PFC Chapter 2293 Gotham Music Chapter (32)
Chapter 2293 Gotham Music Chapter (32)
Chapter 2293 Gotham Music Festival ()
The crowd gradually gathered around. There were byes at almost every table. They had all just heard Bruce Wayne's name, so they were very interested in this bet.
As the lights in the venue flickered, the VIP room suddenly moved to another location and appeared on the other side of the wall, allowing them to watch the gambling game between Bruce and Roman directly from top to bottom, and to see clearly the cards in both parties' hands.
Sitting on the far right of the first row of the VIP seats was a man in a bright red suit and a jellyfish mask, lost in thought.
Behind him, the man wearing a Megalodon mask seemed a little impatient. He asked, "What kind of game is this? Have you ever played poker with similar rules?"
"It looks like a game they created, but it's nothing more than another form of flipping cards. The test is about calculating probabilities," said the man wearing a jellyfish mask.
The man wearing the megalodon mask seemed to want to ask more questions, but at this time a row of waiters wearing shell-shaped bikinis and colorful betta fish masks came in and served drinks to the guests.
The man wearing the peach blossom jellyfish mask asked for a glass of champagne, but just as another waiter walked past him, he saw that the hair, which was well wrapped in a black hairnet, was shining with purple-red light.
He immediately reached out and touched the back of the waitress's hand. When she turned around, he put his arm around her waist and let her sit on his lap.
The lead waiter came over, bowed and said, "I'm sorry sir, we don't provide such services here."
"I'm not planning on doing anything." The man smiled and said, "Who told you to design the opening game to be so boring? As compensation, let her sit here with me for a while."
The leading waiter didn't say anything. He blinked his eyes under the mask, gave his companion a look, and turned and left.
After they all left, the man put his arm around the waiter and walked towards the bathroom at the back. During the walk, he said something that made the waiter giggle, and she reluctantly followed him.
No one present expressed any objection to this; they knew that this kind of situation always happens in such occasions, and there was no need for anyone to disturb anyone else's fun.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, the man pulled off the woman's mask. Not willing to be outdone, the woman grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and pressed him directly on the sink.
The man looked up and saw Natasha's face in the mirror, and Natasha lifted the man's mask, and sure enough, it was Tony Stark, the evil version.
"Let me go." Stark said angrily, "You messed up my clothes."
"When you touched my thigh, didn't you ever think about whether I would upset your intestines?" Natasha twisted her hand and Stark let out a scream.
Then she let go of Stark, who shook his hand vigorously and found that his wrist was swollen. He rubbed his wrist and said, "You are so unprofessional. How do you want me to explain my injury to them?"
"Haven't you ever slept with a cover model as wild as me?" Natasha said, not to be outdone. "Oh, how could I forget? If they know you're Stark, we'd better get out within three minutes, otherwise we'll be exposed."
Stark narrowed his eyes at Natasha and said, "The Black Widow I know doesn't talk as much as you do."
"Three minutes isn't enough to say more."
Stark pounded his fist on the sink and said, "One mistake, how long are you going to keep talking?!"
"Only one time?"
"In our universe, there is only... Can we talk business?"
Natasha put one hand on her waist and the other on the table and said, "I don't think you have any serious business here. Were those yacht parties you held before for serious business?"
"This time is different." Stark snorted and said, "There is something wrong with this ship."
"What is the problem?"
"First, tell me what you are doing here."
"Agents appear in every place to carry out missions. Most of the missions are to investigate the situation and respond to changes on an ad hoc basis. This time is no exception."
"To be more specific, this kind of information won't get you any professional intelligence."
Natasha suddenly pursed her lips. Stark stared at her. After a while, Natasha sighed and said, "I've always been annoyed when people ask me this, because it's not my idea. Who knows where Nick gets so many genius ideas from?"
"What's up with him?"
"He discovered that this ship had been able to evade all searches by the Coast Guard, the National Guard and the military, and he wanted to know how that could happen."
"and then?"
"And then use it to avoid searches by the Coast Guard, the National Guard and the military."
"what?"
"They have always been a big problem for Nick." Natasha sighed deeply again and said, "Every time we move things to the safe house, we have to go through several levels of inspection. We have almost used up all the excuses we have come up with. He hopes that things can be simpler."
Stark covered his forehead, not knowing how to comment, but he still said: "I'm afraid he will be disappointed this time. The problem lies with the ship itself."
"How did you find out?" Natasha asked.
"I'm testing my new suit." Stark stretched out a hand, the back of his hand flashing silver light, and he said, "A new suit based on the symbiote factor to generate energy. It's light, fast, and very powerful."
"After I came here, I didn't have a laboratory to use, so I wanted to test the power module first. In order to prevent panic, I went to the sea to test it."
"Did you see the boat?"
"Yes, but there is more than just this boat."
"What do you see?"
"That depends on how much you can pay me for the information." Stark snapped his fingers and said, "Call Nick, it's time to negotiate the price."
Natasha pressed the headset, but soon frowned. She looked up at Stark and said, "The signal here is blocked."
When Stark and Natasha returned to their seats, the gambling game below officially began.
Schiller took a breath of the mist, the rules swirled in his mind, and then were broken down into some small concepts.
The essence of this game is to calculate probability. Most people would think that believers should try their best to give small cards to the gods, and the gods should bestow small cards on believers as much as possible. Whoever has more small cards in his hand will have a greater chance of turning over small cards when it comes to the card flipping stage, and the possibility of losing will also be greater.
So it seems that the gods are almost certain to win, because the gods can give believers a maximum of 4 cards in a game, while believers can only give 3 cards at most. After ten rounds, the believers have 10 more cards than the gods. There are only 54 playing cards in total, so with 10 more cards, the probability is much higher.
But probability is something very magical. Theory is theory, reality is reality. 64 versus 44, the one with more cards seems to have a higher probability of drawing small cards, but in reality it is very likely that the one with fewer small cards will draw all the remaining small cards, or the one with more cards will accurately draw a big card.
From this perspective, this is a complete game of luck. The key to winning does not lie in sacrifice or gifting of cards, but in the luck of drawing the last 10 cards, or simply drawing cards.
It doesn't matter if the card pool is polluted, you can still draw it if you are lucky. The streamlined card pool may also guarantee a minimum draw, and if you draw the big and small jokers, you can win directly, so it is very likely that someone will be lucky.
This is not something that is very difficult to discover, so most people at the table start mechanically delivering cards after investing 1~2 chips.
Since you can't win by strategy anyway, just gamble on luck. If you draw a believer, you're unlucky. In the end, you'll just try your luck. If you lose, it's just bad luck. There's nothing to say.
However, objections broke out at two tables at the same time.
The woman opposite Oliver raised her hand and asked, "Must the gods accept the believers' sacrifices? Must the believers accept the gods' gifts?"
Everyone stopped and looked at that table. The staff gently knocked on the bell and said, "You can refuse it."
There was an uproar.
Immediately, someone wanted to return the cards he had just taken, but was quickly stopped by the staff. Some people cursed, saying that they did not explain the rules clearly, and some people directly threw the cards and were quickly dragged away by the staff.
And Bruce also asked a key question.
"What is a big brand?"
As soon as this question was asked, the whole audience fell silent. Everyone instinctively thought, isn't it according to the rules of poker that the king is greater than everything, letters are greater than numbers, and larger numbers are greater than smaller ones?
Then they suddenly thought, if we follow the rules of poker, then are there also straights (consecutive numbers), chevaux (three identical numbers) and pairs (two identical numbers)?
The atmosphere on the field became silent, and everyone was thinking, if this rule was added, how should the game be played?
Because 54 playing cards are naturally arranged in pairs, straights and pairs are complete. If you want to send the cards over, you must break your own cards.
Although the rule about refusing to accept was just asked about, the rules about sacrifice and bestowal were stated at the beginning. The believers give 3 cards and the gods give 1 to 4 cards. There is basically no possibility of escape.
"From this perspective, don't gods have an advantage?" said the man wearing a megalodon mask in the VIP seat. "If gods can give away one card, it means they can remove fewer of their own cards. At the same time, they can wait for their believers to give away cards. Isn't the chance of making a flower card even greater?"
Stark turned around and looked at him like an idiot and said, "Aren't there more useless decimal flower cards?"
His words not only burned up that person's CPU, but also made many people in the VIP seats start thinking.
Stark was a little helpless. He said, "Come on, face cards are also divided into big and small. Isn't it common sense that a straight of JQK is bigger than 456? The believers have given away all their small cards, and the gods are holding a bunch of small straight cards and not giving them away. When they draw the cards, they will draw a hand of small face cards."
"And if the believers give away all the small flower cards and only keep the largest flower cards, the probability of drawing a straight will be high. Wouldn't that put pressure on the gods?"
"Then the gods can also give 4 cards. Wouldn't that contaminate the believers' cards in return?"
“But believers can refuse.”
"Then the gods can also refuse to accept it."
Listening to the arguments in the back row, Stark sighed again and said, "When offering and bestowing, the cards are facing away. If you refuse, you can only choose blindly. You don't know what cards the other party has given you. How can you choose?"
Bruce then asked, "Which flower card is the biggest?"
"Royal flush."
"Texas Hold'em rules?"
The staff member pressed the badge on his chest, and a series of flower cards appeared on the screen. From top to bottom, they were royal flush, straight flush, four of a kind, full house, flush, straight, leopard, two pair, one pair, and scattered cards.
It is also indicated that the highest flower card that appears in a set of 10 cards shall prevail, and repeated or lower flower cards shall not be included in the comparison.
All the flower card probabilities flashed through Bruce's mind and he understood the true play of this game.
(End of this chapter)