From the moment Su Mengmeng sat down at the table, she felt Lin Wange's scrutinizing gaze.
However, she didn't ask and understood it in her heart.
"She should know that I was deliberately leading her on yesterday."
"Wange, don't get too fixated on it. I didn't intentionally keep it from you, but I had my reasons."
Su Mengmeng silently cried out in her heart, but her face remained calm as she ate breakfast, completely ignoring Lin Wange's gaze.
The two of them silently competed with each other, not saying a word.
They could see that breakfast was about to end in this awkward atmosphere.
Lin Wange, who had some requests, was about to break the silence when their phones suddenly rang, alerting them to a series of messages.
...
On their phones, they each received messages from their respective subordinates.
The messages all pointed to the same thing: the "Prophet" group on 'Qianzhong' (a social media platform), which was also Jiang Feng's 'Qianzhong' group.
They exchanged a glance and both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Then, without saying a word, they flipped their phones over and showed each other their messages.
This silent action broke the awkward atmosphere.
"You must have found something."
"I can only say that this 'Prophet' is the same 'Prophet', but I can't say more. I hope you understand."
Su Mengmeng explained a little.
After hearing this, Lin Wange's eyes flickered, and she understood the reason behind it, so she didn't delve too deeply.
The two of them then went to the study and looked at the "Prophet" group's activity on their computer.
...
After Jiang Feng's clever operation last night, the "Prophet" group's activity had gone from being ignored to becoming a gathering place for East China's online community.
The surge in popularity even caused the group's backend mechanism to push it out.
...
Therefore, what Lin Wange and Su Mengmeng saw on the "Prophet" group's activity was a frenzy.
"The number of likes has reached 30,000, and the comments are about to reach 20,000, while the number of followers is only just over 10,000."
This ratio was already high on the 'Qianzhong' platform, indicating that the followers of this account were genuine and highly loyal.
Due to her professional habits, Lin Wange calculated the data in her mind and was secretly surprised.
"The 'Exploring the Prophet' project seems to have been the right choice!"
After being shocked, she felt fortunate that she had acted quickly.
She continued to scroll down with her mouse and looked at the comments under the "Prophet" group's activity.
The comments were mostly divided into two factions.
The majority were from people who claimed to be from East China's online community.
"Representing East China's online community, waiting for the expert to rise!"
"Waiting for the expert to rise +1..."
"From East China, learning from the expert's chess skills!"
"Learning +1..."
"I'm late, I just had my daughter install 'Qianzhong'."
"Brothers, follow my lead, @ 'Qianzhong' assistant, let's push it to the top!"
"@ 'Qianzhong' assistant +1..."
"Upstairs, are you stupid? What use is 'Qianzhong' assistant? You need to participate in the discussion!"
"Follow my lead, #Dafu Cup semi-finals, #Daliangfu VS #Dajinfu, #..."
"#Dafu Cup semi-finals +1..."
"#Daliangfu VS #Dajinfu +1..."
In addition, there is another group of people who received the push notification from "Qianzhong" and clicked on it. These people who can receive the push notification are at least sports enthusiasts in the big data portrait of "Qianzhong". Therefore, after seeing the prediction of the "Prophet" in "Qianzhong", they are not only willing to give a thumbs up but also very willing to comment, although the comments are not very pleasant.
"I, the first one from Dajin Prefecture, Santos Diego, don't agree!"
"I don't agree +1..."
"Daliang Prefecture played against Dajin Prefecture, do we still need to go to penalties? What is the blogger thinking?"
"Right, right, the blogger clearly has no basic knowledge!"
"Fools gather together! Is anyone still planning to bet on the game?"
"Did they invite a pig killer for the pig slaughtering plate?"
"Laugh and you'll look ten years younger! The new generation of comedians are shining!"
"If you have a little bit of common sense, blogger, you wouldn't get so drunk!"
"Take a screenshot as evidence first, and when the blogger sobers up, they will delete it and pretend nothing happened."
"Yes, take a screenshot first and wait for the blogger to be proven wrong, clap clap clap..."
With the interaction of the online community in Donghai, the number of netizens who poured into the "Prophet" Qianzhong increased. As a result, the originally supportive opinions were quickly drowned out by the increasing insults.
Seeing this, Lin Wange and Su Mengmeng didn't want to continue reading.
"Wange, how about we stay up late tonight?" Su Mengmeng tentatively asked.
Lin Wange glanced at her after hearing Su Mengmeng's question, and then said with a hint of disdain, "Have you been brainwashed by the comments?"
"The game starts at three o'clock tomorrow morning. Isn't it better to sleep for a while and watch the game when we wake up?" Lin Wange knew why Su Mengmeng suggested staying up late. Although their goals were the same, Lin Wange felt that her approach was the correct one.
Su Mengmeng was taken aback by Lin Wange's words, then she smiled sheepishly. Obviously, she agreed with Lin Wange's approach.
Meanwhile, in the Donghai City Government Conference Room, all the informed personnel who attended the previous meeting, except Su Mengmeng, were present. They were aware of the purpose of today's meeting, thanks to Zhou Chaoyang's reminder.
At this moment, two images appeared on the projection screen in the conference room. One was the live broadcast of the semifinals of the Dafu Cup, which occupied the majority of the projection screen. The other was the first "Qianzhong" dynamic about the prediction of the game result.
Although the content of the "Qianzhong" dynamic only occupied a small part of the upper right corner of the projection screen, it seemed to be more eye-catching than the live broadcast of the game, making people's eyes involuntarily drift towards it.
At the same time, in the Far East Alley of Donghai, the most famous late-night snack street in Donghai, it was 3:50 in the morning. Outside a barbecue restaurant called "Donghai's No.1 Barbecue", there was a 70-inch large TV showing the live broadcast of the semifinals of the Dafu Cup. At the table closest to the TV, four middle-aged men were sitting and watching the game.
(End of this chapter)"