Good news: The replacent "Regretful Character Correction" specialist was an acquaintance, who had once sat at the sa table as the then-best newcor, Chu Zu, due to his excellent performance.
Bad news: He and his system both seed a little abnormal.
Before Chu Zu could answer, his best little yellow chicken reacted first.
“Host, please wait a mont. I'
ll check with my superior.”
It was very alert, “Normally, there shouldn'
t be a situation where hosts'
seas of consciousness are interconnected. If there'
s a need to contact, it should be through our systems. If they are violating the rules, we can'
t be implicated.”
The cowlick little yellow chicken said sternly: “Checking is fine, but turn off ‘Master Wang’ first!”
Its tone was very firm, “Otherwise, my host will imdiately kneel down and beg you!”
Chu Zu: “...”
System: “...”
“Ah, Brother Dai, are you talking about ?”
Guanfu was slightly bewildered.
The cowlick little yellow chicken nodded.
In the ga, ng Yu'
an'
s skin had already been pierced.
The tip of the knife had only entered a little, and a drop of blood erged, sliding down the blade.
Guanfu didn'
t care about anything anymore.
The pain was real, and it made him shiver.
Chu Zu tily pulled his colleague up.
He didn'
t know how to catch a cat.
Based on theoretical knowledge alone, he grabbed the evil silver-shaded by the back of its neck and lifted it up until its line of sight was level with his own.
“Don'
t be nervous.”
Chu Zu said politely.
Guanfu showed a grateful expression: “I knew you would…”
Chu Zu: “Even if I turn off ‘Master Wang,’ I will still stab you.”
Guanfu: “?”
Chu Zu sighed: “If you had run into big Zu, it would have been fine. But it had to be little Zu. When he gets neurotic, he even stabs his own brother.”
In the plot that Guanfu had received, ng Yu'
an and Zu Qian had no direct conflict.
They had only run into each other twice at most.
The first ti was at the factory, when ng Yu'
an had stopped Zu Qian.
The second ti was outside the restaurant on Financial Street.
With Zu Qisheng'
s interference, the two hadn'
t even exchanged a word.
The notice didn'
t specify the details.
It was his superior who had gone to Guanfu'
s system and asked if he would accept overti.
The system had only agreed for the sake of a promotion quota and had gotten all the information.
As soon as it got the information, the system imdiately regretted it.
It felt that it had been tricked and wanted to use its two cowlicks to hang its superior.
“This stinking dog shit just wanted to find a soft persimmon to take the bla for our departnt and vent its anger on the specialist next door.”
The cowlick little yellow chicken was usually very reserved, but when it was provoked, it would go wild.
“The bastard who was fired has blocked your path. You can only be a detective who is more of a detective than a detective.”
“Where is the main stage of The Third Economic Law? The Financial Street doesn'
t believe in the laws of the normal world at all. You will beco more and more side. If you can'
t connect with the main story, the specialist next door won'
t have to take any responsibility, and we will be fully responsible!”
The cowlick little yellow chicken imdiately wanted to go to its superior to withdraw the commission.
Whoever wanted to do this job could do it.
They wouldn'
t.
Guanfu, on the other hand, didn'
t think it was a big deal.
He hadn'
t planned on getting a promotion anyway and was still hesitating to resign at a suitable ti.
"Regretful Character Correction" was really a grind.
What a happy young man he had been when he first joined.
After a few trips, he didn'
t even like to laugh anymore.
After learning the situation from the system, Guanfu, for the first ti, pulled his little chicken, which was an expert at getting its feathers ruffled:
“I’m actually quite interested in trying it.”
The cowlick little yellow chicken said seriously: “Try a hamr.”
Guanfu also beca stubborn: “If you don’t let try, I’ll quit on the spot.”
From the bottom of his heart, he felt that the specialist who had been fired was both stupid and bad.
They had been reminded during the new recruit training to use the authority to influence the world’s tone with caution.
If it was really necessary to use it, then be ntally prepared to bear the consequences with all the characters.
This sentence wasn'
t hard to understand literally, right?
Either don’t ss around, or everyone will be miserable together.
The things that bring misfortune to others will also bring misfortune to oneself.
If you can’t even empathize with a turbulent fate, on what grounds can you interfere with others’ past?
Even the protagonist was not an exception.
It was true that the novel showed the protagonist’s perspective, but the world shouldn’t revolve around the protagonist.
Or rather, if the protagonist didn’t have the charisma to make the world make way for him, no matter how much the specialist polished him, it would just be putting a stinky and broken stone into an exquisite packaging box for sale.
Zu Qisheng and Zu Qian shouldn'
t have to endure such a past.
ng Yu'
an also shouldn'
t be such a person.
When the host had really made up his mind, the system couldn'
t stop him.
The cowlick little chicken could only curse and accompany him to be deployed to The Third Economic Law.
The cowlick little chicken reminded him: “It is said that the specialist next door is very difficult to deal with.”
“Because he bloodied and abused number 27541?”
Guanfu said, “Isn’t that pretty good? That’s called chivalry. I support it with all four of my feet.”
“It has nothing to do with this mission.”
The cowlick little yellow chicken said, “Do you know how many specialists decided to join because they had read the novel he revised?”
“A lot.”
It said, “We have discussed it on our system forum. His little chicken is very arrogant. He beats up his superior and tramples on the author. He usually looks dazed, but a real chicken doesn'
t show its true colors.”
Guanfu was puzzled: “That shouldn'
t be. I'
ve interviewed for the ‘Side Character Correction’ specialist before. Their superior is quite fierce, fiercer than our boss.”
“Because the specialist next door directly turned a regular custor of the mall into a sales champion. They don'
t take on many commissions. We calculated his average order value. One of his orders is equal to ten of ours. He'
s as comfortable in the mall as if he were at ho.”
Guanfu: “...”
He recalled the experience of having to save up for several commissions to buy a "Master Wang" in the mall, and he began to feel pain:
“Don’t say it. I’m jealous of the rich.”
“What’s there to be jealous of?”
The cowlick little yellow chicken pecked at the host’s cat head.
“The superiors of several departnts want to poach him. You should be careful. It’s fine if you can’t clean up the ss, but don’t get caught.”
Guanfu: “If I get caught, will I be given a hard ti?”
The cowlick little yellow chicken sneered: “It’s who will be given a hard ti. Even if I’m hung on the mall, it will be in a corner. I won’t be hung on the mall. I’ll kill you before I’m hung on the mall.”
Guanfu: “...”
Guanfu: “Okay, Brother Dai. I understand, Brother Dai. I will definitely not let you be hung on the mall, Brother Dai.”
It turned out that the host who was said to be very difficult to deal with was an "acquaintance."
In Guanfu'
s impression, he was an "acquaintance" who was a little bit malicious but had a pretty good personality?
Now his impression had been updated with one more item: he was also very strict.
If he said a character would stab soone, then he would definitely stab them.
Even if he showed a look of apology, he would still stab them.
This was the legendary "the predecessors cut down the trees, and the successors are exposed to the sun."
“I can’t die.”
Guanfu tried to persuade Chu Zu, “The Financial Street doesn’t have resurrection. If the protagonist dies, he’s really dead.”
Chu Zu still had the sa look, his brow calm, his complexion not very good.
He looked at the evil silver-shaded in his hand with a gentle gaze, with a well-placed apology.
“It’s okay. I can make another ng Yu'
an. It’s no trouble.”
Chu Zu’s system had finished communicating with its superior and complained:
“If you’ve gone through the process, at least let us know. Can you do things properly?”
It looked up at Chu Zu: “Host, there’s no problem with the procedure. The sea of consciousness will only be linked in The Third Economic Law for a short ti and will be disconnected after the mission is over. They won’t be able to harass you!”
Chu Zu nodded and said to Guanfu: “Or do you have any reasonable explanation for making little Zu stop? We can discuss it.”
Guanfu turned his head to look at the cowlick little yellow chicken.
The cowlick little yellow chicken was staring fixedly at Chu Zu’s system.
Chu Zu’s system was only concerned about its host’s reaction.
One person, one cat, and two chickens ford a perfect closed loop.
In the end, it was Yu Yan who broke the deadlock.
“I can’t stop little Zu.”
His voice was both trembling and weak, and also very anxious.
He swallowed a lot of his syllables, making his sentences disjointed.
“Boss, what should I do.?”
Yu Yan was on the phone with Zu Qisheng?
Chu Zu imdiately asked the system: “Can you make real-ti contact with the outside world in the ga?”
The system reacted very quickly and completed the query and calculation in one go.
It gave an unexpected answer: “No.”
“But big Zu is in the ga.”
Chu Zu was stunned for a mont, and after a mont of thought, he reacted.
Big Zu basically only participated in the ga once a week, as required.
As long as he didn’t run into a life-and-death ga, or a situation where the other side would go bankrupt if they lost once, big Zu’s opponents would all give him a face.
This was not conducive to figuring out the rules, so Chu Zu had only been repeatedly playing the ga in the identity of little Zu.
He had basically not paid any attention to Big Zu’s ga cycle.
Before switching to little Zu, Chu Zu was in the investnt center in the role of big Zu.
Counting the ti, big Zu, who was taken over by "Catch If You Can," had probably already left the investnt center and had just reached the ti for his once-a-week ga.
Yu Yan was really stupid, and also really obedient.
Big Zu had told him before that if he ran into trouble, he should call.
He really called.
Chu Zu said decisively: “Input according to what I said to ‘Catch If You Can’.”
System: “You say it!”
In the ga, Yu Yan tremblingly pressed the speakerphone.
Zu Qisheng’s voice was like a sound from heaven in his ears.
“Co ho early. We’ll have dinner together later.”
It was a bit noisy on the other end of the line.
It should be the clamor of the watching players.
The cold and clean voice was particularly prominent in it, “Don’t make things difficult for little Yu. He’s been a great help to .”
Zu Qisheng hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
The speaker was only left with a busy tone.
After two beeps, all sounds disappeared.
The forest at night was unusually quiet.
Zu Qian listened carefully, and the force in his hand loosened.
He smiled.
He kicked away ng Yu'
an, who was pressing on him, and sat up, twisting his neck.
His scarlet gaze t Yu Yan’s, his expression as strange as if he were a stranger.
“You’ve been a great help to him?”
Zu Qian’s eyes were filled with a cold and deep aning, “In the ga?”
Yu Yan froze on the spot.
His mind went “buzz.”
He was shocked to realize that he seed to have chosen a path that was much worse than before.
He could even sll a strong sll of blood in Zu Qian’s eyes.
Zu Qian had frequently entered the ga because of his brother’s arrangent.
Zu Qisheng had wanted to use his younger brother to figure out so kind of rule, and his younger brother had also seen this as his only use.
But now Zu Qisheng had cut off his value and had given a part of it to Yu Yan.
Boss.
Yu Yan was going crazy in his heart.
Boss, don’t do this to .
“Stun .”
Chu Zu said flatly to Guanfu, “Now, imdiately!”
Guanfu was dumbfounded.
Chu Zu and his system were too efficient.
The flow of ti in the sea of consciousness was originally slow, but Chu Zu had only deliberated for about two seconds at the beginning of Yu Yan’s phone call and had imdiately given the order.
Understanding the basic situation, making a judgnt, and then giving the next specific instructions.
In the ga, everything happened in an instant.
The pace was very fast, without any buffer.
And it was like he was skipping steps.
Guanfu still hadn’t understood anything.
In a flash, Chu Zu had already adapted to the whole plot.
Although Guanfu was greatly shocked, his movents were not slow.
He quickly turned on the body autopilot, "Master Wang" took effect, and ng Yu'
an held his breath and ambushed him from behind.
Zu Qian took a hand-blade to the back of his neck and slowly fell down.
Chu Zu: “You get stunned too. After you’re stunned, we’ll talk about serious matters.”
ng Yu'
an, who had been struggling to hold on until now, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He staggered a few steps, his vision becoming more and more blurry.
He could only vaguely see Yu Yan rushing over.
ng Yu'
an closed his eyes and fainted again.
***
The crisis was resolved.
Guanfu heaved a sigh of relief.
The whole cat was paralyzed into a liquid, hanging on Chu Zu’s hand and swaying.
Chu Zu’s sea of consciousness was made very comfortable, with a sofa, a table, and a high-chair.
There was even an open small kitchen on the side, with a semi-transparent cabinet full of snacks and drinks.
There was even a coffee machine on the bar.
It would take at least a few hundred thousand credit points to get this set, and it was very unnecessary for a host.
Most of the ti, they were active as characters, and would only stay for a while in the gap between the end of a mission.
If they wanted to rest, they could just be deployed to a new novel.
The characters didn’t always have a plot to follow.
Eating and drinking were also a pure waste.
It was purely for the taste, and the price was not cheap.
For a mont, Guanfu was dazzled by the world of flowers and wine.
The cowlick little yellow chicken said that one of his orders was equal to ten of his.
It was so true that it broke his heart.
Chu Zu placed the evil silver-shaded on the sofa and asked the system if there were any other little chickens using chairs.
Little Yellow Chicken: “Wait a minute, I’ll go and buy another one.”
Guanfu kicked his two front paws into his chest and lay prone, his eyes averted guiltily, ignoring the gaze cast by the cowlick little yellow chicken.
You didn’t have to look closely to read the accusation in the cowlick little yellow chicken’s beady eyes, look at soone else’s host, and then look at you!
There was no comparison, really no comparison.
Just as they were both "Master Wang," but Guanfu’s "Master Wang" just couldn’t beat Zu Qian’s "Master Wang."
There was also a disparity between "Master Wangs."
The sa went for the hosts.
Otherwise, how could others be the best newcor?
Chu Zu couldn’t understand his colleague’s sourness.
Because the little yellow chicken often had the wild idea of "just sell ," he was very tight with his credit points and wouldn'
t let go of a single cent he could get.
The little yellow chicken now readily agreed, saying that it wouldn'
t sell anymore, never again.
But when it was really short of money and at its wit'
s end, it would definitely still be thinking about this bad idea.
Earning credit points was just for this need.
There was nothing more.
How to spend it was all up to the little yellow chicken.
Chu Zu didn'
t care.
If it liked it and felt it was necessary, then it would buy it.
“You want to be a good person and get through this with ?”
Chu Zu also sat on the sofa, with the evil silver-shaded at the other end, and said.
Guanfu nodded: “Yes, yes.”
Chu Zu’s voice was gentle: “I have no difficulties.”
The little yellow chicken had bought a new chair and was dragging it to the side of the sofa.
It flapped its wings and sat down in its own seat.
Just as it heard the host’s words, it also nodded: “Yes, we have no difficulties.”
Chu Zu slowly analyzed Guanfu: “You say the protagonist can’t die, but how can you be sure you are the protagonist?”
Guanfu blinked.
He couldn'
t understand what Chu Zu ant and was a little bewildered: “I, I’m not… ng Yu'
an?”
“If the readers don’t think that the ng Yu'
an of the prequel and the ng Yu'
an of the main story are the sa person, then you are not.”
Chu Zu smiled, “Anyone can be called ng Yu'
an. Do you think If I let Zu Qisheng leave Financial Street and live in the na of ng Yu'
an, would that work?”
The cowlick little yellow chicken sensed that sothing was not right.
Even though it had greeted the host in advance and said that it was best not to provoke the host of "Side Character Correction," they should be at the sa level at the mont.
But Chu Zu had wrapped Guanfu around his finger in a few words.
Guanfu began to think along the lines of the other’s words.
Actually, from the very beginning, he should have bluntly refuted: the ss I’m taking over is the protagonist.
All discussions should be based on this premise.
The cowlick little yellow chicken didn’t interrupt.
First, because Chu Zu’s little chicken had been on guard against it, with a kind of “if you dare to get in the way, I’ll kick you off the chair” attitude.
From the very beginning, when it had contacted its superior to verify, it could be seen that this little chicken was very protective of its host and its reaction was not slow.
Secondly, Chu Zu was indeed seriously discussing how to salvage the dog-shit plot and the dog-shit character design.
So that’s why it didn’t want to take it on.
Dealing with this kind of host, unless you were his system, would be a torture for any system.
Maybe in the blink of an eye, your own host would be so dazed that he would sell himself, and after he was sold, he would even help the other side count the money.
Guanfu pondered for a long ti and tried to sort out his own logic.
“Zu Qisheng has the ability to leave here. After he leaves, as long as he is willing, the Ninth Division of Special Cases will make a concession for such a talent who is proficient in the Financial Street. It would be a simple matter to help him change his file.”
And it was also easy to understand why Zu Qisheng would want to co back.
Zu Qian was still here.
Even if Zu Qisheng had sold his feelings for his younger brother, the relationship between people was not just based on feelings.
After leaving the Financial Street, Zu Qisheng would truly step into a normal society.
He would have dignity in reality, a place to live.
The Ninth Division of Special Cases would tell him what responsibility was, and what kindness and love for strangers were.
Zu Qisheng had been saved once by the country’s cross-border law enforcent.
As long as he was given the right soil, he could grow crookedly towards the sun when he was only 23 years old.
His life had just begun.
The only thing that was difficult was the original plot.
Zu Qisheng had to lose to ng Yu'
an and then break down.
But the current ng Yu'
an was a righteous detective.
Even if he had been transferred to the Ninth Division of Special Cases, he would still follow the oath he had taken under the national flag.
Saving Zu Qisheng was not the point.
The point was that he had used himself to exchange for a person who was very familiar with the Financial Street for the Ninth Division of Special Cases.
If Zu Qisheng was interested, he would definitely agree.
Even if he went bankrupt on the spot and died here, he would not have any hesitation.
As long as you have been here and have felt the madness and chaos here, everyone who is still normal will reach a consensus:
The problem of the Financial Street must be solved.
Guanfu said dumbly: “It’s completely workable.”
Not only was it workable, but it seed to be the best choice at the mont.
“Then I will fully assist?”
Guanfu was not sure.
It seed that he didn'
t have to do anything on this trip.
This "One Punch Explodes the Earth" teacher had already arranged everything.
“I’m not cooperating with you, and I don’t need your assistance.”
Chu Zu said slowly, “I don’t like to be used as a stepping stone, and of course, I don’t like to use others as stepping stones.”
“So far, you are ng Yu'
an. The first half of your life has been ridiculously consud. Are you going to hand over the second half of your life to an unrelated person to be arbitrarily tampered with?”
Guanfu thought for a mont and retorted: “I just think this is not right, so I took on this job without pay to work overti! ng Yu'
an, he…”
His words suddenly stopped.
The direction of the story was an established fact.
The specialist’s revision was to bring a character who was as stiff as a walking corpse back to life.
To co back to life, to have breath, to have a heartbeat, to have their own joy and helplessness.
It was as if because of so mistake by the author, they had no life in the first place.
The specialist had to fill himself into the empty na.
Guanfu stared at Chu Zu.
Had he always thought so?
To be honest, the thoughts of most specialists were very simple.
It was just role-playing.
Even if they would think about the character’s life, they would not really see themselves as the character.
That would be too terrifying.
No one could bear so many lives, and they were lives whose plot developnt was destined to be turbulent.
The settings of novels were varied, and they would drive themselves crazy.
“Don’t think too complicated.”
Chu Zu saw that his cat face was no longer evil and said with a chuckle, “I just want you to relax. I won’t do that. You don’t have to think about the ending. If you want to be a good person, then be a good person. I’ll back you up.”
Guanfu couldn’t bear it: “Then doesn’t that an I’m throwing all the pressure on you…”
Chu Zu said with a smile: “So I’m getting three salaries.”
Guanfu: “…………”
When he was leaving, Chu Zu’s little yellow chicken was still pretending to be polite to the cowlick little yellow chicken.
“If there’s anything I can help with, please let know.”
“Co and visit often. I’ve already bought a chair, so it won’t be wasted.”
“The most important thing is for the four of us to live a good life.”
“By the way, rember to adjust the world’s tone back to normal. A conscientious specialist does a conscientious job!”
The cowlick little yellow chicken flapped to the evil silver-shaded head and whispered secretly:
“Now you know how difficult he is to deal with, right? His system is the sa!”
Guanfu: “Apart from making a little jealous of the rich. I think Brother Earth is pretty good. No wonder so many people co to be specialists because of him.”
He sighed, “I should also do so career planning. My awareness is still not enough. I have to learn from Brother Earth…”
“Did you hear that, Brother Dai? He’s so cool! Our Brother Earth is so cool!”
“When he said ‘I’ll back you up,’ I almost owed. Is this how his little yellow chicken usually lives…”
As he spoke, he was actually getting jealous of the system on the other side?
The cowlick little yellow chicken was silent for a long while, and then it began to peck at the host’s cat head.
What did it say?
This was what it ant to be sold and still count the money.
The little yellow chicken watched as the host stared at the cowlick little chicken on the other side until its figure completely disappeared in the sea of consciousness.
It said awkwardly: “Host what are you thinking?”
It couldn’t be that he was seeing another chicken and his heart was moved, right?
“I was thinking is there a possibility that the environnt created by the ga room is shared.”
System: “...”
The system coughed to cover it up: “That, that makes sense!”
Without his colleague, Chu Zu had returned to his lazy state and was curled up on the sofa.
“As long as we enter the ga at the sa ti, we can maintain contact. This way, big Zu can basically grasp the wins and losses of most gas.”
System: “Oh, right…”
Chu Zu raised his head and looked at the sky of the sea of consciousness.
The sky of the sea of consciousness was just like the ga room.
It was very real, completely modeled after the simulated environnt, as if it had no end.
He looked for a long ti.
The system reminded him that little Zu’s ga was already over, and the winner was the red team.
The winning players were Yu Yan and Zu Qian.
“Yu Yan guessed your aning. He didn’t dare to chop off his hand, he just put on the bracelet. You are the hostage, and he is the warrior. The rules recognized the re-teaming.”
Chu Zu was not interested in the result of the ga.
The harvest of the ga had been sent to him by that phone call.
But the last sentence of the system still made him chuckle.
“I am the hostage, and little Yu is the warrior is he?”
Little Yellow Chicken: “Mhm?”
Chu Zu brought up another key issue: “I rember The Third Economic Law doesn’t seem to specify how big Zu and little Zu revised the economic law?”
The system was angry when it ntioned this.
After getting rid of the irresponsible specialist, the progress was now completely stuck.
The fifty thousand words of The Third Economic Law explained the operation of the entire Financial Street, and the simple plot developnt of big Zu and little Zu, but it just didn’t say how to revise the economic law.
“I had asked before I took the job. The author said he didn’t dare to write it. If he wrote it clearly, the main story would be difficult to handle. He was still reachable at that ti and said that he would definitely co up with a solution when the progress was about the sa.”
But he still hadn'
t co up with it.
The system also understood the author'
s concerns.
The readers would question, since the prequel could revise the economic law, why not revise it in the main story?
Couldn'
t it be changed to a fourth economic law that was favorable to the protagonist?
If two players in the prequel could do it, there was no reason why the protagonist couldn'
t.
Before, Chu Zu had been held back by the irresponsible specialist.
The little yellow chicken had been so anxious that it had asked the author several tis.
The author, who was updating fifty thousand words a day, didn'
t have ti to reply.
He still hasn'
t replied.
He'
s probably still dealing with the ss of the dog-shit specialist.
This might be called when it rains, it pours.
There wasn'
t a single thing that was easy.
“Rember to send an email to the author. We have to charge extra for helping him to supplent the setting.”
Chu Zu got up, “Let’s continue to work. We’ll still do charity. I will provide interest-free loans to all players on the verge of bankruptcy.”
“I promise I won’t apply for arbitration, and the conditions will be much more lenient than the exchange.”
The little yellow chicken ca back to its senses: “What conditions will you set?”
“They must follow my instructions in the ga, even if they lose, or it’s a draw. But they won’t die because of bankruptcy.”
The system agreed and entered the instructions into "Catch If You Can," then asked:
“What… what’s the benefit of doing this?”
“A lot.”
Chu Zu said, “What do you think is the most solid relationship on Financial Street?”
The system thought for a mont: “A debt relationship.”
A creditor could go to arbitration against a player who had borrowed money at any ti.
To go back further, every player who ca to the Financial Street would be given 10,000.
In essence, it was as if the Financial Street had "lent" the player 10,000.
The way the players repaid the debt was by participating in the ga.
In the ga, apart from a draw, as long as there was a winner and a loser, the Financial Street could recover half of the loser'
s money.
And if there was a draw, the house would win, and the Financial Street could recover all the chips on the gambling table.
It was a sure win.
Chu Zu had been monitoring a large amount of data in the investnt center and had been comparing it with the numbers on the iconic gold coin above the Financial Street.
Although it was impossible to input all the data, since there was enough data, the trend could still be seen.
The larger the scale of the ga, the more people participated, and the more players were willing to invest.
And this type of ga often had a more obvious possibility of a draw—for example, the hostage snatching battle that little Zu had encountered this ti.
In a ga with hidden identities and a high degree of strategy like "Hostage Score Battle," the probability of a draw would be higher than in an ordinary competitive ga.
Eight people, four teams.
If you didn'
t consider strategic factors and just established a mathematical model.
Assu that each "warrior" has a certain probability of a successful kill within 12 hours.
Each player has a 50% chance of being a "warrior" and a 50% chance of being a "hostage."
Ignoring the cross-effects, the offense and defense of each group are independent, and the offense of other groups will not affect the score of the current group.
Using the probability mass function of the binomial distribution, the more tis a player attacks, the larger the standard deviation of the score, the closer the distribution of the score is to a normal distribution, and the smaller the difference in the score.
The probability of a draw increases.
So the ga would provide cold weapons and chemical agents.
Either all eight players would not move and shake hands, or once they started to move, the more tis they moved, the greater the probability of a draw.
The Financial Street wanted to see a draw, because it was the house.
In a draw, the players could not get back a single cent, and the house would win.
Chu Zu observed that every ti the investnt center encountered a big investnt and the house won, the numbers on the huge gold coin would also increase by a huge amount.
Chu Zu had reason to suspect that the numbers on the gold coin were the fixed assets of the Financial Street.
If you thought about it this way, many of the rules had a new explanation.
For example, the Financial Street would let people with too many assets leave.
It looked like a reward, but it was actually a way to control risk.
If there were three people with huge assets who were betting against each other on an outco with high odds but low probability, and the odds could not be controlled, the Financial Street would face a very high risk of bankruptcy.
It was very simple for Zu Qisheng to earn whosever money.
Then what about earning the money of the Financial Street?
Now he had figured out how to manipulate the ga, and he had a close cooperative relationship with the three major enterprises, which was equivalent to being able to control the direction of the entire investnt market.
It would be very simple to make a big move.
To put it more simply, Zu Qisheng could make the assets of the Financial Street, represented by the giant gold coin, flow back into the players'
pockets.
He could "murder" the house.
Chu Zu’s thoughts were racing.
He didn’t tell the system the process.
The little yellow chicken still thought that its host couldn’t even calculate a composite function.
Chu Zu directly stated the conclusion:
“Controlling the ga is controlling the investnt. Tell , what would happen if Financial Street went bankrupt?”
He had a very casual attitude, very light.
“If I can force the Financial Street to go bankrupt and beco its largest creditor, and we have the most solid relationship in the Financial Street will it let revise the economic law?”
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