Chapter 159 158. Start the war!

After handing the video evidence to Eric, Lawyer Meserio hurried to the police station.

Eric looked gloomily at the staff of Dream Manor behind him. All of them were now in a state of trepidation.

But it’s not their fault. Faced with dozens of armed policemen, who symbolize the country’s public power, who among the ordinary people would dare to resist?

He waved his hand and said, "You guys go your separate ways. Be careful to protect the scene and don't let anyone in, especially Maikou's room. Remember that?"

Everyone nodded in agreement and returned to their respective posts.

Everyone left, and Eric looked at the time. It was almost 11 o'clock.

The night is still long enough.

I called Chen Xing directly and the call was connected instantly. He was always keeping an eye on things.

"Chen Xing, I have a few things for you to do. Remember them clearly."

"Okay, boss. Go ahead."

"First thing, pass on my order to immediately mobilize five outdoor projection vehicles. They must be the largest models, and bring all the equipment to Neverland Ranch in Santa Barbara."

"Boss, what time is it?"

"Right now, call the relevant staff immediately. Any questions?"

"no problem."

"The second thing is, check what businesses and companies are around the Santa Barbara Police Department. I need to rent their space."

"The third thing is to contact landmark buildings, such as the Nasdaq screen, Times Square, Sunset Boulevard, Fifth Avenue and other places with large traffic, and rent advertising space to me. Don't be stingy with the money, the more the better."

"The fourth thing is to find a middleman to hire a group of people, the more the better, to gather on time at 8 a.m. tomorrow, and then surround the Santa Barbara Police Department in batches to protest."

"The last thing is to contact Yahoo, Google and other Internet companies to buy advertising space for me."

"As for why I asked you to do these things, I will give you a video. You will understand after watching it. After watching it, you must use your subjective initiative and make things bigger. Remember?"

"And don't forget the major TV stations. They love chasing hot topics. This time I'm going to create something big for them."

"Remember that, boss."

"Okay, do it now, and work hard."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xing immediately got out of bed, quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go out.

He sensed anger in Eric's tone and had no idea what was going on.

He has been with Eric for more than half a year, and this is the first time he has seen his boss make such a big fuss.

"Son, what are you going to do so late?"

"There is something urgent to deal with at the company. Mom and Dad, you should go to bed early."

"You are still working overtime now, will you come back?" my mother asked with some concern.

"I guess I won't be able to come back, so here I go!"

At Neverland Ranch, Eric made a second call, this time to Fitz Heisenberg.

"Boss, I'm Fitz."

Eric didn't waste time talking to him: "Come to the Neverland Ranch in Santa Barbara right now. I have something for you to do."

Fitz Heisenberg was confused. What the hell was going on so late at night?

"Boss, what's up?"

"You know my relationship with Michael Jackson."

"Everyone knows that you two are good friends."

"Yes, Jackson's home has been illegally invaded by the police. I have a video here. Come and watch it, and then think of a solution. Tomorrow I will let all Facebook users know about this."

Feeling the murderous intent in Eric's words, Fitz did not dare to delay and quickly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Eric looked up at the sky. It was a cloudy day and it was a bit dull, so he couldn't see any stars.

If he wants to force public power to make concessions, the only thing he can use with the resources he currently has is public opinion.

It’s just right, just as a rehearsal before the war with Sony Music.

It was not until after two o'clock in the morning that FitzHeisenberg arrived at Neverland Ranch first.

After jumping out of the car and arranging for the driver to take a rest, the two found a laptop and started watching the video.

Since it was shot at a close distance and the equipment used by Maikou was relatively advanced, the video clarity was very good and you could accurately see the appearance of each police officer.

"Fitz, now Facebook can only send text and pictures, and videos are definitely not allowed. But I want to use Facebook as an excellent information dissemination platform. Do you have any good ideas?"

Fitz asked what to do before coming so that he could think of countermeasures on the way.

He was a smart man and had a plan in mind.

"Boss, as a social media, in principle, it should not be biased. Once it loses its impartiality, it will inevitably cause annoyance to some people."

"Fortunately, we are on the side of justice in this matter, which will reduce the number of people who resist. However, we still cannot be too blatant, and we need a fig leaf."

"But fortunately, this is our first software and there is no precedent, so we are still in the exploratory stage of how to operate it. This is a good excuse."

"I was thinking of simply editing the incident briefly, taking a few surveillance screenshots, and sending them to all Facebook users."

"But we can't just express our support for Jackson directly. We need to package it in a way that, for example, we can launch a public opinion survey on whether public power can be abused."

"You can design a few options below. Americans like to vote. No matter what, at least it will look more comfortable."

After Fitz finished speaking, he looked at Eric and said, "Boss, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Eric couldn't think of a good solution for a moment, so he said simply: "It's hard for you to come up with a plan in such a short time. Let's do as you say."

"Okay, Facebook's current user base has almost covered all colleges and universities in the United States. College students are easy to incite and have a strong sense of justice. I think the effect will be good."

As he said this, he took charge and began to write the tweets sentence by sentence.

Eric watched from the side and found that his choice of words was very sophisticated. It seemed neutral, but it was somewhat inflammatory and secretly critical.

How to describe it? It's similar to the various investigative reports released by the government.

"Fitz, you know this?" Eric was a little surprised.

Fitz smiled slightly: "Boss, I have not only worked in technology, but also in planning and public relations before. It's just that I chose technology in the end, so I know a little bit."

"You are such a talent! The 21st century needs people like you."

"Boss, take a break. I'll call you when you're done and you can review it again."

Eric nodded, and couldn't help but sigh that it felt good to have power in your hands. With just one sentence, you could make a large number of people get up in the middle of the night to serve you.

When I rise in the future, YouTube and Facebook will not be enough, so I will create Twitter, Instagram, TikTok and the like.

Then it would be best to lobby Congress to amend the antitrust law. Of course, this is too difficult, even more difficult than Disney lobbying Congress to amend the copyright law and extend Mickey Mouse's copyright.

A lower level is to allow some competitors to exist, but not to allow them to become bigger and stronger. The position of the leader must be held by oneself, and the mainstream voice channels must be in one's own hands.

By that time, let’s see who dares to make any small moves. First, we will block your account and then launch cyber violence.

The other party will feel that they are surrounded by enemies from all directions, and if they can't kill you by scolding you, they will make you socially dead.

From memory, public opinion warfare will only become more important and more effective in the future.

It’s a democratic and free country, it’s a place of freedom of speech, it’s a beacon.

He fell asleep quickly while lying on the sofa. He didn't know how long it had been before he heard someone calling him and opened his eyes.

"Boss, I've already written the tweet, please take a look."

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Shaking his head, Eric looked at the time. It was just past three in the morning.

He perked up and read the article carefully. After reading it, he looked up to Fitz Heisenberg even more. The subtle satire and criticism were just right for him. This was exactly what he wanted.

Thinking about the three people he recruited, it seems that the most capable one at the moment is undoubtedly Fitz, and Robert Murren is also okay, but Howard Hughes can only do technical work, and with his personality, he can forget about managing a company.

"Well done. Everyone will push the results on time at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Also, don't forget the final voting results. You can look at the data. We must see it through to the end."

Fitz nodded: "I know what to do. Besides, the boss has something else to report to you."

"Regarding the celebrity fan ranking event you arranged, I think now is a good opportunity. This event is bound to make more people sympathize with Jackson."

"At this critical moment, his number of fans will definitely increase dramatically, and there will be absolutely no problem with being number one."

"But it would be a waste of this activity to only rank the top ten candidates. I suggest that we promote the top ten candidates and compile their biographies so that more people can get to know them."

It is clear at a glance that this suggestion is naturally aimed at promoting, clarifying, and even mythifying Maikou.

Eric thought for a moment and said, "It's a great idea, but I'm worried that too much is as bad as too little. Will frequent push notifications cause people to rebel? In the end, it will backfire."

Fitz smiled and said, "At worst, we can just do it this time. Isn't the understanding of the majority more valuable than the rebellion of a few?"

"That makes sense, let's do it."

More than half an hour later, strong lights appeared outside the Neverland Ranch, and five large open-air screening vehicles arrived, accompanied by hundreds of MGM staff.

Logistics director Asherkin and a few others quickly walked up to Eric to report.

"Boss, the equipment is here. It's the most advanced in the company. You can arrange anything."

Eric handed him the USB drive and pointed to the inside of the gate of Dream Manor: "Have a car deployed at this location, and then play the video in the USB drive."

“Several other cars”

Eric was just about to call Chen Xing to ask about the progress of the matter, but as soon as he touched the phone, the little guy started crying first.

"Chen Xing, how is the matter going?"

"Boss, everything else has been done. The only things left are the landmark buildings like Times Square and the Nasdaq screen. I'll contact them during the day. As long as the money is enough, it won't be a big problem."

"Good job, keep your eyes on what's next." Eric praised.

He turned to look at Asherkin and said, "Take the remaining four vehicles to the vicinity of the Santa Barbara Police Station. Chen Xing will tell you the location. Don't draw attention to yourself for now."

"When it's daytime, I'll try to force the police to hold a press conference, and then we'll all act together. I want to see what those guys look like then."

Asherkin took the order and left. After working for a while, the projection car was finally ready.

All I saw was a huge electronic screen being supported by several brackets and sent high into the sky. Then the picture changed, and surveillance video of the police wreaking havoc appeared on the screen.

Eric nodded. Very good. This was the effect he wanted.

A few hours passed quickly, and Mike had been detained in the police station for more than twelve hours.

But with lawyer Meserio by my side, the cops would definitely not dare to do anything wrong.

Generally speaking, a person who has been summoned for detention must be released after a maximum of 24 hours, or half a day.

As the time approached nine o'clock, the streets became densely populated and the police station began to work as usual.

But the two police officers who were walking and eating donuts clearly felt something was wrong. They found that the crowd seemed to be intentionally gathering towards the police station.

Influential media outlets such as the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post, Fox News, and ABC Online also arrived one after another.

Yesterday afternoon, after Maikou was detained, several local tabloids had already blocked the entrance of the police station.

However, the influence of these tabloids is too weak to open the door of the police station, so they can only wait and hope that they can seize the opportunity to interview when Mike is released.

As Eric got the message across, Yahoo News, Google and other websites published news in the middle of the night that Neverland Ranch was raided and Michael was taken away.

These major newspapers were keenly aware that big news was about to happen. The child molestation case that had been silent for a while must have undergone a major change, so they drove and flew to Santa Barbara overnight.

Behind the media, more and more people crossed the street and gathered towards the police station. Some of them held simple signs with words such as "Against discrimination" and "Against abuse of public power for private gain" written on them.

The number of people is increasing and the scale is getting bigger and bigger.

One hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people, and gradually increased to five hundred people. In the end, the number was so large that it was impossible to count.

Among them were not only people hired by Eric, but also many Mike fans who lived nearby. The open space and streets in front of the police station were blocked.

Many people who were strolling or working had to stop and watch the fun. It was the same all over the world, so these people also joined in.

In Dream Manor, a black lady named Siti came over with a plate in her hand. She is an elder here.

"Mr. Cooper, please eat something. I see you have been busy all night and have not had any rest."

After looking at the other person, Eric picked up a glass of milk and drank it intermittently.

"Alas! Poor Michael, there are always people who want to harm him, and there are always people who don't want to let him go! Mr. Cooper, why hasn't Michael come back yet? Is he okay?"

Eric shook his head slightly: "No, don't worry, Siti."

"Mr. Cooper, will you get him out?"

Eric hummed softly, checked the time, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and sent a pre-edited text message.

Let the war begin! (End of this chapter)