Chapter 17: Triggering a Random Task!

Upon hearing this, Lin Wange suddenly realized and nodded in agreement.

With this thought in mind, she immediately prepared to go find Jiang Feng.

However, after getting up, she suddenly remembered what happened last time.

Feeling a bit uneasy, she turned to Su Mengmeng and said, "Can you accompany me to find him?"

"Miss Lin, do you know what time it is now?"

"Five in the morning. Are you planning to go wake him up?"

"Send him a message first and ask him to go out later."

"Let's go back to sleep and go over in the afternoon."

Although Su Mengmeng was also curious, she was rational and suggested that they wait until later.

Nevertheless, her suggestion was still an agreement to Lin Wange's request.

...

Soon, it was almost noon.

Inside Jiang Feng's villa in the Jiang family estate.

Jiang Feng stretched and woke up from his sleep.

He was still in a daze and felt like he didn't know who he was or where he was.

He also felt like he was missing something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Master, Miss Lin called earlier and said she's coming over for lunch. She told me to tell you not to leave and to wait for her."

Just as Jiang Feng was still in a daze, Lao Huang's voice came from the bedroom door.

"Okay, I got it."

Jiang Feng's fuzzy mind slowly started to work, and he finally found his phone in a corner after a lot of effort. He saw Lin Wange's missed call and her message asking if he was still alive.

"This little girl is so indirect."

Jiang Feng smiled faintly, not caring about Lin Wange's attitude.

"But she's been coming over so often. What is she planning to do? Is she trying to exercise her rights as my wife and force herself on me?"

He wondered and started to think about their last meeting.

"She came last time to see if I was dead or alive, and I asked her to go and be a fortune teller when she was leaving..."

"Oh, she must be asking me about the fortune teller. I knew I shouldn't have acted like that. Now I have to come up with another plan and use more brain cells. It's a nightmare!"

"Wait, wait, fortune teller...fortune teller...fortune..."

Suddenly, Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, I silenced the system. That's why I felt like something was missing!"

He quickly brought up the system interface and canceled the system silence.

[Congratulations to the host for making Pang Tao believe that you are a fortune teller. Fan value +1]

[Congratulations to the host for making Liu Huwei believe that you are a fortune teller. Fan value +1]

[Congratulations to the host for making Luo Wei believe that you are a fortune teller. Fan value +1]

...

Following that were a series of system prompts.

As he listened to the familiar sound and watched his fan value increase, Jiang Feng felt a sense of pleasure.

"This feeling?"

Jiang Feng looked strange.

He shook his head, drove away the beautiful scenery in his mind, and focused on the system interface.

At this point, the fan value column had been replenished, with a value of 59,764, and it was rapidly approaching 60,000.

Jiang Feng was extremely happy and excited.

Unlocking the next prophecy only required 50,000 fan value, which meant that he had another chance to trigger a random task.

"...

"Does the host need to consume 50,000 fan points to unlock the next prophecy?"

As expected, the system prompted Jiang Feng just as he was about to look at the next prophecy.

Without hesitation, Jiang Feng made his choice.

"Yes."

Once again, Jiang Feng remained silent, having already known what was coming.

Shortly after, the scene in front of him began to change, as if he was a part of it yet still detached from it.

When the scene ended, Jiang Feng returned to reality, wondering if there were any more random tasks to complete, when the system interrupted him with a notification.

"Congratulations, host, you have triggered a random task. The task is to make at least 100,000 people believe that you are a prophet. The reward is a surprise lottery ticket."

"What kind of pattern is this? Is it triggered every other time?" Jiang Feng pondered for a moment before jumping out of bed, determined to complete the task first.

He quickly logged onto the East Sea People's Exchange Network on his phone and prepared to post the prophecy he had just unlocked, hoping to gain more followers in East Sea City.

However, he soon discovered that his account had been banned due to violating the rules.

"Account has been banned for violating the rules. Login time restricted for 100000000000000 hours."

Jiang Feng saw the red letters on the login screen and sighed. He didn't bother counting the number of zeros after the time limit. He knew he wouldn't be able to access that account for the rest of his life.

But then he remembered his "Thousand Followers" account and quickly logged in to check. When he found out that the account was still active, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing that my 'Thousand Followers' account is still active. I've already gained enough followers on the East Sea City Exchange Network."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Feng realized that this was just a small trick from East Sea City.

"Qiu Shengqiang is a cunning old fox. He's really good at playing tricks."

Jiang Feng muttered to himself, but at the same time, he became more cautious.

"This means that I don't have much time left. They will definitely send someone to deal with me. What will their attitude be?"

After thinking for a while, Jiang Feng put this issue aside and started editing the new prophecy on the "Thousand Followers" platform.

"Young Master, Miss Lin Wan Ge and her companions have arrived."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to post on "Thousand Followers," he was interrupted by the butler, Old Huang.

"I know. Take them to the dining room first, and I'll be down soon."

Jiang Feng's actions were interrupted, and he remembered another problem he needed to solve: how to answer Lin Wan Ge's questions without revealing any flaws.

He looked at the prophecy he had just edited on "Thousand Followers," lost in thought.

A moment later, Jiang Feng suddenly slapped his thigh, coming up with a brilliant idea.

He set the edited prophecy to be sent in 20 minutes and went to wash up, praising himself inwardly.

(End of chapter)