Chapter 1090 Around Midnight

The organizer spent ten minutes perfecting several suggestions proposed by Feng Bujue.

He cancelled the challenge immunity of everyone and added the rule of "the referee tosses a coin to decide the first attack right".

In this way, before the duel is established, no one knows whether he will be the questioner or the guesser first, and the attack and defense order determined by the coin is irrefutable.

In addition, in order to shorten the objective gap caused by the difference in funds, "secondary loan" has also begun; the upper limit of the loan is the difference between the current gold held by the player and the funds of the first-ranked player, and it is rounded up to the nearest integer.

By the way, the current number one player is Feng Bujue.

The lead in "time" gives him more hunting opportunities... As of 10 o'clock, his gold holdings have reached more than 300,000 US dollars.

Therefore, the amount of the secondary loan is based on him.

For example, if someone loses less than 10,000 US dollars, he can borrow 290,000; and if he has 60,000 on hand, he can borrow 240,000...

Of course, they have to sign a new supplementary contract based on the first contract they signed.

Long story short…

At 10:38, the second loan started.

Although the organizer had a group of top legal and financial personnel, it still took about 20 minutes to draft and print the contract.

To be honest, without making mistakes, these people's work was already very efficient… But the organizer still seemed dissatisfied because he didn't like waiting.

"Hurry up! Scumbags. You are still dragging your feet to borrow some money. Time waits for no one!"

While the players were borrowing money, the organizer was already urging them loudly on the second floor.

Indeed. The time to midnight was getting shorter and shorter. Even if they shortened the time of each game to less than 20 minutes as Feng Bujue said, they couldn't play too many games.

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At 10:45, all those in need had completed the second loan.

At this moment, the winner was decided again.

This time, everyone knew the importance of funds; no one was hesitant or indecisive. They all raised the amount of funds to the upper limit of 300,000 with all their efforts.

So, at this point in time, the difference in funds among all players disappeared, the right to challenge each other was also released, and the order of attack and defense was up to fate.

In short... they returned to a relatively fair competition state.

Of course. It doesn't mean that the advantages of those "leaders" just now have disappeared, because... at midnight, the moment when the "guess the number duel" ended, everyone had to pay off the "loan" first. Then settle the "chips".

So. The disadvantages of the laggards still exist, and the "second loan" only gives them the capital and opportunity to fight back.

As for whether they can turn the tables in adversity, it depends on their performance in the future...

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"Master, I have something unclear..." More than ten minutes after the duel resumed, the suited man A found an opportunity and said to the organizer.

"What's the matter?" The organizer was in a good mood at the moment, and he immediately responded in a brisk tone.

"I can see the purpose of Jiang Daode's suggestion to you... He is afraid that the rules you originally wanted to change will be too disadvantageous to him. So he proposed a more compromising method." Suit man A continued, "But what I don't understand is... Why is he still actively earning chips?"

"Yes... Master. I don't understand either..." Suit man B also said at this time, "According to the current situation, he should try to delay time and adopt a conservative strategy." He paused for half a second and then said, "As the leader, there is no need to continue to 'strive for profit'. As long as they 'lose less', they can stay in the forefront at the time of settlement."

"Hehe..." The organizer laughed when he heard this, "It's not your fault..." He shook his head, "The reason why you can't understand his behavior is because your most basic 'thinking mode' is different from his."

After this, the two suited men looked at the organizer with confusion, waiting for him to continue.

"You, and 99% of these hundreds of people, are thinking based on the concept of 'surviving'." The organizer paused for a moment and continued, "Surviving in this game, surviving in tonight's gambling, returning to the outside world...surviving..."

The suited man A swallowed his saliva: "Master...is this idea...wrong?"

"There is no right or wrong here..." The organizer replied, "It can only be said that your ideas represent the 'will of the majority', that is, the so-called 'normal'..." As he said, his eyes were already cast on Brother Jue in the venue, "But that man...his ideas are different from yours, or - 'abnormal'."

"Is he...thinking about dying?" The suited man B asked very straightforwardly.

"Haha..." The organizer was amused, "That's not what I meant..." He turned his head and looked at the two bodyguards beside him, and then said, "You have also accompanied me to watch many such 'good shows'. What do you think...what is the essence of 'gambling'?"

The two men looked at each other and did not answer, because they did not have a practical answer in their hearts.

“Heh…” Upon seeing this, the organizer waited for a few seconds and then continued, “Gambling means dying meaninglessly…”

Although he said an "answer", the two people still didn't understand it.

"The size of the cards, the number of points in the sieve, the whereabouts of a certain marble, the winning or losing of a certain game, and even what kind of car will drive by next minute..." The organizer added, "Gamble is on. , it's these 'boring' things... at least most of them are boring and meaningless. If there is no 'bet' involved, gambling will probably become as boring as statistics. But... there is'. The stakes are different after that - winning may mean gaining everything, losing may cost you everything; bet 'everything' on a 'result' that has not yet happened, enjoy the excitement of the process, and bear the responsibility when the result is revealed. Bliss or pain...this is the real gambler, the real 'scoundrel'."

"Master, you mean..." A, the big man in a suit, also turned to look at Brother Jue, "He is also a real..."

"No." The organizer interrupted. "You are wrong to use the word 'also'." He spread his hands and smiled, "He is the only one who is genuine. I am not a 'rogue'... I am just a coward." He said sadly, "People like me who use money to protect themselves and stay in a safe situation from beginning to end... can't be regarded as 'gambling', at most they can be regarded as 'playing'."

The organizer paused and then continued: "Obviously. This 'Mr. Crow'... is a complete rogue; an inappropriate metaphor is... when everyone is thinking about 'how to survive to the next round of the game' 'At the same time, he was thinking about 'how to kill everyone'. This essential difference, coupled with the gap in ability, makes his execution ability several levels higher than others..."

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Night. Eleven fifty-nine.

There's only one minute left until midnight.

According to the rules, duels that are not completed at midnight can be postponed until the end.

At this moment, almost all the "guests". They are all still in the duel...

Some of them have calm expressions on their faces, some have proud expressions, and some have "it's over" expressions; masks. Although these expressions were covered up, sweat and tears... were still flowing uncontrollably down some people's cheeks and chins; the trembling and posture of the body... could not be concealed either.

It can be said that although this final duel is not over yet, with body language, one can basically identify who will be eliminated.

On the other hand, I don’t know when the number of men in suits and sunglasses in the venue increased again; moreover, dozens of women in suits and sunglasses also came.

As a staff member. They all know that...the next scene will become quite ugly, so they need enough manpower to suppress a large number of crazy people to control the scene.

And this noisy moment after midnight. It is also a good show that the organizers like to see.

People who fell into the quagmire of despair showed ugly and embarrassed postures and faces.

Those men who were originally upright and high-spirited are kneeling down to beg for mercy and crying bitterly; those women who were originally charming and graceful are screaming, crying and hysterical.

But this last struggle was undoubtedly in vain, and they were dragged out after all...

Among them, those who did not sign a "protection contract" were forcibly returned to their respective single cabins. Once the ship docked, they would be driven ashore and saddled with more serious debts.

Those who had signed a "protection contract" were grouped together according to gender; other guests did not know their whereabouts, but... they could imagine their future as "property".

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Early in the morning, 0:25.

"Ladies and gentlemen~" Tonight, the organizer came down from the second floor for the first time, "Let me first say congratulations to you all."

He walked to the middle of the main hall with graceful steps, and the two men in suits followed closely behind him, on his left and right sides.

"Congratulations to everyone, you came out in the number guessing showdown." The organizer said this and clapped his hands gently.

The next second, all the male and female staff members in suits and sunglasses around him applauded. It's just that... there is no hint of "congratulations" on their faces.

"Before announcing the rules of the next round of the game, let me... toast everyone."

Before the organizer finished speaking, sixty-four men in sunglasses were already carrying trays and came to the remaining sixty-four guests in the main hall.

On the tray in each of their hands was a glass of champagne.

"Please be respectful..." the organizer said as he took his own glass of champagne from the hand of the 65th staff member and raised the glass high.

Seeing this, the guests naturally raised their wine glasses to signal. Some of the masks were tighter, and they used their other hand to slightly lift the lower part of the mask to start drinking.

As for Feng Bujue... He originally had to lift the wine glass to about the same height as his face to drink the contents, so now his "putting the straw through the eye of the mask" action was still the same.

"Then..." the organizer raised his glass for a few seconds and said, "Well... let me think about the toast..."

"Hurry up, my hands are sore." As soon as the other party finished speaking, Brother Jue urged him.

The organizer curled his lips under the mask: "Okay... then I wish the world peace..."

Before he could say the word "ping", Feng Bujue shouted: "Are you lying? Heping is a string. Do you think you are participating in a beauty pageant? Find someone else!"

Hearing this, the organizer's expression twitched, and he muttered in his heart: "Hey, hey...you are the one who urged...you are the one who picked on me...you are looking for trouble, right..."

Thinking about it, he changed his words: "Then...thank you all..."

"Are you holding a full moon party or a class reunion? Do you want to change the name and call us all guests? Thank you for nothing, it's as if we are here to give you a favor, change it to something else!" Brother Jue interrupted the other party again, and once again launched his full-fledged ability to complain.

"I haven't said what I want to thank you for!" The organizer finally couldn't help it and roared at Brother Jue, "Are you done yet! Just say it yourself!"

"OK, I wish you all good health." Feng Bujue said at a very fast speed, and then drank half of the champagne in a slurp.

The organizer was shocked at the time, but after being shocked, he still finished the champagne in his hand with other guests.

Feeling that he had lost his composure, the host cleared his throat awkwardly after drinking, waited for a few seconds, and then said: "Hmm... Then... Everyone, I will announce the content of the second game."

After speaking, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers.

Two seconds later, a man in a suit and sunglasses came over, took the empty wine glass from the host, and then handed him something.

After the host took it, he raised "that thing" and showed it to everyone: "I named this game - 'Triple Neurasthenia'."

While saying those six words, he used a common shuffling technique in Hong Kong gambling movies in the 1990s, and shuffled the neatly stacked, brand new cards in his hand from top to bottom.

At this moment, none of the 63 guests present saw anything from the host's showmanship, only one person... had already known a lot of information.

"Well... not poker, but special cards. There are 102 cards in total, with 34 patterns... It is indeed a bit more difficult than the ordinary 'neurasthenia', but..." After taking a glance, Feng Bujue was already thinking in his mind, "Heh... You may be a little naive to play cards in front of me..." (To be continued)