sbdcsierra Chapter 483: The Net Begins to Close in
Chapter 483: The Net Begins to Close in
As the lengthy post published by Meng Chuan's account continued to circulate online, major social media platforms erupted in a frenzy.
The trending search terms are like boiling lava, constantly gushing and refreshing.
Every second, new trending topics surge onto the list.
The fan clubs of Jupiter and Wu Yifan have fallen into complete chaos.
The declarations of unfollowing fans came like a raging tide, one after another, in a frenzied barrage.
Countless brands that endorsed them terminated their contracts and even sued them for damaging the company's brand image.
Those netizens who had questioned Meng Chuan now bowed their heads in the comments section.
The screen was filled with sincere apologies.
Topics such as "Meng Chuan's reasons for banning him are confirmed" and "Wu Yifan's true colors as a Jupiter" have seen their popularity skyrocket.
The number of views exceeded one billion in just a few hours.
The numbers are still jumping wildly, breaking records for any previous public opinion event.
The number of Meng's army also rebounded exponentially, like a sleeping lion awakening and bursting forth with astonishing power.
They spontaneously formed a large online army, cheering for Meng Chuan on various platforms.
Of course, some people with ulterior motives tried to question Meng Chuan's purpose.
For example: Why did it take so long for public opinion to ferment before this information was released?
However, their doubts were like stones thrown into an abyss, instantly swallowed up.
Because the Dao's "surveillance" is omnipresent, a large number of "insiders" quickly emerged and responded to these questions with reason and evidence.
"Meng Chuan is delaying because he wants to gather more conclusive evidence. We must not let the bad guys get away with it!"
Each voice of justice silenced the doubters.
This instantly made Meng Chuan's image even more noble and righteous.
The one who was most panicked at this moment was Wu Yifan.
Because Jupiter was still imprisoned by Meng Chuan, she had no idea how fierce the online public opinion was.
Wu Yifan stared at the news on his phone, his face ashen.
My legs were trembling uncontrollably.
He never imagined that Meng Chuan would be so incredibly powerful.
He had always acted cautiously, believing he had those female fans completely under his control.
They would willingly keep their mouths shut for themselves.
Therefore, he considered Meng Chuan's warning back then as nothing more than a joke.
But now, Meng Chuan has more detailed evidence than he remembers.
Even if he had a mouth all over his body, he couldn't deny it.
"Go, we have to leave immediately, I need to go back to Singapore!"
Wu Yifan screamed at the top of his lungs as he packed his bags as fast as he could.
He haphazardly stuffed his clothes into the box, not caring that his belongings were scattered all over the floor.
He put on a mask and hat, and hurriedly left the house like a frightened bird.
Unfortunately, since Meng Chuan had already made his move, how could he give him a chance to escape?
The warriors guarding his door had icy eyes, looking at him as if he were already dead.
Before Wu Yifan could even speak, he was kicked back into the villa by a powerful warrior from the Battle Hall.
"If you dare leave this villa before the police arrive, I'll break your legs!"
The warrior's voice was deep and cold.
"Who are you? I'm Wu Yifan, a big star. How dare you stop me?"
Wu Yifan clutched his stomach, curled up on the ground in a disheveled state, and roared hysterically, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.
"We're stopping you, Wu Yifan."
The warrior's eyes were filled with disdain, as if he were looking at a disgusting bug.
Wu Yifan had panicked and was shouting frantically:
"I...I'll give you money, 100,000, 200,000, 500,000..."
Seeing that the experts from the Battle Hall remained unmoved, he gritted his teeth and offered a high price of five million.
They even cried and begged, and even knelt down and kowtowed.
The powerful warriors of the Battle Hall stood firm like a towering mountain, unmoved, guarding the entrance.
The sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached, and flashing lights illuminated the villa's gate.
Only then did the powerful warrior turn and leave, concealing his merits and fame.
When Wu Yifan was taken away by the police, his legs were weak and he was practically carried into the police car.
The former glory has vanished, leaving only endless despair.
In the stock market, although the stock prices of Meng Po Guild and Liu Group remain sluggish, astute investors have already sensed a shift in the wind.
The atmosphere in the trading hall instantly became tense.
Someone stared at the screen, their eyes gleaming with excitement, muttering to themselves:
"Meng Chuan's move was ruthless. Now that public opinion has reversed, it might be a good time to buy at the bottom."
Some people, with impatient personalities, would become so excited that their faces would turn red, and they would wave their arms and roar:
"Hurry, invest heavily in all of Meng Chuan's stocks!"
The trading hall was instantly filled with a cacophony of voices, the sounds of keyboards clicking and shouting mingling together.
As long as someone is willing to pay, there's no stock that can't rise in price.
From the time public opinion escalated to the time Wu Yifan was arrested, within two hours, almost all of Meng Chuan's stocks hit their daily limit.
The traders at JPMorgan Chase and Citadel Investments, however, looked serious, with beads of sweat on their foreheads.
They never expected Meng Chuan to retaliate in such a strong and well-documented manner.
The meticulously planned conspiracy crumbled instantly under Meng Chuan's swift and decisive actions.
Amid such public opinion, Meng Chuan's public image has returned to its peak, even surpassing its former glory.
To protect his artists, he dared to confront Jupiter head-on.
For the sake of justice, they were willing to let their company's stock price plummet in order to expose Wu Yifan's despicable behavior to the public.
This courage and sense of responsibility have earned him the respect and admiration of countless people.
Meng Chuan's Douyin account, "Meng Po Won't Give Me Soup," saw its number of followers explode like a volcanic eruption.
In just a few hours, the number of fans skyrocketed from 1300 to more than 3000 million.
This directly broke the platform's record for the number of followers gained.
Countless netizens flooded his account, giving him likes, comments, and shares like crazy, with the comment section filled with words of admiration and support.
Meng Chuan is not a celebrity or an internet celebrity.
However, in terms of the number of fans and the degree of their support.
Even the biggest superstars aren't this good, right?
At this moment, Meng Chuan was not particularly excited about his newfound fame and fortune.
Because of this battle, he was not fighting for fame, but for the people, for the stock market investors, and for the common people of China.
He cannot allow shareholders to be exploited, nor can he allow ordinary people to pay for the holes left by capital.
"Whaling, do you know what to do next?"
Meng Chuan asked the whale hunter in the basement.
"Young Master, I was once a top trader on Wall Street. Just you wait and see!"
The whale hunters were now eager to get started.
Since following Meng Chuan, many of Meng Chuan's unconventional moves may have been incomprehensible to whale hunters at first.
But in the end, everything proved that Meng Chuan was right.
Now that the game is out in the open, if a whale hunter still can't understand it and doesn't know what to do, then he's really useless.
"Alright, next, you and Dao, this time I'm going to make all the short sellers of my overseas capital lose everything."
Meng Chuan said in a deep voice:
"After defeating foreign capital, we will no longer hold any shares of our subsidiaries, allowing more shareholders to hold our shares."
As he spoke, Meng Chuan looked at the following:
"Dao, you must manage my account carefully from now on. My public image must not collapse again. At least not before the stock market crash ends."
"As ordered!"