God of Life

A disc-shaped item is lying on the end of the mall with a soft yet luxurious golden glow.

That light sparkled and sparkled. Wang Yan smelled the smell of wealth.

Look closely, it's a turntable?

Hey, what a fresh prop!

[Europe-Africa turntable (primary)]

[Number of times used: 1]

[Sale price: 1 million]

[Description: Someone always feels that they are European, but they are black meat. Don't talk too much. Spend money testing!

Oh, my God!

Breaking props can be provocative, huh?

Wang Yan was a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help but try it right away.

However, wait until you finish reading the details……

The turntable has a total of 10 lattices, evenly divided, with a ratio of 10 per cent.

There are four colors, white, green, blue and gold.

White is three boxes, there are no prizes in it, but it says four words, not a relatively polite "thank you”, but a taunting mockery - nonchief roll!

Obviously, there is a 30 percent chance that the turntable will be completely homeless.

If you go one step higher, it's four greens.

Four prizes are different. Wang Yan's first concern is the price, the cheapest one, the mall sells 200,000, the most expensive one, the mall sells 800,000.

That means there's a 40% chance of losing 200,000 to 800,000.

There are only two blue prizes for 1.5 million and 2 million, respectively.

The last remaining box is a golden reward for… 5 million!

So the result is obvious. Wang Yan knew with his primary mathematical knowledge that 40% probability of losing money, 30% probability of losing blood, 20% probability of making small money, 10% probability of making big money.

“Fucking hooligans! ”

Rich Brother is very unhappy with the black-hearted system.

If the odds of winning or losing are 50% vs. 50%, at least it's a fair bet. It's no wonder who hit the wall for a while and admit it's bad luck.

What the hell is this now?

70% chance of losing!

I'm only playing with you!

Wang Yan finished scolding, glancing at the cash in the panel, removing 100,000 for Chen Xiang's checkout, and another 1.62 million ready to use, then bite his teeth hard.

“Payment!”

Remaining wage: 620,000.

System experience: 7192500.

Items Held: Son of Heaven, Extraordinary Forger Card, Double Flavoured Food Card, See You After Wine True Heart Card, Europe-Africa Carousel (Primary)

Shit?

I thought you said no gambling.

President Wang, why are you so bloated?

Wang Yan didn't really expand.

Primary math results in blood loss, so you're the primary school students, hey.

Brother is 79 intellect, excellent in excellence!

And just finished studying the basics of statistics, that's not really for nothing.

In probability theory and statistics, there is a particular concept called “Mathematicalexpectationvalue," translated into "mathematical expectations.”

Leaving aside definitions, give the simplest example —— all the casinos, all the gambling projects designed, are applying this concept.

For example, a Las Vegas roulette, similar to a Europe-Africa roulette, has a total of 38 lattices, corresponding to 38 numbers, and a dollar can be placed to place a single number, hitting $35.

The mathematical expectations were calculated and the result was -0.0526.

That is, on average, gamblers lose 5.26 cents for every dollar they bet.

This is a fixed probability that as long as the number of samples is large enough (enough gamblers), you will earn steadily.

So the formal casino doesn't have to pay a thousand dollars at all, so you can attract a wide range of customers to fight gold every day.

Wang Yan instantly calculated the mathematical expectations of Europe-Africa turntable after finishing the black heart of the system.

(500 x 10%) + (200 x 10%) + (150 x 10%) - (80 x 10%) - (60 x 10%) - (40 x 10%) - (20 x 10%) - (100 x 30%) = 350,000

Mathematical expectations are positive.

This means that you can earn 350,000 for every time you play more than once.

Stupid beeps don't gamble!

Not just gambling, but gambling in the wilderness!

Mentally retarded system, you come out and refresh your brother every week from now on, dare you?!

System: o (()) o.

If the system is intelligent, it will scold the mother.

You give you so much money every day to go out on the waves, you don't drive well, you learn all that crap!

Take the mathematical knowledge pit system, what a pride you are!

╯ ‵ □ ′ ╯ ︵ ┴ ─ ┴

Drop it!

……

However, the system is not intelligent, so the room is quiet, only Wang Yan is excited to breathe.

“Start the lottery! ”

Spinning, spinning, spinning, pointers all the way through white, blue, green, gold...

It eventually passes in millimeters from another white area and finally stops in the green area.

Piece of shit!

Lost!

However, Wang Yan complained but did not have any remorse.

Playing probability, it is not possible to make money every time, but as long as the system does not change the design, the mathematical expectations are always positive, Wang Yan dares to play with the maid until the sea dead stone rots.

A mathematical god, that's how it works!

Take out the final reward at will. Wang Yan looked at it and enjoyed it.

Eh?

It doesn't look like you're losing anything.

The prize is a skill book.

[Hardpen Calligraphy (Master Print)]

[Raise your pen writing level to master level, only one step away from the teacher]

[Sale price: 400,000]

Note: Print only. True, mobile, subordinate, grass, etc. books need to learn by themselves]

Master script. Does it work?

Doesn't really work.

In modern society, there are fewer and fewer places to start, let alone Wang Yan, such a magnificent pride, there is absolutely no chance to write something by hand.

But change the question: is it worth it?

It's fucking worth it!

How can it be worthless to spend a million dollars on a masterclass craftsmanship?

As a proud god, you will never be short of money.

So, anything that improves your quality is worth it, as long as it can be exchanged for money.

Wang Yanmeiz used the skill book. In a flash, a lot of knowledge came to mind.

There was a pen and paper on the office desk. Wang Yanxing sat down and wrote down four names.

Wang Dayuan, Wang Xiufang, Wang Yan, Liu Li.

Steelbone silver hook, Zhongzhengdanzhuang.

Wang Yanxi was unsuccessful, thinking about it and adding a fifth name.

He Meng.

Slightly deformed, no longer an authentic canopy, but more flavorful than it was at first.

Because, more of your own style.

79 intelligence, that's how intelligent it is.

In fact, writing has always been Wang Yan's short board. Although it is not so low as to distort and twist the level of elementary school students, it definitely does not look good. It means that there is no structure and no lines.

However, as an aesthetically normal student, Wang Yan knew exactly what kind of words looked good and liked to see them.

Wang Yan secretly fell in love with He Meng, not only because she looked beautiful, but when she came out of the blackboard newspaper in the first year, her hand, Li Yen Ya's board book, was amazing to the whole class of boys.

Later, He Meng's learning gradually declined. Her temper grew, but the words were still beautiful in Wang Yan's memory.

Don't exaggerate.

When a girl is beautiful and carries some kind of elegant property, that killing power is definitely penetrating damage.

Now Wang Yan Wang Trench has no love for He Meng.

However, after suddenly obtaining masterclass calligraphy, she was unable to help herself think of her, thinking of the little feelings she once had.

For a month now, my buddy is soaring in value, soaring in height, and fluent in shape. Even calligraphy has surpassed you. It's like a dream...

Oh, what a dream!

Wang Yan stood up and stuffed the first calligraphy work in his life into a paper shredder, hitting his lazy waist smoothly.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dreams. I'm not comfortable awake!

Wait...

With poetry, it's not right.

But you can replace it with two other sentences--

But when the song is about wine, let the sun shine for as long as it can!