Do you suddenly feel that it is not impossible to solve the problem within 25 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 face has become very ugly, but fortunately, he still has a mask to block it, so that he will not show his cowardice in front of everyone.

But... his short and fat body was full of fat and oil, and he sweated easily; the sweat that flowed from his head and face to his neck looked shiny under the light, as if he had betrayed him...

"Humph... even if you successfully guessed it within 25 rounds, so what? I only bet one thousand on the bottom bet of the 'betting round'." Mr. Jing was still unwilling to be outdone in his words, "Take a step back, even if I am forced to surrender, I will still have my turn to guess the solution 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 idea for guessing the solution."

"Alas..." Feng Bujue shook his head upon hearing this, and sighed with sympathy, "After all, he is a third-rate person..." He shrugged, "'I only lost so much', 'there is another 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 been retreating again and again under the harm of such thoughts, standing on the edge of the cliff; at that time, when faced with the pressure of 'one more step back means death', they will usually collapse completely, or fight to the extreme and get bloodied in an inexplicable place... Such people..." He snorted coldly, "Humph... they are what we often call 'water fish'."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mr. Jing shouted impatiently, "I'll follow! Start guessing! Round 11!"

He couldn't give in here. But his increasingly tough attitude was actually just to cover up the fact that he had no confidence.

Let's not talk about the huge gap between Mr. Jing and Brother Jue in gambling, just in terms of calculation... Mr. Jing is also quite bad.

Not to mention the calculations for the game of guessing numbers, he couldn't even calculate the chips and the fines completely... It would be unfair if such a person didn't lose.

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Twelve minutes later, the game was still going on.

And it had already reached the 21st round.

The ten rounds of guessing just now gave Mr. Jing a lot of confidence, because up to this round, the best result Feng Bujue had guessed was only 2a4b...

"Ha! Hahaha..." Looking at Brother Jue, whose face was becoming more and more solemn, Mr. Jing couldn't help but laugh triumphantly. "What's wrong? Where's the arrogance just now?" He looked up and sneered, "You said I was third-rate? What's wrong with you? You said a lot, but after guessing for a long time... it seems that you are still far from the answer~"

At the same time, next to the railing on the second floor.

"Hmph... what an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "You don't even know that you're finished..."

At this time, the two suited men 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 wrote on the paper through the screen sent back by the tablet.

"A waste who can't even detect the existence of the 'escape round' actually chose to 'accept protection'..." The organizer then read again, "There is really no value to be explored in this kind of person except for his organs."

"Master." Suit man B reminded at this time. "I think this 'Mr. Yan' can only choose to 'accept protection', because what he faces outside is not just debt, but imprisonment."

The suited man A also added: "Mr. Yan's superior is a recent corrupt criminal who was investigated. As one of the people on 'that line', he has made a lot of money. Now. He urgently needs a sum of money to manage his relationship and buy himself a 'transfer punishment' result. Otherwise... he will have to go to jail."

"So that's it... bureaucrats." The organizer held his chin with one hand and put down the tablet in his hand, "It's not easy..." His thoughts have jumped to other places. "Look at his appearance... his liver and stomach are probably not eligible for transplantation. This is a six-digit loss..."

Let's not talk about the account the organizer calculated above, let's look back at the gambling table.

Facing Mr. Jing's provocation. Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds, and then said something that surprised the other party: "This round I'll bet all the remaining money, 80,000."

At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.

Mr. Jing's smug state froze in an instant, and turned into an inexplicable embarrassment.

"What... what?" Two seconds later, Mr. Jing responded, "So far, you have only guessed 2a at most, but you..."

"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted him, "Take your number as an example, it's not too difficult to calculate how many permutations and combinations it has. (Note: Since the corner mark cannot be typed here, it can only be typed this way) You can use the idea of ​​c126*a44 or a66/2 as a shortcut to calculate... Anyway, the answer is 360 possibilities; the difficulty lies in... how to eliminate the 359 incorrect combinations. With such a large base, even with the hint of 'how many a and how many b', it is still difficult to try out 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, then you should have noticed... I was very close to the answer three rounds ago; at this time, people who understand the 'rules' well enough... 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 obvious?" Mr. Jing panicked. Even if his senses were dull, Feng Bujue's aura of confidence in victory had already been strongly conveyed.

"When I was betting on the round, I deliberately chose the number 'twenty-five rounds', but your reaction showed that you knew nothing about the significance of this round." Feng Bujue continued, "At this time... I Your level has been confirmed." He spread his hands and chuckled, "Generally speaking... you don't even know how to play this game. This is because you abandoned those few without knowing it. "

When Feng Bujue said this, he drank all the champagne in the glass, paused and said, "Okay, don't be stunned, one minute is almost here."

"Huh? Ah!" In panic, Mr. Jing's decision came to the last five seconds.

When he looked at the timer, his mind was still confused: "What on earth is this kid talking about... I don't understand! Is it a bluff... If it's a bluff, then I can kill this place by just gritting my teeth." I killed him, but just in case..."

"Three...two..." On the other hand, Feng Bujue started counting down loudly with a smile.

"Me! I..." Mr. Jing closed his eyes and suddenly pressed the timer. At the same time, he shouted angrily, "I surrender!" (To be continued.)