Chapter 72: The Mob
"That mob..." Annabelle hesitated for a moment. She didn't think the KKK was of any use.
"The people's hearts can be used, of course, but they can only play a guiding role. Whether public opinion can be formed in the end still requires the participation of the public. But it is enough to start." Sheffield said in a persuasive manner, "It is most appropriate to use the guise of patriotism. This matter must be carried out as soon as possible. Otherwise, after the Venezuelan crisis is resolved, I am afraid it will take several years before we get another chance."
"Then do it. We can give you the telegrams from the agricultural and livestock associations of various states, and we will make them accurate to the last detail!" Annabelle showed the spirit that had supported the family business for decades. "What the newspapers should and shouldn't say actually depends on what we want them to say. I don't want to, and I can't say a single word more. When the time comes, make a report for me with the money needed to acquire the newspapers. Go!"
Public opinion, if used properly, can kill people, especially ordinary people, such as naughty children, sexual harassment, cyber violence, manipulation of public opinion, premeditated revenge, human flesh search, etc. The same thing can be written into any position in pursuit of click rate. Black and white are not important. What is important is the traffic it brings.
Of course, if public opinion is not properly controlled, it will inevitably backfire. However, Sheffield is not afraid of this. He has enough power to resist such backlash, and there is no better way to be invincible than to be linked to patriotism.
"Padra, go find some newspapers with good circulation. Ask them to write some calm, objective and neutral reports, no matter if they are editors-in-chief, responsible editors or anything else. Give them whatever money you want. Cool down the Venezuelan crisis. Find out where the owners, editors-in-chief and responsible persons of the target newspapers live and whether they have children. I want all their information to prepare for future mergers and acquisitions." Annabell took a sip of milk tea and said lightly, "Distributors who have contact with their families can help. As long as these newspapers publish reports that are contrary to the will of the citizens of the United States, they are spies of the British Empire and bastards instructed by foreign forces. We will send out their home addresses when the time comes."
Although this idea was thought up by the heir, Annabell learned it completely by herself. She completed all the details in her mind in an instant, including how to bribe, how to sell out the other party, how to use the back-pocket strategy when bribing, which groups of people can be used, and which groups of people spread false information. All the details came to her mind.
"I'll convey it right away!" Padella nodded slightly and walked out of the living room cautiously.
Freedom of speech has its limits, and it is always threatened in extraordinary times. After the conflict between the colonies and Britain intensified, publishers were forced to choose sides. Publishers who supported Britain were threatened with death and expelled, and some printing houses were destroyed. Even during the Civil War, publishers who supported the federal government could not escape unscathed.
Annabelle had to say that the heir had a good vision and happened to see the space for upstream operations at this point in time. In fact, it involved the vital interests of the United States. The major newspapers in the United States have always been consistent with the government. The people are warlike and the government is warlike, so naturally there will be no calm, objective and neutral party in the newspapers.
Because this would be seen as surrender, and the major journalists would not want to ruin their jobs. However, the situation in the Venezuelan crisis is slightly different. The United States is acting as if it will do whatever it takes, but in London's eyes, it is just a child crying and not knowing the immensity of the world.
The fact is that people don't take you seriously. Even if the matter is big, it is not so important under the cover of time. Time is the best way to dilute everything. The enthusiasm of the citizens of the United States is also fading little by little with time. It is not impossible for a calm, objective and neutral party to appear at this time, not to mention that there is money to be made. Since the enthusiasm is declining, who would dislike the money?
"I'm sorry, everyone! I've just had you go back and it's not long since we met again, but this time I need your help!" Sheffield, who had just met the convener of the KKK, didn't say much politely and went straight to the point. "In fact, this is what you are best at, which is to convene citizens for rallies. Isn't that what you did in front of the state court in New Orleans? You must be familiar with such occasions, right?"
Sheffield had to turn around and recall the mob as the old Buddha called it, but the mob also has its own value, if he didn't think they were useful. When he wanted to do something today, he couldn't find a suitable executor. Although he slapped himself in the face a little too quickly, it didn't matter, as long as there was a good result.
"But didn't you forbid us to do this last time?" Conley was unable to come to his senses. It seemed like only a few days had passed. Wasn't this change of attitude too fast?
"That's different. Last time you were breaking the law, and as a citizen of the United States, I had to stop this behavior. But this time you are patriotic, and no one dares to say no to your opportunity. Moreover, this is also a show of support for the federal government's tough stance. At a minimum, it is to rally people's hearts and minds to support the national policy of the United States. At a maximum, this is for the freedom and democracy of the entire Western Hemisphere, to resist the imperialist hegemony of Britain, and the people of the entire America support you." Sheffield rolled his eyes. He now admired himself a little. He was obviously just trying to make some patriotic money, but he made it sound so high-sounding.
The mob has its own uses, and fortunately ordinary people are the mob, otherwise Sheffield would be more sleepless than the British. Whether the country is weak or not, and whether the citizens have dignity, these actually have nothing to do with him. As long as there is no revolution, everything can be negotiated.
"Don't worry, I will send people to the farmers and livestock associations in various places to wait and contact them by telegram. There will be people behind you to support you." Sheffield encouraged these newly-formed KKK members and said that everything was in my hands. Referees, circumstantial witnesses, as well as the organizers and co-organizers, all the units were my people, how could they fight me?
In this era, the news industry in the United States does not even have Jack Ma, who controls dozens of media including Weibo. Not to mention Murdoch's News Corporation, which has influence on the world. Since there is no such person, Sheffield will not be polite. Now he wants to try to make the uncrowned king lick his knees. At present, he does not have any ambitious goals, but just wants to give it a try.
Reports calling for peaceful coexistence with the British Empire began to appear in United States newspapers several months after the Venezuelan crisis lasted. Based on the principles of calm, objectivity and neutrality, they showed that the current United States was still very weak and was no match for the world police, the British Empire, and should return to a policy of isolation and develop itself well.
(End of this chapter)
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