After finishing all his arrangements, Hu Tianqin began to rethink everything.
He remembered the familiar voice that he had heard before he hung up the phone after reporting and waiting for instructions.
"Is this the director's method?"
"Suppression?"
"Lao Fang, is the 'Prophet' breaking the law?"
"..."
"Crack!"
The phone was hung up.
Hu Tianqin did not know what happened next, but he recognized the voice of his superior, Qin Wushen, the real person in charge of the Security Bureau's seventh team, before the call was disconnected!
"Is even this elusive 'Dragon God' also paying attention to this matter?"
"That's right. The usual cases he handles are either super events that affect the entire Daxia Prefecture or the whole world!"
"Now that this matter has caught his attention, it can hardly be considered a major event causing significant social impact in his eyes!"
Hu Tianqin agreed deeply.
"This should be the director Qin's idea. Otherwise, with the conservative nature of the team, it would inevitably lead to some routine processing methods."
"But on the other hand, even Director Qin is personally interested in this matter."
"This 'Prophet' really has a strong attraction."
...
On the other side, in the Jiang family villa.
Jiang Feng had no idea that his habit of sending "Thousands" at regular intervals had been used as a loophole to investigate him.
He was even more unaware that after the investigation failed, relevant units had already regarded him as the world's top computer technology expert.
At this moment, he was having lunch and checking the "Thousands" he had sent in his mind.
After seeing that "Thousands" had been sent on time, Jiang Feng quickly glanced at the fan data of "Thousands".
"420,000?"
Jiang Feng was a little surprised.
"It seems that the number of fans is increasing faster than yesterday."
"Did the relevant units lift the traffic restrictions?"
Jiang Feng quickly went to check the hot search until he reached the last fifty names and found nothing.
This made him somewhat puzzled.
"The relevant units' restrictions are still in place."
"Ding Dong!"
After checking, Jiang Feng found that it was a "Quick Chat" message sent by Lin Wange. Inside was a link to a short video.
He didn't reply to the message but clicked on the link directly.
"Mysterious Prophet - First Prophecy."
As soon as he clicked on it, he found that the title was related to him.
After watching the entire video, Jiang Feng understood a little.
"It seems that the speed of fan growth is related to the video produced by Lin Wange's company."
Jiang Feng's original intention was to let Lin Wange take advantage of the heat he generated.
But now, seeing the results, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"This actually helped me!"
However, Jiang Feng soon thought of another question and quickly replied to Lin Wan Ge, hoping to know what she was thinking.
"What is it?" Lin Wan Ge seemed to be waiting for him, and her response was very quick.
"It's a video about 'prophets' that my company made."
"Why did you send it to me?"
As expected, Lin Wan Ge's thoughts appeared in Jiang Feng's mind after he sent this message.
"You're still pretending. I made a video for you, shouldn't I send it to you as the person involved?"
However, the message that was sent changed.
"Didn't you ask me to make a video about the prophet? I've made it, so I'll send it to you to take a look."
"Not bad, not bad. The logic is clear, the visuals are excellent, the narration is sweet, the background music is grand and perfectly interspersed. This is the best video I've seen this year!" Jiang Feng praised formally, then began to think.
"Did the timed sending method not work at all?"
"If I only had doubts before, why am I so sure now?"
"I don't think I showed any flaws at the time."
"This is not scientific!"
Jiang Feng was completely puzzled, and helplessly smiled and sighed, "Well, is this the sixth sense of that legendary woman?"
He didn't know if Lin Wan Ge didn't like his way of responding or if she was busy with something else. Anyway, he waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from her.
But just as he was about to close the chat box, Lin Wan Ge's message came at this moment.
And the content of the message directly made Jiang Feng's jaw drop.
"I hope I'll be the lucky fan tomorrow!"
Jiang Feng was shocked like being struck by lightning, quickly closed the chat box, and exited "Quick Chat."
At the same time, he exclaimed in his heart.
"This is a blatant test!"
"Besides, I can't control this lottery."
"Can't control..."
At this point, Jiang Feng had a vague sense of foreboding.
"What if she wins the lottery?"
...
Time passed slowly, and it was 7:30 pm on July 18th, 216 NS. There was only half an hour left until Jiang Feng's second "One Thousand Fans" lottery.
At this time, Jiang Feng was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room.
Since he saw Lin Wan Ge's last "Quick Chat" yesterday until now, the ominous feeling has been lingering in his heart and cannot be dispelled.
And as time slowly approached the lottery time, this feeling became even stronger.
He had already opened his "One Thousand Fans" and was waiting for the final lottery result.
And there was another person who had been waiting early-Lin Wan Ge!
In the Nan Cheng Villa, Lin Wan Ge and Su Meng Meng were sitting on the sofa, and both of their mobile phone screens showed Jiang Feng's "One Thousand Fans" dynamic.
"Wan Ge, I told you the odds were too small the day before yesterday." Su Meng Meng pointed to the fan data of Jiang Feng's "One Thousand Fans."
"35 million to one the day before yesterday, and we didn't win."
"Now, look at how many there are, 530,000! It has almost doubled!"
After speaking, Su Meng Meng shook her head and put her phone aside. In her opinion, this was just a marketing gimmick.
Even the reposts and comments were just for Lin Wan Ge's face.
But Lin Wan Ge didn't think much of Su Meng Meng's words. She still looked at Jiang Feng's "One Thousand Fans" dynamic and replied, "Meng Meng, just watch. I will definitely be the lucky fan today!"
After speaking, Lin Wan Ge looked up at Su Meng Meng with a sly smile.
"What's so funny?"
Su Meng Meng felt a bit confused, and then seemed to realize something. "Wan Ge, are you hiding something from me?"
Upon hearing Su Meng Meng's inquiry, Lin Wan Ge didn't even lift her head. She kept scrolling through Jiang Feng's "One Thousand Fans" dynamic and simply denied, "No."
"Then why did you say you will be the lucky fan today? Is there any inside information?" Su Meng Meng continued to question, feeling a bit puzzled.
(End of this chapter)