"Boss, I'm following."
"Boss, I am convinced."
"This isn't a scam, it's a welfare scheme. Too bad I didn't buy in."
"Good thing you didn't buy in. If you did, you would have lost everything. The news says that the relevant units in Donghai City conducted a unified crackdown on illegal gambling today, and they confiscated billions of yuan in black money from dozens of underground high-odds betting rings."
"No wonder Boss's 'Qian Zhong' account is still alive. It turns out there is such a big plan behind it!"
"What plan? The big betting rings are still standing strong. Don't think too much about it. Just sit tight and wait for Boss's prediction for the final of the Grand Fu Cup."
"Boss? He's already a god. We're all lining up to wait for his oracle."
"Add me to the waiting list..."
...
Meanwhile, Wu Li sat in a taxi scrolling through the comments under Jiang Feng's latest 'Qian Zhong' post.
He happened to see the comment about the crackdown on illegal gambling in Donghai City.
"Is this just a coincidence?" he thought.
Instantly, he imagined a grand conspiracy between the "prophet" and the higher authorities, and he also thought of the three fat guys.
"They must be vomiting blood now. Not only did they lose their capital, but they also have to pay for today's show-off expenses."
At the thought of this scene, Wu Li couldn't help but laugh out loud. The gloomy atmosphere brought by the three fat guys had long disappeared.
Wu Li attributed his joyful mood to Jiang Feng, and the image of the "prophet" in his heart became even more towering.
...
With great satisfaction, Wu Li forwarded Jiang Feng's 'Qian Zhong' post and wrote ten words with a devout heart.
"Witnessing history with Shi, the rise of the gods!"
...
Outside and on the Internet, it was bustling with excitement.
However, the conference room of the Donghai City Municipal Government building was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
Song Yidong sat at the head, looking cold and stern.
The rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the conference table revealed his thoughts and struggles.
Compared to him, the others present, who had experienced the 712 prophecy event and the last Grand Fu Cup semi-final prophecy event, were no longer surprised.
It seemed that the result of the second semi-final should be like this.
Therefore, except for Song Yidong, the others were calm and their surprise, if any, was very limited.
"Director Zhou, are you still unable to locate the IP address of the 'Qian Zhong' account owned by the 'prophet'?"
"Yes, we cannot locate it."
"What about the real-time monitoring permission of the 'Qian Zhong' platform's main server that you were given? Are you sure there is no problem with the results?"
"Captain Song, although the prophet's 'Qian Zhong' post was scheduled to be released before the game, according to the real-time monitoring of the 'Qian Zhong' backend data, there is no trace of tampering in the post."
...
Song Yidong was not convinced and asked the same question again, but the answer was still the same.
This plunged him into a huge doubt.
Everything was beyond his cognitive and understanding range, which was unbelievable.
After much contemplation, Song Yidong still had no clue. He went back to the file of the 712 prophecy event and the data of the first game of the semifinals of the Dafu Cup. He did not hope to find anything new but simply wanted to take note of these materials so that he could report the situation to the captain more calmly and accurately.
After reviewing the information in his mind and confirming that he had not missed anything, Song Yidong pondered for a while before walking towards the meeting room. Although he did not want to admit it, he knew that this was beyond his ability to handle.
He called the captain and reported everything he had seen and heard today, compared it with the previous two prophecies, and asked, "Captain, what should I do?"
After a long silence, the captain's voice sounded deep and serious. "As you said, the followers of the 'Qianzhong' platform will definitely increase exponentially after this prophecy. Your first step is to try to contain this trend and stabilize the situation. However, your approach should be as gentle as possible since there is no direct evidence to prove the harm caused by this prophecy to society. We must not give the public the impression that we are intolerant. Prepare yourself. I will quickly gather the top experts from all fields within the Daxia Prefecture and send them to Donghai City. You will be responsible for receiving them. With their participation, it should not be difficult to understand the purpose of the 'Prophet' and even directly capture them."
Song Yidong felt re-energized after hearing the captain's words. He immediately immersed himself in the next work arrangement.
Meanwhile, at the Jiang family estate, Jiang Feng sat in the living room waiting for the end of the second game of the Dafu Cup semifinals. He was not waiting for the result of the game but for the increase in his fan value after the game, which would complete his system task and trigger a surprise lottery.
As expected, after the game between Daxia Prefecture and Daliao Prefecture, the notification sound of the system prompt for an increase in fan value rang in his mind. Jiang Feng estimated that with the current speed, it would take about half an hour to reach the hundreds of thousands required by the system task.
During the waiting period, Jiang Feng opened his 'Qianzhong' app to pass the time. He glanced at the comments of various experts and found some strange comments that made him wonder. He murmured to himself, "When did I cooperate with others? Using gambling as bait? Ambassador? Vanguard? Conspiring together? Are the imaginations of netizens so rich these days?"
(End of this chapter)