Volume 12: Cafe Heroes Chapter 26 Processing (Part 2)
Light is not such a weak thing, just as justice must be strong and invincible.
This kind of thing would definitely be understood by those who reached the top, because once you reach the top of the planet, you will inevitably come into contact with everything in the starry sea, and you will also know some legends and stories that happened in the vast starry sky. Among them, the Holy Light faction, which usually jokes and jokes with you but has a little sense of justice, is particularly eye-catching.
They created the most terrifying military team in the world. They defeated all enemies who dared to stand against them. They tore apart the so-called endless abyss and hell in hell, and fought to the end of the malice of this world. Even now, they began to blast through the void and began to march towards the nothingness that did not even exist. The bright and shining flag even passed through space and time. If it were not for the last moment when all the vassal troops defected and made the expedition unsustainable, perhaps this world would have already become the territory of the Holy Light.
But this kind of thing is just a legend. Looking at the idol who is training hard, writing novels or poems honestly, and stubbornly adapting other people's ideas in his own way, the stupid communication company, although knowing that they have a lot of money and are willing to spend money, can't help but feel a little foolish in their hearts. Say one thing and do another behind the back. Anyway, betrayal won't kill anyone. Isn't it enough for everyone to make money and be happy for their own masters? Basically, people who deal with both the Holy Light and the Demons will have this mentality, and they are happy to be the middleman.
Think about it, on one side is a good person who can make you a lot of money, give you all kinds of beautiful women and all kinds of good things, and on the other side is a stupid person who works so hard that he doesn't even want to do things like bribe the upper class. It's obvious which direction you tend to go, isn't it? As for the legends in the starry sky?
That must be just a legend. It is from another organization called Holy Light. Anyway, it has nothing to do with this place.
That is why they would do all sorts of small actions that touch the bottom line, or even cross the bottom line, secretly stir up some rhetoric that is full of malice towards humanity, and then spread it.
There is no punishment for speaking, and people cannot be guilty of their words. In fact, before the real punishment comes, the criminals all think this way. The entertainment media staff present also think the same way, and they are very happy to see this scene. Then until this group of domineering presidents saw the figure standing in the corner.
"I think you can understand me. I'm not from the cultural department, I'm from the martial arts department. I just happened to have a vacation recently, so I came here for business."
Pressing the newspaper, Li Lin looked at the blond man in front of him who could play the role of a president, and showed a perfect smile.
"But to my surprise, many not-so-good things happened on this planet. I believe you know about this, right? It involves another company, and it's a scandal like this, deliberately smearing the Holy Light Department. You must know about this kind of thing, so tell me, who asked you to do this?"
"Very, many of them are self-media, or it is difficult to conduct detailed review when we publish articles, please understand this. Although we have many reporters and editors under our command as a cultural communication company, we are a free cultural communication media, and they can operate according to their own ideas. I don't have much right to interfere with other people's ideas. Of course, if you feel insulted or contemptuous, I am willing to stop these files in my personal name-"
"Do you really think I'm a knowledgeable soldier, or do you still not know how we deal with traitors? Hmm?"
The light is eroding.
In his eyes, the light around him was constantly fading. It was as if all the light was concentrated on that figure. Almost endless fear enveloped him, and his brain began to feel a biting cold.
"Self-media, free media people, in other words, are platforms for displaying culture and ideas. They blindly follow and approve through speech, and this is true for celebrities, anchors, authors, and other similar people who can spread information. In essence, it is the act of consuming and spreading one's own ideas and thoughts for profit or pure self-satisfaction. Information always carries a personal color, but it always causes some people's displeasure."
"However, it is undeniable that this is a meme, this is culture. The words of a big person - no matter how he gathers the audience - will form a circle among his audience, and a circle will also be deflected by the thoughts and behaviors of that person. Drastic changes will not be recognized, but subtly, but the interaction of information completed through communication and complaints can spread ideas, behaviors, and behaviors. The more people this affects, the more audiences there are, and the larger the scope, eventually it will become popular culture, and eventually it will become a new mass, just like the previous generation."
"But I think this is an environment that should be constrained, not a wild growth. Reckless freedom will bring unpredictable courage, and this inexplicable courage will bring disastrous consequences. We all know that everything is caused not by understanding, but by ignorance. Driven by this courage and interests, what do you think they will do?"
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"Yes, just like what you are doing now, you are betraying us and self-righteously doing what you think is rational and right. My colleagues may ignore it, but I won't. I am just a warm-hearted non-staff member. But I am a tolerant person after all. You have three days to think about it, and I am waiting for your good news."
Don't let me down, Mr. President.
The figure gave a mysterious smile, and disappeared in an instant as if the signal was bad.
Looking at the banquet that had regained its brightness and was filled with people, it was as if he was seeing a dream. He couldn't help but grab a waiter passing by and ask him about the figure just now, but all he got was a blank and innocent look.
"Here? Has anyone appeared here? Sir, do you need some help?"
"...No, I haven't."
Nothing at all .
Looking at the gray threads twisting wildly in the man's eyes, the president fell silent.
