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Some serious citizens even called the police headquarters to complain, questioning why no action was taken quickly and why the "gangsters" were allowed to go unpunished.

The pressure within the police force, especially the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), has increased dramatically.

Especially the anti-black group.

Huang Zhicheng's office phone rang incessantly, mostly with inquiries from his superiors.

The subordinates were even more furious.

"Officer Wong, are these citizens brainless? We're investigating a case! We need evidence! Do they think arresting people is as simple as buying groceries?"

"And what about those media outlets? Did they ask for publication fees back then? Now they're turning around and blaming us!"

"Damn! That Lin Yaodong is so cunning!"

Huang Zhicheng's face was gloomy. He could understand his subordinates' complaints, but he was even clearer about the crux of the problem.

Every step Lin Yaodong took appeared to be compliant and legal on the surface; at least, the evidence they currently possessed was far from sufficient to support a successful prosecution.

The other party cleverly exploited the rules of the financial market and public psychology.

But things got worse. Some shrewd, sensationalist journalists began pointing their cameras at the police.

Reporters often stake out the police headquarters.

Finally, when Police Commissioner Johnson returned from an event, his car was surrounded by a large number of reporters.

"Chief, why has the police been so slow to take action against Lam Yiu-tung?"

"Is it because of insufficient evidence that the previous accusations were unfounded?"

"Did the police have some kind of tacit understanding or deal with Lam Yiu-tung?"

"Please, Director, give a direct response to the public's questions!"

Inside the car, the foreign director, Johnson, was ashen-faced. Facing the dense array of microphones and cameras outside the window, he could only purse his lips and repeat in a formulaic manner, "No comment. Please move aside, or I will sue you for obstructing official business."

The noise outside the car window contrasted sharply with the low atmosphere inside.

Johnson was furious and seriously dissatisfied with the work efficiency of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), especially Wong Chi-shing, who was in charge of the case.

This war of public opinion seemed to have an advantage at the beginning, but it quickly turned into a passive situation within a few days.

......

Time slips away quietly, and another week has passed.

Lam Yiu-tung's name truly became a hot topic known to everyone on the streets of Hong Kong Island.

However, the focus of the discussion has quietly shifted.

In the stock market, Lin Yaodong seemed to truly possess the magical ability to "turn stones into gold." Even when some market manipulators tried to block his operations, he always managed to cleverly thwart them, and his profits snowballed, eventually exceeding the tens of millions level.

This ignited a complex mix of emotions among ordinary people.

"They made over ten million again?! Is there no justice in this world?!"

"A gangster... watching him make money is more painful than my own shop losing money!"

"What exactly is the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) doing? They report on it every day, letting them make money every single day?"

"I'm starting to suspect that the media and Lin Yaodong are working together to stage a show, tricking us small investors into taking over the losses?"

"Hey, you know what, I have a relative who lives in Causeway Bay. He said that Lam Yiu-tung seems to have a pretty good reputation there. He often does charity work, and last time during the typhoon, he even sent people to help the neighbors reinforce their doors and windows."

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"The most outrageous thing is that my grandma said that a few days ago when she was crossing the street, Lin Yaodong's car stopped, and his henchman got out to help her across! Is this...is this really a gangster?"

"I don't care if he's a good guy or a bad guy, all I want to know is which stock he'll buy next! Even just getting a little something out of it is good!"

This contradictory impression spread like a virus.

What is real? What is fake?

The official portrayal of Lin Yaodong as a "villain" is intertwined with the "good deeds" passed down by word of mouth among the people, making Lin Yaodong an increasingly mysterious and unpredictable figure.

Public trust in the police and some media outlets continues to decline, fueled by persistent profit figures and seemingly relatable street rumors.

People have begun to selectively accept information—they are more willing to believe the "stock market guru" who can bring tangible benefits than the police who only "talk big."

......

Two months passed in the spotlight.

In the past two months, Lin Yaodong has enjoyed the attention of everyone and has made the most of the "Stock Market Prediction Card" rewarded by the system, accumulating astonishing wealth.

But only he himself knows what the foundation of all of this is.

That night, Lin Yaodong sat alone in his study. Deep in his consciousness, the "Stock Market Prediction Card" that emitted a faint light gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of starlight and disappearing completely.

An indescribable sense of control was ripped away. Although his understanding and experience of the stock market had improved, the absolute confidence that he could foresee future trends was gone.

A fleeting hint of regret crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by composure.

The effects are expected to last until tomorrow night.

He knew that without the ability to predict the future, his previous operating model was extremely risky in the unpredictable stock market.

Especially since he has been targeted by those bookmakers.

Continuing to fight will likely destroy the wealth and reputation that have been painstakingly accumulated.

It's time to call it a day.

The next day, he summoned Wang Xia.

"Start exiting the market and liquidate all the stocks we have."

Lin Yaodong's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable determination.

"What? All cleared?" Wang Xia was so shocked she almost lost her voice, her breasts heaving slightly with emotion.

"Brother Dong, market sentiment is high right now, and several stocks are performing well. Why sell them all at this time? This...this will mean missing out on a lot of money!"

Lin Yaodong had already prepared his explanation. He couldn't reveal the existence of the system, so he brought out the reason he had prepared long ago.

"Financial games, no matter how big you play, are ultimately illusory."

When the tide goes out, you find out who's been swimming naked.

Real industry is the foundation of our existence; money only becomes true wealth when it is transformed into assets and machines that generate value.

These words were half true and half false, both in line with his next plan and concealing the real reason.

Wang Xia's face was filled with confusion and regret: "But Brother Dong, making money in the stock market is much faster and easier than running a real business..."

In the past two months, she has made a lot of money by buying information for the media, and she has also made unimaginable wealth by following Lin Yaodong in stock trading. Naturally, she finds it hard to give it up.

Lin Yaodong waved his hand, interrupting her: "Think long-term. Do as I say, complete the liquidation as soon as possible, and be careful with your methods to avoid causing drastic market fluctuations."

Seeing that Lin Yaodong was determined, Wang Xia had no choice but to suppress her doubts and nodded, saying, "Okay, I understand. I will handle it."

Lin Yaodong pondered for a moment, then continued, "After the clearance sale, I will contact all mainstream media outlets in my name and hold a press conference."

"A press conference?" Wang Xia asked in surprise again. "Brother Dong, is this a press conference to respond to the previous negative news?"

Lin Yaodong smiled slightly, a hint of unfathomable depth in his smile: "It's a farewell, but also a new beginning."