"Well……"
The three old men's breathing was stagnant.
Just listen to Mrs. Busushima continue to say coldly:
"I have stopped interfering with matters in the meeting since my husband passed away. Except for Mr. Watanuki, Mr. Tamura, and Mr. Xieyu, you two are older than me... I believe that each of you has troubles."
Every time she said a name, her eyes fell on that person, and finally she took a deep breath and said:
"Originally, I just wanted to invite you to come for a meal and a drink today, but if I have to mention my unfilial daughter...it's pointless to pretend to be smiling on the surface, but to stumble behind the scenes. Since there is a controversy, why don't we all... According to the rules when my husband was alive, don’t hide it and just play the game. If you win, I can hand over the assets under my name to the association for management. How about dying in Japan?"
game?
At the dinner table, the cadres of the Nidonghui, who were about 30 to 40 years old, had obviously not heard of similar news, and they all turned their attention to the three old people.
"Don't hesitate, I will bring my husband's relics just now... to get them."
Mrs. Busujima turned her head and gave instructions to a bodyguard.
After a while, a half-meter-square, somewhat old-looking wooden box was moved over.
"Come over there and verify our measurements."
Mrs. Busujima pointed to a round table next to her.
"Measurement" refers to the limit of tolerance and tolerance for others. To put it bluntly, what they will play later is a lottery game.
Each person needs to drink a cup of cooked oil in advance. After the preparation is completed, the wooden skewers in the box are taken out in order.
The game has been improved after the previous president of the Mud Participation Association.
The box is divided into two levels.
The upper layer is wooden sticks, and the lower layer is wood chips.
Various foods are engraved on the wooden sticks, including grains, birds and animals, wine, wine, water, milk, etc...
On the wood chips, there are 10 numbers from 0 to 9.
The person who draws the corresponding wooden sign needs to eat or drink the corresponding food, and the numbers 0 to 9 on the wood chip are the corresponding number of servings.
1 represents 1 bite, and the person who draws 0 can choose not to eat the food in this round, or take a bite himself, and other participants will eat twice the amount drawn in this round.
For example, if an unlucky person accidentally draws 9 sips of wine, and you happen to draw 0, you can choose not to eat, or you can just take a bite of the food you drew this round and let that person drink here. The round of the game is not completed until you have had 18 sips of wine.
Of course, you are not allowed to go to the toilet in the middle.
The game continues until the last winner emerges, and the first person to be eliminated must agree to the requests of subsequent players.
However, the final winner has a veto power and can directly give up the right to make multiple requests, declaring the game to be unconditionally over.
Big stomach king competition?
Hmm...it also depends on a little bit of luck.
After Ye Gengyi listened to the explanation of how to play this game from Belmode, he suddenly began to wonder if the former president might have played this game too much, overeated and finally died.
Watanuki showed an uneasy expression, but in the end he did not object or say no to participate.
For societies like these, face and prestige are very important.
He didn't even dare to accept the challenge from an old woman, for fear that there would be discord among his subordinates when he returned.
"If you don't have anything else to say, just take a seat." Mrs. Busujima finished.
The four of them also sat in four symmetrical positions on the long table in the order of Busujima, Watanuki, Tamura and Xieyu.
As for the others, they formed a circle and started watching.
Mrs. Busushima casually grabbed the porcelain spoon on the table and rotated it on the table with a slight force. Finally, the handle of the spoon pointed at the hook-nosed old man.
"Xieyu, you come first."
Mrs. Busujima made a gesture of invitation.
His aquiline nose was unambiguous, and he decisively took out the wooden picks and wooden signs. He glanced at it casually, picked up the wine glass on the side and took two sips.
Wooden sign wine, wooden sign 2.
Good luck...
Ye Gengyi was very bored when the first person drew something other than 9 mouthfuls of rice.
I looked around boredly, but unfortunately I still couldn't find the person who had sent out the sharp gaze before.
Xiaobai, have you found anything?
[No, sir, no one has been monitoring or observing you in the past 13 minutes and 58 seconds. 】
Go ahead and let me know if you find anything.
【OK. 】
Just when one person and one AI were having a casual conversation.
At the dinner table, the so-called 'measurement' game has also been played.
The worst person was the obese Watanuki, who got 6 bites of pastry.
Mrs. Busujima had the best luck. Although she didn't draw 0, she only took one bite of fish.
It's much slower than I thought...
Ye Gengyi began to think about ways to win this game.
If you want to gain an advantage, it seems you have to cheat.
After each round, the four people need to change their positions counterclockwise, because the first person drawn in the first round will become the last person in the second round.
So if everyone could cheat.
A game for four.
You can draw 0 in the first round, but no matter how lucky you are, you can only draw 3 in the second round, 2 in the third round, 1 in the fourth round, and while you are counterattacking in the fifth round, you will encounter the second round in the sixth round. situation.
Assume that the other three people can draw 0 in each round, and they all target one of them. Then no matter how lucky he is, the food he needs to eat in each round is 6, 4, 2, 0, or 6, 4, 2, 1 , and repeat this indefinitely.
Hmm... If he is really targeted, even a big eater who can cheat will be the first to be eliminated.
Put the wooden skewers and wooden signs back into the box.
The second round of the game begins soon.
Although 0 does not appear.
But maybe it was because of his bad luck that the fat old man named Watanuki was once again unlucky to draw the highest number 7 in the game.
"It's pastry again..."
Watanuki brought the plate in front of him, his face full of depression.
"At least it still tastes good."
In the first round, he drew three mouthfuls of steamed buns, and in the second round, he drew five mouthfuls of rice. The old man in a dark green gown sighed with emotion.
"Ha ha……"
"Hehehe..."
Hearing what he said, the onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Watanuki shook his head helplessly. After eating seven pastries of equal size, he looked at the red wine on the table. He wanted to drink but was worried about being the first to be eliminated. He had to endure the choking feeling in his throat and pray for his luck in the next round. It's good enough that you can take a sip of red wine or something...
At this moment, a muffled sound of 'plop' suddenly came from the dining table.
Mrs. Busujima, who had only taken three sips of red wine, suddenly fell to the ground sideways, as if she had difficulty breathing. She covered her throat with both hands and struggled and twitched for a few seconds, then there was no movement at all...
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