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 tonight's banquet, the guests are unlikely to 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.

It was obviously impossible for Mr. Jing to 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..." Brother Jue took the paper back and just glanced at it. Then he said, "In the second round, I will still bet 1,000 US dollars."

(The following will omit most of the descriptions about pressing the timer, you just need to know that they pressed it)

"I 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 man in the suit did not change his attitude. "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 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 replied, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Let alone at the gambling table...let's talk about football games, have you ever seen a change of judgment 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, "Things like cheating. If you can't expose it on the spot, then you 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 kind of 'win or lose'?"

"Well..." The man in the suit also continued, "Yes, the result of each duel is 'absolute'. We do not 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 write down the words "0a0b" angrily on the paper and hand it back to Brother Jue.

"Heh... I'm lucky." Feng Bujue was very pleased to see that the second number he guessed was also 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 kid... What on earth is he going to do? What does it mean to ask the referee that kind of 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 is writing the answer, or just think of a way to keep the answer directly on the referee.

Now the game has begun. Even if the guesser wants to cheat, there is no effective and feasible means.

Therefore, Feng Bujue's words did not mean that he wanted to do it. He just created a psychological pressure on the other party that "I might really do it."

In addition, Brother Jue's communication with the referee had another purpose - to provide a "thought" for other guests.

He hoped that through this conversation, the idea of ​​"you can cheat as long as you don't get caught" would be implanted in the minds of the people around him. It would lay 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.

In this way, it came to the eleventh round.

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

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

So, starting from this round, the core of guessing has changed from "guessing numbers" to "guessing positions". 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, there is still 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 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 guessing idea."

"Alas..." Feng Bujue heard the words, shook his head, and let out a long and pitiful sigh, "After all, he is a third-rate person..." He shrugged, "'I only lost a certain amount', 'There's still the next step Lun'... It is very dangerous to hold such thoughts at the gambling table." He paused for half a second, "When he came to his senses... he had already retreated and retreated under the scourge of such thoughts, and stood still. The edge of the cliff; at that time, when faced with the pressure of 'taking one more step back will mean death', they will usually completely collapse, or they will go to the extreme and fight to the death in an inexplicable place... This kind of person..." He He snorted coldly, "Humph...it's what we often call 'water fish'."

"Stop talking!" Mr. Jing shouted impatiently, "I'll follow! Let's start guessing! Round 11!"

There was no way he would back down here. But his increasingly tough attitude is actually just to hide the fact that he has no confidence.

Let's not mention the huge and completely incomparable gap between Mr. Jing and Brother Jue in terms of gambling. In terms of calculation alone...Mr. Jing is also pretty bad.

Not to mention the calculation of the game itself, even the calculation of chips and fines, he failed to do a good job... It would be unreasonable for such a person not to lose.

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Twelve minutes passed and the game continued.

Moreover, it has reached the twenty-first round.

The ten rounds of guessing just now greatly increased Mr. Jing's confidence, because until this round, the best result Feng Bujue had guessed was only 2a4b...

"Ha! Hahaha..." Looking at Brother Jue, whose face became more serious, Mr. Jing couldn't help but smile proudly. "What's wrong? Where was that arrogance just now?" He raised his head and sneered, "You say I'm a third-rate person? What about you? You said one thing after another, but after guessing for a long time...it seems that you are far away from it. The answer is still far away~”

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

"Hmph... What an idiot." The organizer sneered softly, "You don't even know that you are 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 the images transmitted back by the tablet What the two men wrote on paper.

"The trash who is not even aware of the existence of the 'Escape Round' actually chooses to 'accept protection'..." The organizer then continued, "There really is no value to be mined in this kind of person except for his organs. "

"Master." B, a big man in a suit, reminded him from the side. "I think this 'Mr. Yan' can only choose to 'accept protection' because what he faces outside is not just debt, but jail."

Man A in a suit also added: "Mr. Yan's superior is a serious corruption offender who was recently investigated and punished. As one of the people on 'that line', he has made a lot of money. Now, he is in urgent need of a large sum of money. Use the money to manage your relationship and buy yourself a 'transfer' result, otherwise... you'll have to go to jail."

"I see... you're a bureaucracy." The organizer rested his chin on one hand and put down the tablet in his hand. "It's not easy..." His thoughts had already jumped to other places. "Look at his appearance... 80% of his liver and stomach are not eligible for transplantation. This is a six-digit loss..."

Not to mention the calculations made by the organizer 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 shocked the other party: "This round, I will bet all the remaining money, 80,000."

At this moment, many people in the crowd gasped.

Mr. Jing's proud state suddenly froze and turned into inexplicable embarrassment and... fear.

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

"That's normal." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Take your number as an example. It's not too difficult to figure out how many permutations and combinations it has. (Note: Since there are no corner marks here, You can only do it this way) You can use the c126*a44 idea or the shortcut of a66/2... Anyway, the answer is 360 possibilities; the difficulty is... how to eliminate the 359 incorrect combinations in such a large number. Under the base number, even if there are hints of "how many a's and how many b's", it is still difficult to get the correct answer in ten rounds. To put it bluntly... you still have to rely on a little bit of 'luck'."

He paused for a few seconds: "Of course, if you can understand my guessing idea, then you should have noticed... As early as three rounds ago, I was already very close to the answer; at this time, the 'rules' People who know enough...or...people who have seen through the meaning of 'those rounds', still have a chance to recover the losses. However...you are obviously not that kind of person."

"What are you talking about? What about 'those rounds'? Aren't the rules obvious?" Mr. Jing panicked. No matter how slow his senses were, Feng Bujue's aura of winning was still strongly conveyed. coming.

"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 a panic, Mr. Jing's decision time limit reached 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..." Finally, Mr. Jing closed his eyes and suddenly pressed the timer. At the same time, he shouted angrily, "I surrender!" (To be continued.)