Chapter 161 158 The War Begins!

Chapter 159 158. Start the war!

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

Eric looked at the staff of Dream Manor behind him with a gloomy look. These people were now in a state of fear and trepidation.

But it was not their fault. Facing dozens of policemen with guns, symbolizing the public power of the country, who would dare to resist?

He waved his hand: "You go your own way, pay attention to protecting the scene, don't let anyone enter casually, especially Maikou's room, remember?"

Everyone nodded and returned to their posts.

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

The night was still long, enough.

He called Chen Xing directly, and the other side answered instantly. He always paid attention.

"Chen Xing, I have a few things for you, remember them."

"Okay, boss, go ahead."

"First, pass on my order, immediately mobilize 5 outdoor projection vehicles, the largest models, and bring all the equipment to Santa Barbara Dream Manor."

"Boss, what time do you want?"

"Right now, gather the relevant employees immediately, any questions?"

"No problem."

"Second, check what businesses and companies are around the Santa Barbara Police Department, I need to rent their venues."

"Third, contact landmark buildings, Nasdaq screens, Times Square, Sunset Boulevard, Fifth Avenue and other areas with large traffic, rent advertising space for me, don't be stingy with money, the more the better."

"Fourth "I'm going to do this. Find a middleman to hire a group of people. The more the better. 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 providers to buy advertising space for me."

"As for why I asked you to do these things, I will give you a video. You will know after watching it. After watching it, you should take the initiative to make things bigger. Remember?"

"And don't forget the major TV stations. Don't they like to chase hot spots? This time I will create a big melon for them to eat."

"Remember, boss."

"Okay, do it now. It's hard work."

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

He felt the anger in Eric's tone, and didn't know what happened.

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, it's so late, what are you going to do?"

"The company has urgent matters to deal with, mom and dad, you should go to bed early."

"You are still working overtime now, will you come back?" Mom asked with some distress.

"I guess I won't be able to come back, just like that, I'm leaving!"

At the Dream Manor, Eric made another call, this time to Fitz Heisenberg.

"Boss, this is Fitz."

Eric didn't waste time with him: "Come to the Dream Manor in Santa Barbara immediately, I have something to arrange for you to do."

Fitz Heisenberg was confused, what the hell was going on at this time of night.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"You know the relationship between me and 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 take a look, and then work out a solution. Tomorrow I will let all Facebook users know about this."

Feeling the murderous intent in Eric's words, Fitz didn't dare to neglect it and hurriedly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Eric looked up at the sky. It was cloudy and stuffy, and he couldn't see the stars.

If he wanted to force public power to make concessions, the only thing he could use with the resources he had now was public opinion.

It was just right, so he could treat it as a rehearsal before the war with Sony Music.

It was not until after two o'clock in the morning that Fitz Heisenberg arrived at the Dream Manor first.

He jumped out of the car and arranged for the driver to rest. The two found a laptop and started watching the video.

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

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

Before Fitz came, he asked what he was going to do, just to think about countermeasures on the way.

He was a man with a quick mind, and he had a countermeasure in his 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, but we still can't be too blatant, we need a fig leaf."

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

"I am considering simply editing this matter briefly, and then taking a few surveillance screenshots and sending them to all Facebook users."

"But you can't support Jackson directly, but you have to package it, such as launching a social 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 speaking, Fitz looked at Eric: "Boss, what do you think of my suggestion?"

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

"Okay, Facebook's current user base includes almost 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 spoke, he took it upon himself to write the tweet sentence by sentence.

Eric watched from the sidelines and found that his choice of words was very sophisticated, seemingly neutral, but actually inflammatory and implicitly critical.

How to describe it? It is similar to various investigative reports issued by the government.

"Fitz, do you still understand this?" Eric was a little surprised.

Fitz smiled slightly: "Boss, I have not only done technology, I have also done planning and public relations before, but I chose technology in the end, so I have a little understanding of it."

"What a talent. Talents like you are needed in the 21st century."

"Boss, you go 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 hand. With just one sentence, a large number of people could get up in the middle of the night to serve you.

When they rise in the future, how can YouTube and Facebook be satisfied and develop Twitter, Instagram, Douyin and the like.

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

The lower level is to allow some competitors to exist, but not to allow them to become bigger and stronger. You must hold the position of the leader, and you must control the mainstream voice channels in your own hands.

At that time, whoever dares to do something small will first block your account, and then launch an online violence.

The other party will feel that they are overwhelming and surrounded by enemies on all sides, and even if they can’t scold you to death, they will make you die socially.

According to memory, public opinion warfare will only become more important and easier to use in the future.

A democratic and free country, free speech, a beacon.

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

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

Shaking his head, Eric looked at the time and saw that it was just past three o'clock in the middle of the night.

He cheered up and read the article carefully. After reading it, he took an even higher look at Fitzheisenberg, sarcastically and criticizing it. It was so right, and this was what he wanted.

Thinking about the three people I have recruited, Fitz seems to be the most capable at present. Robert Mirren can also do it, but Howard Hughes can only do technology, so forget about managing the company with his personality.

"Well done. We will push it to everyone on time at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. Also, don't forget the final voting results. You can look at the data. We must keep the beginning and end."

Fitz nodded: "I understand what to do, and the boss also wants to report something to you."

"As for the star fan number ranking event you arranged, I think now is a good opportunity. This event will definitely make more people sympathize with Jackson."

"At this critical juncture, the number of his fans will definitely increase dramatically. There will be absolutely no problem with being number one."

"But just ranking the before and after is not a waste of this event. I suggest that the top ten candidates be promoted and biographies of their characters be compiled so that more people can understand them."

This suggestion can be seen at a glance, and it is naturally aimed at promotion, clarification, and even mythology.

Eric thought about it for a moment: "The idea is great, but I am worried that too much is not enough. Will frequent push push people have a rebellious mentality? In the end, it will be counterproductive."

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

"It makes sense, then let's do it."

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

Logistics supervisor Asher King and several people quickly walked to Eric to report.

"Boss, the equipment is all here. It is the most advanced in the company. If you need anything, please arrange it."

Eric handed him the USB flash drive and pointed to the inside of the gate of Neverland: "Let a car roll out at this location, and then play the video in the USB flash drive."

"Several other cars"

Eric was 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 calling first.

"Chen Xing, how did things go?"

"Boss, all other things have been taken care of. Only landmark buildings like Times Square and the Nasdaq Screen are left. I will contact them during the day. As long as the money is enough, it won't be a big problem."

"Well done, keep focusing on what's behind." Eric praised.

He turned to look at Asherkin: "Take the remaining four cars and go to the area around the Santa Barbara Police Station. Chen Xing will tell you the location. Don't attract attention for the time being."

"When it's daytime, I will try to force the police station to hold a press conference, and then they will act together with me. I would like to see the faces of those guys then."

Asherkin took the order and left. After working for a while, the projection truck was finally ready to be completed.

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

Eric nodded, very good, this is the effect he wanted.

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

However, with lawyer Meserio by his side, the cops would definitely not dare to mess around.

Generally speaking, people who are summoned for detention must be released for a maximum of 24 hours, and there is still half a day.

As the time approached nine o'clock, the streets became crowded and the police station began to work normally.

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

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

Yesterday afternoon, after Michael was detained, several local tabloids had actually blocked the door of the police station.

However, these tabloids were too weak to open the door of the police station, so they could only wait and hope that they could seize the opportunity to interview Michael when he was released.

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

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

Behind the media, more and more people crossed the road and gathered at the police station. Some people even carried simple signs with words such as "oppose discrimination" and "oppose the abuse of public power for private purposes".

The number of people increased, and the scale became larger and larger.

One hundred people, two hundred people, three hundred people, gradually increased to five hundred people, and finally the number of people was too large to be counted.

Among them were not only people hired by Eric, but also many Michael fans who were close by. 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 excitement. It was the same all over the world, and these people also joined in.

At Neverland Ranch, black aunt Siti came over with a plate. She was an old man here.

"Mr. Cooper, have something to eat. I see you've been busy all night and haven't had a rest."

Looking at the other party, 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? Will he be okay?"

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

"Mr. Cooper, will you rescue him?"

Eric hummed softly, looked at the time, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent out an edited text message.

Start the war!