Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

"Mr. Liu, you have not used the raw face permission three times, namely, the off-site call for help, the on-site help, and the 50-50 elimination of two wrong options. Do you use the life permission?"

Seeing the distressed face of the middle-aged man with glasses, Yu Hua reminded kindly.

The middle-aged man with glasses took a deep breath and said with determination, "I choose to call my friends outside the venue for help!"

"Okay! You have thirty seconds!"

Yu Hua gestured to the phone on the desktop.

The middle-aged glasses man immediately dialed a number, and the audience off the court held their breaths, as if they were more nervous than the middle-aged glasses.

After a few beeps, the phone was connected, and the middle-aged man with glasses showed joy, and immediately said into the microphone: "Old Yang, I ask you a question, who are the three "San Yang" assistants in the Ming Dynasty? Tell me immediately! One hundred thousand fire!"

"It's Yang Pu, Yang Shiqi and Yang Rong!"

The person on the other end of the phone obviously had some research on the history of the Ming Dynasty. Although it was a little inexplicable, he answered without hesitation.

"thanks!"

The middle-aged man with glasses had a happy expression on his face. After saying thank you, he immediately hung up the phone, leaving Old Yang on the other end of the phone confused.

"I choose C!"

After the middle-aged man with glasses finished speaking, he looked at Yu Hua anxiously, and everyone off the field looked at Yu Hua with a blank face.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air...

One second, two seconds, three seconds!

Just when the middle-aged eyeglasses heart was pounding, Yu Hua suddenly waved his fist and said excitedly, "Congratulations, you got it right!"

"yeah!"

The middle-aged man with glasses was stunned for a moment, then excitedly slapped himself on the chest, obviously very excited.

"Clap clap clap..."

There was also a burst of warm applause from the field, cheering for the middle-aged glasses.

"Three Yangs refer to Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, Yang Pu,

For the Ming Dynasty "Tai Pavilion style" poetry representative. All three of them served in the four dynasties of Yongle, Hongxi, Xuande and Orthodox, and successively became important ministers in the Taiwan Pavilion. During the Orthodox period, they were given the rank of assistant and they were called 'Sanyang'..."

After the knowledge explanation, Yu Hua looked at the middle-aged glasses with a solemn expression, and said loudly: "Mr. Liu, you have answered ten questions correctly and entered the second option line. You give up now, and you can immediately leave us with 50,000 Hong Kong dollars. stage."

"Next, if you answer question 11 and abstain, you can still get 50,000 Hong Kong dollars, but if you answer incorrectly, you will only get 1,000 Hong Kong dollars for the first safety line!"

"Of course, if you answer the next five questions correctly, then you will take away the one million cash prize on it!"

At the end, Yu Hua turned his head and pointed to the pile of banknotes on the table in the center, which was exactly one million cash.

It could have been omitted or replaced with cardboard, but after the planning department discussed it, they still believed that it would have more visual impact to release one million in cash.

After all, they believe that in the whole of Xiangjiang, there are not many people who have seen one million cash, especially the people at the bottom, and there are very few, unless they are mixed societies.

Seeing the pile of one million cash, the middle-aged person in glasses became short of breath.

As soon as he came to the stage, he saw the pile of money, but he forced himself not to look at it, worried that his mood disorder would affect his thinking.

But at this time being guided by Yu Hua, he still couldn't restrain his inner desire.

Millions of cash is in front of him, which is several times his current property. If he answers the next five questions correctly, he will give it away!

"Mr. Liu, do you want to continue answering the question?"

Yu Hua's eyes were sharp and he asked solemnly.

The audience off the field all held their breaths, as if they were more nervous than middle-aged people with glasses, and some people continued to meditate in their hearts.

The middle-aged man with glasses withdrew his eyes from the one million cash with difficulty, nodded heavily and said, "I choose to continue to challenge!"

"Okay, next, the difficulty will increase a lot, Mr. Liu, please pay attention to the questions!"

"Question 11..."

...

"Question 13, is the world famous "Ode to Joy" a chapter in which of Beethoven's symphonies?"

"A: Part five. B: Part four. C: Part eight. D: Part nine."

"The thirty-second countdown begins!"

After Yu Hua finished speaking, he stared at the middle-aged man with glasses.

The middle-aged man with glasses looked a little anxious and frowned, obviously he didn't know this question either.

To expect a man who is running around for a living to have the leisure to cultivate his sentiments? I don't mind that!

"I choose to ask for help off-site!"

Seeing that half of the time had passed, the middle-aged eyeglasses finally gave up the idea of ​​answering the question, and said immediately.

"Okay, stop time!"

"Respect your choice!"

Hearing that the middle-aged glasses had activated the second life authority, Yu Hua said, holding down the stopwatch, and looked outside the field.

"Friends at the scene, please raise your hands enthusiastically, and Mr. Liu will choose who will tell him the answer!"

As soon as Yu Hua finished speaking, many people on the court raised their hands, but some people obviously lacked confidence and obviously didn't know the exact answer, so they wanted to raise their hands.

The middle-aged man with glasses also had this concern, and he was entangled in searching off the court. Finally, he saw a young man looking at him firmly and holding his hands straight. The middle-aged man with glasses had inexplicably confidence in him.

"I choose him!"

The middle-aged man with glasses took a deep breath, pointed at the young man, and said to Yu Hua.

"it is good!"

"Sir, please tell Mr. Liu, what is your answer?"

"Choose D, Part 9, "Ode to Joy" is the main part of the fourth movement of the Ninth Symphony!"

The young man said loudly and forcefully, looking very confident.

"Thank you for your answer, please sit down!"

"Mr. Liu, I wonder if you choose to believe this gentleman?"

Looking at Yu Hua looking at himself, the middle-aged man with glasses nodded and said, "I believe, I choose D."

Yu Hua fell into silence, his eyes switched back and forth between the answer sheet and the middle-aged glasses. Just when everyone was about to bear it, Yu Hua seemed to finally confirm the answer, smiled and said loudly: "Congratulations, you got it right! The bonus has accumulated to two One hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars!"

"yeah!"

The middle-aged man with glasses couldn't help clenching his fists to cheer for himself, and at the same time cast a grateful look at the young people under the stage.

"I want to interview the gentleman who provided the answer just now. You answered so firmly just now. Why do you know the answer to this question?"

Yu Hua seized the opportunity and wanted to ask the young man in the audience a question.

The young man took the microphone given to him by the staff next to him, showed an elegant smile, and said, "Because I have practiced the piano since I was a child, "Ode to Joy" happened to be my enlightenment piano song."

"Oh?"

Suddenly there was a sudden sound around.

"Mr. Liu, it seems that you are very lucky to have chosen a professional among so many people."

Yu Hua said to the middle-aged glasses with a smile on his face.

"Hey, I really appreciate him, thank you!"

The middle-aged man with glasses also felt fortunate in his heart, happy for his luck, and then bowed slightly to the young man to express his gratitude.

"Okay, please take a seat, thank you for your answer."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a bit, and realizing that it was time to start the next round of **, Yu Hua decisively ended the chat and continued to answer the questions.

"Question 14..."

...

This question was answered correctly by the middle-aged glasses, and the bonus accumulated to 250,000 Hong Kong dollars. Before entering the fifteenth question, Yu Hua looked at the middle-aged glasses again and confirmed: "Mr. Liu, you choose to give up now, you can Take two hundred and fifty thousand Hong Kong dollars immediately, but one million Hong Kong dollars will not be with you."

"If you answer this question incorrectly, the prize money will go back to HK$1,000 for the first choice line."

"But if you get this last question right, you'll be a legend and take that million cash! Live your dreams!"

"Do you choose HK$250,000, which has been confirmed, or HK$1 million, which is uncertain, or HK$1,000?"

250,000 Hong Kong dollars is already a lot for middle-aged glasses, but when he thinks of the 1 million Hong Kong dollars within his reach, he can't bear it.

He still has the advantage, three life rights, and he also has the last "50-50", which is the right to exclude two correct answers.

The last question is undoubtedly extremely difficult. Even if he can't answer it, he can choose one of the two, and there is a 50% chance of being correct.

The devil in the middle-aged man with glasses kept expanding, tempting him to continue to challenge.

"Go on! Go on! Go on..."

As time went by, the atmosphere on the field became more and more tense, and there was a slight instigation off the field, and when no one stopped, the shouting became louder and louder.

Give it a go, the bicycle becomes a motorcycle!

Bet!

Looking at the audience below, the middle-aged brain in glasses was congested, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and said loudly: "I choose to continue!"

"Okay, please concentrate, and now start the fifteenth question!"

Yu Hua shouted, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, he opened the last envelope, took out the answer card, and when he saw the question, he couldn't help frowning, as if the difficulty of the question was beyond his expectations.

Yu Hua's performance made the middle-aged man with glasses abruptly, he couldn't help swallowing, his fists were clenched, and his palms were full of sweat.

"Please listen to the fifteenth question!"

"How long can a tardigrade survive?"

"A: -150 degrees; B: -165 degrees; C: -180 degrees. D: -200 degrees."

"The thirty-second countdown begins!"

After Yu Hua finished reading the question, he immediately pressed the stopwatch.

This time, the glasses middle-aged spoke again without any hesitation.

"I use the third last life permission!"

This speed made Yu Hua a little surprised. He immediately recovered and said, "Okay, the 50-50 life authority is activated, and the two wrong options A and C are excluded."

"B: -165 degrees left. D: -200 degrees, please choose!"

After speaking, Yu Hua started the stopped stopwatch again.

The middle-aged man with glasses suddenly fought fiercely in his mind, and the blood in the brain turned his face red. The audience below the stage were worried that he might have a brain hemorrhage.

"Five seconds left!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man with glasses did not make a choice, Yu Hua looked at the stopwatch and reminded loudly.

A middle-aged man with glasses woke up from a fierce mental struggle, gritted his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "I choose D: -200 degrees."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yu Hua with a stern gaze, his eyes full of apprehension and expectation.

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