Unlike the joyful time spent with the two women, the atmosphere in the conference room of the East China City Government Center was quite serious.
The first seat, Qiusheng Qiang, was now seated in the second seat, and a middle-aged man in his thirties with strong features and a serious expression appeared above him.
In front of him were the A-class files of the 712 prophecy event, and the relevant information from the last semifinals of the Dafu Cup.
On the projection screen in the conference room, the introduction of the players and the entrance ceremony before the second game of the Dafu Cup semifinals were playing.
The middle-aged man tapped rhythmically on the conference table with his fingertips, seemingly deep in thought.
After a long time, the middle-aged man got up and left the conference room.
Qiusheng Qiang breathed a sigh of relief only after he saw the man walk out of the conference room door from the corner of his eye.
"Dad, who is that person?" As a full participant in the Nanhu Tunnel incident, Qiushi Han was called over to be prepared for any questions from the people above.
"The true guardian of the Daxia Prefecture in secret."
"A group of people who are above the ordinary law enforcement departments."
"A privileged group of people!"
"The most mysterious of the seven departments in the Security Bureau."
"And he is one of the members of the seventh group, Song Yidong."
Qiusheng Qiang's few words made Qiushi Han feel terrified.
She immediately thought to herself, "No wonder I had a creepy feeling."
...
After Song Yidong walked out of the conference room door, he immediately found a place with no one around and made a phone call.
The phone was answered after only a few rings.
"Yidong, what do you have to say?"
"Captain, the situation is basically consistent with what they reported."
"There is no report or false report."
"So, my answer is that a 'prophet' has appeared."
Song Yidong paused for a moment, waiting for instructions from the other end of the phone.
"You go on." As expected, the other end of the phone thought for a moment.
"Except for the accurate predictions of the Nanhu Tunnel collapse incident and the results of the first match between Daliang Prefecture and Dajin Prefecture in the semifinals of the Dafu Cup."
"At 12:09 yesterday, this person released the prediction result of the second match between Daxia Prefecture and Daliao Prefecture in the Dafu Cup semifinals."
"On the internet, the number of followers of this account is in the tens of thousands."
"But based on my experience, if this prediction result can still hit accurately, the number of followers of this 'Qianzhong' account will definitely increase exponentially!"
"So, Captain, should we take some action first?"
...
After Song Yidong finished speaking, both ends of the phone fell silent.
After a while, a low male voice came from the phone: "Wait and see for now."
"The accuracy of the new prophecy is still unknown."
"If the result is not accurate, this matter will be self-resolving, and the public will only treat it as a joke."
"But if we intervene with a heavy hand, it will not only be unreasonable, but it will also leave a bad impression on the public."
The phone paused for a moment, as if thinking further.
"Moreover, the cause of the matter always needs to be investigated."
"Although the investigation report in East China City is very detailed, I still feel that there are loopholes in the 'prophet' incident."
"At least, the purpose of the 'prophet' doing this is still unclear."
"So, you need to participate in the entire process of this new prophecy."
Upon hearing the explanation from the captain, Song Yidong felt that his thoughts were in line with those of the captain, and quickly responded.
"Understood! I guarantee to complete the task!"
"If there are any results, I will report them at any time."
"Okay!"
...
Song Yidong hung up the phone, his eyes shining.
"Now it's time for me to show my skills!"
"No matter how well you hide, I will find your every move."
"And then I'll drag you out!"
...
Meanwhile, in Far East Lane in Donghai City.
At the entrance of "Donghai's Best BBQ," at the table closest to the television.
Wu Li and his three friends sat watching the live broadcast of the second semifinal of the Dafu Cup.
But unlike last time, this time all three of the chubby guys had placed heavy bets on the game based on Jiang Feng's latest prophecy.
So aside from Wu Li, who remained calm, the other three were visibly nervous.
"Old Wu, you're sure you can make an accurate prediction this time, right?"
"Yeah, Old Wu, I've put all my savings into this bet, a 500,000-point spread, can you analyze it for us?"
The chubby guys took turns speaking, and even the skinny guy, who didn't say anything, was staring at Wu Li with longing eyes.
All three of them hoped that Wu Li's words would give them some inner strength, easing their worries and nervousness.
"I believe in the 'prophet' unconditionally, unlike you guys who just want to make a profit through him."
Wu Li sneered at their request.
Upon hearing Wu Li's words, the three felt somewhat consoled, and let out a sigh of relief, not caring about Wu Li's attitude.
But at the same time, they secretly sneered at Wu Li for not having placed any bets.
"As long as we can make money, who cares about faith?"
"Old Wu is a bit stupid, passing up such a great opportunity to make money."
"We're making a fortune, 45,000 at 26-1 odds, and Old Wu is really naive, not betting his entire fortune on this?"
...
Looking at the slight expressions of the other three, Wu Li had already guessed their thoughts, but he didn't care.
He happily ate his kebabs and drank his beer, in stark contrast to the nervousness of the other three.
...
In the midst of the strange atmosphere of the four friends, the second semifinal of the Dafu Cup between Daxiafu and Daliaofu officially began.
In no time, with the other three pretending to be relaxed and Wu Li playing along, the game reached the 29th minute.
On the TV broadcast, Daliaofu's striker Jin Zhengmin broke through the entire Daxiafu defense alone and easily sent the ball into Daxiafu's goal.
The dark horse had revealed itself.
The hearts of the three chubby guys became even more nervous, and they couldn't help but think the worst.
"Is this dark horse really that strong? I hope the prophecy doesn't fail."
If it weren't for the prophecy predicting the outcome, the three would have unanimously agreed that Daliaofu, the dark horse, had a better chance of making it to the finals than Daxiaofu.
But perhaps the shock of the previous result was too great, or maybe the temptation of the odds was too great, the three ultimately placed heavy bets on the point spread according to the prophecy.
(End of chapter)