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Chapter 262. Public Opinion and Journalists
Jiang Jianxin was surprised that the answer to the truth had actually spoken to the prophet. Curious, she continued to ask:
What did you talk about with her?

Intuitively and directly, he answered:
We hardly ever talk. I've spoken less with her in a year than I've spoken to you in a single day.

[Because she's never died, the barrier is too thick, the signal is bad, and—she basically doesn't need my reminders.]

Intuition brought something back to mind; the handwriting wavered, revealing a hint of sullenness.
[There are many things she knows more about than I do, having glimpsed the future... I feel like chatting with her is harassing her.]

Jiang Jianxin couldn't help but laugh when he saw the last line of text:

【Seriously? Why are you bothering them? Hahahaha.】

【…】

Intuition silently drew out six points in my mind to represent my embarrassment and awkwardness.

Seeing that Jiang Jianxin was interested in this topic, I instinctively organized my thoughts:

We rarely communicate. Occasionally, when the signal is good, I might appear in her mind, but she usually ignores it.

The handwriting suddenly became serious:

The only time she called out to me was when she was on the verge of death.

Jiang Jianxin's smile gradually disappeared:

What did she say?

The words flowed slowly through my mind:

[She was already on the operating table by then. The coldness and pain of the scalpel piercing her flesh were unbearable. She told me, "The answer is the truth. I'm afraid of dying. It hurts so much."]

Intuition paused for a moment, a hint of regret showing in the handwriting:
If I could speak, perhaps I could sing her a song to help ease her pain, but all I can do is write.

So I wrote in very neat handwriting, "I understand you. I see your plan. You are the greatest visionary in the world."

The handwriting changed, and the truth of the answer made him feel somewhat guilty:
I wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. She possesses far greater wisdom than I do, so I couldn't guide her. I only know that people feel better when praised.

Jiang Jianxin remained silent for a long while before slowly replying:
[You did a great job. Standing at her level, ordinary words of comfort seem insincere. To have someone of equal wisdom understand her on her deathbed and even praise her is the best comfort you could ask for.]

Intuition no longer responded.

This happened many, many years ago. Among the basic characteristics of omniscience, besides being able to see the wisdom of past philosophers, another feature is that it does not forget memories.

When the truth first woke up, she already knew that Jiang Jianxin was that person.

Because of their omniscience and clear memories, even if they haven't seen each other for ten years, they will meet again in a single day.

Through intermittent, sometimes good, sometimes bad signals, it was discovered that the person had forgotten everything from the past. The truth of the answer was not surprising—because this is how foresight works; without the protection of memory, it is easy to forget things.

In the days when the signal was unpredictable, the answer and the truth continued to live their lives as usual, as if everything were normal.

Until one ordinary day, the truth suddenly discovered that the person's signal strength suddenly jumped from a weak red line to a bright green light. Among countless intermittent connections, her signal was the only one that was clear and stable, like a lighthouse that suddenly lit up in the dark.

At that moment, the answer to the truth became clear: the prophet had called it to come and keep her company. If that phrase, "long time no see," pointed to a predetermined future—then it, as a branch of truth, had an unshirkable duty to obey it.

……

With no response in his mind for a long time, Jiang Jianxin sighed and ended the brief conversation.

She opened the dating app, and a small fish outlined in blue lines poked its head out of a data vortex, blowing bubbles and asking:

"Is there anything I can help you with, administrator?"

Jiang Jian thought for a moment and said:
"I've discovered that my Ping An Forum account may be trapped in an information cocoon, preventing certain information from being pushed to me. Do you have a way to change the algorithm by which the TV station affects me?"

Just as she was about to explain further what specific information was missing, she saw the little blue fish suddenly flick its tail, drawing an arc in the data stream.

"I understand your needs."

Ayu's voice came from the depths of the vortex, carrying a reassuring certainty:
"Please wait a moment, I'll go and reconfigure the algorithm weights right away."

The vortex began to spin faster, and pixelated ripples spread across the screen.

As the vortex slowed down and Ayu reappeared, data points danced across its lines:

"Please check the current posts on the forum. If there's any information that needs filtering, please let me know."

Jiang Jianxin didn't expect A Yu to handle it so quickly. She quickly logged onto the forum and glanced at the current homepage.

The page is still the same, but the posts pushed to you have changed drastically, and even the trending news is different.

The trending topics list, which used to consist of the political news she usually followed, is now mixed with more things:
#Ideal Thirteen Cities launches recruitment plan for 10,000 people; labor shortage in manufacturing reaches historical peak.#
#Top livestreamer Sang Xiaoxiao experiences sudden health warning, causing concern as her livestream with millions of fans is postponed#
#Large numbers of homeless people are huddled along major transportation routes and hubs; the heiress of the Rose Group states: they will not be evicted.#
#Shocking! A gang leader in a certain city brutally murdered hundreds of people, leaving the local people in dire straits: they yearn for the return of veterans.#
#BlackEyePharmacy Takes Bloody Takeover of Hope Base#
Jiang Jianxin looked at the brand-new trending list, which was clearly news about ordinary people. The human condition that she could never see when she looked down was finally fully displayed before her eyes.

She didn't rush to click in to read it; instead, she glanced at the writers of these news articles.

Unlike the previous trending news stories, which featured a diverse range of authors from various backgrounds and influential figures, these grassroots news stories were all written by Baili Song.

Jiang Jianxin thought of the journalist's several accounts with tens of millions of followers, and belatedly realized that a large portion of those followers did not seem to be the same group that had been infatuated with her when she first created the account.

She has already transitioned to a different path.

Intuition popped into my head again, and I said.

She couldn't have built her current career by simply creating a persona to attract romantic partners; she did that initially only to quickly accumulate start-up capital.

[In fact, she was among the first gifted individuals to focus on the plight of the underprivileged. After launching her account, she dedicated herself to reporting on grassroots news, helping people survive in the new society, breaking down information blockades imposed by television stations, and guiding them to live better lives.]

A ripple of intuition stirred in my mind:
[It was precisely because she touched upon too many sensitive topics that she faced a barrage of attacks from television stations. Later, she allied with Wen Yu, using his virtual talents to build a defense, allowing her to survive in the cracks. However, now that her foundation is solid and she basically controls the grassroots news market, she no longer needs A Yu much.]

Intuition concludes:
Of all the people in the journalism industry, only she is called a "journalist," not because of her fame, but because only she deserves that title.

I didn't update last night because I planned to do a double update today. I posted a free chapter about the work to you all; you can see it on Qidian, but I don't know why you can't see it on Hongxiu (maybe you can see it but I don't know where it is, because I'm not very familiar with Hongxiu Σ(゜゜)). Then I added a note about the absence in the author's notes in the last chapter. If I don't update on time in the future, please pay attention to the chapters about the work and the author's notes in the last chapter (╥_╥). I'm really at my wit's end. Before, both apps would notify me when I asked for leave in the chapters about the work, but now my reader account suddenly isn't receiving notifications. Can Yuewen please fix its broken app? (╥_╥)