A Fateful Antidote

Lorry looked unperturbed as usual, “Use the Picard theorem in calculus to set up the model, establishing each solution in the model conditions. If Dots and Bamboos and Characters are included, the curve will be close, the probability of winning will be similar. ”

Pointing to the tiles she had discarded, she said, “In this game, the curve of the Two Dots doesn’t belong to any group. So none of you will claim it. The probability of this tile appearing was originally 50%. But Terry discarded a Two Dots tile, so the probability of this tile appearing increased to 90%. There are 8 tiles left untouched. Carl and Terry are far from finished. They are waiting for Characters Three and Six. There’s no Character six left. There should be a Character Three among the 8 tiles. As long as the Two Dots appears before the Character Three, I’ll win this game.

“None of our three will discard the character three. So you can only draw it yourself. But one of your three will discard the Two Dots. The last probability is that I will draw it by myself. So my chance of winning is three times greater than yours.”

Martin stared at Lorry and was stunned. He discarded the Two Dots tile in his hand and then laughed, “Little girl, what are you talking about? It’s so complicated.”

“… ”

Terry asked Martin eagerly, “Are you really waiting for Letters Three and Six?”

Then he reached out and pushed down the tiles in front of Martin. The moment the tiles fell, they froze.

Barack, who stood aside and watched, was also shocked. He turned over the remaining 8 tiles. Just as Lorry had said, there was a Character Three inside.

All of them looked up at the little girl with different expressions on their faces. But the little girl started pushing the tiles into the mahjong machine to prepare for the next round as if nothing had happened.

These men were all veterans. Although they didn’t understand the theory Lorry was talking about, they knew that there were only two possibilities for such a circumstance.

First, the girl brought by the crown prince of the Spencer family was an impostor. Of course, that was impossible. They were just playing for fun. Wilfred had a lot of money and didn’t need a cheater with him. Besides, the girl played awkwardly in the first round.

There was another way, which in mahjong terminology was called memorizing, reading and counting tiles. It was to find out the number of tiles each opponent had and was waiting for, according to the number of tiles discarded and the order in which each opponent discarded them.

There were indeed a lot of tile-counting mahjong experts. But they usually needed years of experience. And they all had good memories. Some experts still could not figure out every tile they needed even if they spent a lifetime practicing.

But the girl had known how to count the tiles accurately in less than two hours. Thinking about it, Martin pushed his tiles away and said to Wilfred, “How are we going to play?”

Wilfred put one hand leisurely on the handle of the sofa, “According to your own ability.”

Perhaps those men had not regained consciousness. But Wilfred understood that the little girl was using modeling. Each tile’s trigger mechanism would change the model’s data. She used the rule formula to deduce the model to solve the problem. And the model of that change existed only in her mind. It was hard to understand how she calculated. She was really that person’s daughter.

The Mahjong game soon came to an end. Martin’s discarded tile let Terry win.  Lorry won with a self-draw. The seven pairs in her hand ended the game.

Martin and Carl lost all their chips and Terry had only a few left. Lorry was the big winner.

Everyone pushed their chips to her. Lorry finally showed a look of relief. She lifted the brim of her cap a little and reached out to hold all the chips. The room went silent for a second.

Even Martin, who was about to turn and flirt with the pretty woman, stopped. It was the first time Lorry looked up tonight. In the warm yellow light, her face was clearly visible under the brim of her hat. All eyes were on her face.

Lorry had perfectly inherited the beauty of her mother, Ms. Lee. Her face was delicate and fair. Her bright eyes were like amber in the sea, pure and charming. But she didn’t care much about her appearance and always dressed in neutral and efficient clothes. Such clothes eventually covered up her outstanding appearance.

Lorry’s beauty was then discovered by the men, leaving them slightly stunned. Martin withdrew his attempt to hug the beautiful woman. He turned to look at Wilfred and said, “Didn’t you just come back from abroad, where did you find such a pretty girl? If you don’t need a woman, just leave her to me.”

Lorry turned and looked at Martin with a poker face. But Wilfred sneered, “Sure.”

“Really? If you agree, I’ll take her back.” Martin said with a half smile. ”

“If only you could take her back.” Wilfred said indifferently.