Chapter 1255 The power of the pen (seeking a monthly ticket)
Seeing those reporters go straight past the creditors and surround him, Mr. De Rossi was filled with hatred.
No need to ask, these reporters are sent by Lorraine to make themselves look bad...
After staying in Maple Leaf Danlin for several months, Mr. De Rossi has experienced the influence of the so-called civilized society and clearly understands what a "journalist" is.
At first, when he heard that the reporter was called the "Uncrowned King", Mr. De Rossi was shocked: With such an awesome title, he couldn't be a new type of mage, right?
Later, after many things happened and I read newspapers every day, I finally realized: the so-called reporters are just a bunch of pen writers who work for others for money.
They run around doing interviews, editing, and writing articles in newspapers.
Although those reporters all claim to be very good, saying that their reports are fair and objective, neutral in attitude, based on facts, and based on morality...
It is said that this glorious title of 'Uncrowned King' was bestowed upon him personally by Lord Lorraine, who founded the newspaper and journalist industry.
And after those reporters wore halos with this attribute on their heads, they actually regarded themselves as kings, as if they were a group of white angels.
In short, apart from the great God of Light, they have the cleanest butts.
However, Mr. De Rossi is not an idiot either.
He clearly knew that these reporters were actually a group of bird people.
As the saying goes, "If you have milk, you are a mother."
No matter how pure reporters may boast about themselves, there is one thing they cannot avoid: they are not gods, and they have to live with a salary.
Whoever receives the salary will naturally have to listen to whoever says it.
In fact, they are just a bunch of lackadaisical servants who use pens as weapons.
However, their battle is not on the battlefield, but in newspapers. By creating various public opinions, they burnish their own reputation and attack the opponent's reputation, ultimately achieving the goal of annihilating the enemy.
Moreover, Mr. De Rossi also had to admit that as a tool of public opinion, newspapers are no less powerful than the army.
Journalists are much more efficient at killing people than samurai.
He had seen several high-ranking officials in Maple Leaf Danlin. The day before, they were well-dressed and high-ranking nobles.
But the next day, when the newspaper reported some scandal about them, their reputation was immediately ruined. They were despised by everyone like shit.
After going out, even the aunt who sold vegetables didn't bother to answer, and she suffered heavy psychological and physical bullying. In the end, she could only roll out of Maple Leaf Danlin with the bloody scratches of the reporters.
Moreover, as a noble, he also had reason to believe that after those explosive scandals broke out, those dignitaries could no longer gain a foothold in the aristocratic circle of their own country. They could only live in isolation and live in isolation for the rest of their lives.
For a noble, there is no punishment more serious than this.
The so-called "thousands of people point out" and end without a cure is nothing more than this.
This shows how powerful these bastards are!
Especially in this era, newspapers are still in the hands of a few people. They are not like what Lord Lorraine was familiar with in later generations. Dozens or hundreds of newspapers are divided into different camps to attack each other. As a result, there are too many opinions and
The readers are divided. They are confused and don’t know who to believe.
Under the current situation, because of the complete asymmetry of information, whoever the boss dislikes is a bad person, and whoever the boss likes is a good person.
for example
Classmate Savile from c has done so many bad things, and his taste is so strong. There have been 450 victims alone, and he has been doing it for more than ten years.
What's the result?
It was a year and a half after his death that the news broke.
This is said to be the most fair
c.
The German Minister of Defense had to lose his position because of such a small mistake as plagiarism in his doctoral thesis.
If you're good, you're good. It's okay if you're not good.
If it’s not good, it’s not good. If it’s good, it’s not good.
This is the power of the media.
Therefore, when he saw those so-called reporters walking through the crowd, Mr. De Rossi already knew that he was about to become famous, although before that, he was already famous enough.
"Nai'an Economic Observer" magazine, as soon as you hear the name, you will know that it is Lorraine's subordinate.
"Red Maple Leaf", the official newspaper of Maple Leaf Danlin, does it need to be mentioned?
He must also be close to Lorraine.
There was only one newspaper, the "Flagbearer", which was not well-known in the local area. Needless to say, it was definitely invited by his creditor.
Once several newspapers and magazines published the scandal about his debts, De Rossi's name would become notorious.
Not to mention, in order to increase circulation, newspapers and periodicals in other countries will definitely rush to reprint it, and at the same time, those pen-wielding bastards will definitely add more oil and vinegar to it. No one knows how much more they will pour on him.
dirty water.
This time, it would be impossible for him, Mr. De Rossi, not to be infamy for eternity.
Moreover, he couldn't refuse face to face.
Because once you do that, you refuse to defend yourself.
Those brats will bite you harder and harder like crazy dogs.
Just write this sentence in the newspaper: "Attention, when our reporter interviewed Mr. De Rossi, he seemed to be stabbed in a sore spot, suddenly became hysterical, and then madly attacked our neutral, fair and objective reporter.
We don’t know what the reason is.”
Then the readers can use their terrible imagination to accuse Mr. De Rossi of various crimes, such as "madman, rabies patient, alien pretender, infected with flower disease..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in his heart. At this time, Mr. De Rossi realized the difficulty of going against Lorraine.
The blow from Nai'an was all-round.
The more Mr. De Rossi thought about it, the more he resented it, and thought to himself: It is probably that Lorraine who caused the leak of his whereabouts.
He had been careful enough along the way, not taking the sea route, and trying to be as quiet as possible on the way. He did not wear his family crest on the car, and his servants did not wear uniforms, pretending to be just like ordinary people.
However, he was caught right away by the creditors right next to the border.
When his motorcade was passing by just now, the creditors suddenly rushed out from both sides, surrounded the motorcade without any bright signs, and then accurately called Mr. De Rossi's name.
In fact, his guess was correct. After traveling thousands of miles, De Rossi even set off smoke several times. Only venture capital companies could accurately grasp his whereabouts.
It was the venture capital firm that notified reporters, who in turn notified De Rossi's creditors. Wait here.
"Lorraine, wait, I'm not done with you~!" Mr. De Rossi cursed bitterly in his heart.
Schwartz was very excited when he heard the name reporter. He enthusiastically took the hand of a reporter next to him and said excitedly: "You are reporters, that's great."
Mr. De Rossi looked on with cold eyes and cursed in his heart: You old man, keep acting, let me see what kind of drama you can perform today.
Mr. De Rossi can guarantee that Schwartz, an old coward, must have never heard of the word reporter before today.
The female reporter from the "Nai'an Economic Observer" was the first to speak and said: "Yes. Our reporters, when they hear there is news here, come and take a look. You can rest assured that we will uphold a fair, impartial and completely neutral position and objectively publish the news in the magazine."
Report on today's events.
May I ask gentlemen, why do you want to block this gentleman here? Do you know that it is wrong to restrict personal freedom?"
Schwartz seemed to be crying. He wiped his eyes with his arm and said, "Journalist, you have to make the decision for us~!
We swear to the God of Light. We have no ill intentions, we just have some debt disputes with Mr. De Rossi, please make it clear to him."
"Debt dispute?" The female reporter nodded and said, "Our Economic Observer magazine specializes in reporting financial news. Can you explain it in detail?"
"This De Rossi, two months ago, said he had urgent needs and lent us a few more than two million yuan in cash, which was all our property.
We are here to ask for a debt." Schwartz said pitifully: "Mr. De Rossi, we agreed at the beginning that you would only borrow it for one month, but now it has been more than two months."
De Rossi curled his lips and said: "I..."
The female reporter interrupted him and asked directly: "Do you have an IOU?"
Schwartz nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, yes~!"
Then he took out a cloth bag from his arms. The small bag was wrapped in layers, and Schwartz slowly untied it layer by layer, as if the inside would break if he applied any force.
Finally, an ordinary piece of paper was revealed, which was full of words. The female reporter read it out in front of her eyes: "To dismantle Mitterrand, Mr. Schwartz received 400,000 gold coins in cash for a period of one month, with an interest of 10%."
, signed, Willibald Kress.”
Mr. De Rossi shrugged elegantly and said, "The person who wrote the IOU is Kress, so what's the use of blocking me?"
"That's right," the female reporter also said: "The IOU clearly states that it has nothing to do with Mr. De Rossi."
Schwartz said with a mournful face: "Kless is Mr. De Rossi's butler. He told me at the time that it was the young master who wanted to borrow it."
The female reporter asked: "Where is Mr. Kress now?"
De Rossi said casually: "Oh, he resigned from me two months ago and returned to his hometown. I don't know about this IOU. You must have been deceived."
Schwartz's face changed and turned red instantly, and he shouted miserably: "Master, we don't tell secrets. Everyone knows that you borrowed this money. Can you please stop doing this? I don't want the interest."
, I just ask you to return the principal to me."
"I've said it all, I don't know~!" De Rossi turned his head away from them and said with a contemptuous expression.
In front of hundreds of people in front of him, Schwartz burst into tears and said, "You can't do this. We have an old relationship. I have thousands of people waiting for this money to be paid to live. You can't even pay the sharecroppers' money."
All black."
As expected, the listeners were moved, the listeners were sad, and angrily cursed De Rossi for being so bad.
Asking your housekeeper to sign an IOU is obviously a black person.
The female reporter comforted Schwartz and said: "Don't worry, it doesn't matter. Four hundred thousand is not a small amount. If you follow the person who transports the money, you can find out who spent it."
De Rossi was so angry that his nose was crooked. The reporter was obviously giving them advice.
Four hundred thousand gold coins is not a small amount, and just transporting it all the way to Nai'an is not a simple matter. If you trace it, you can find out who has the money.
A person next to him suddenly took out a piece of paper and said with a sneer: "De Rossi, you can deny that one, but you can't deny this one~!"
This IOU clearly contains Mr. De Rossi's name and the seal of his family coat of arms.
De Rossi glanced at it and nodded helplessly. "Yes, I borrowed this money, I admit it."
"Where can I pay back the money?"
De Rossi spread his hands and said: "How can I carry cash with me on a long trip? It's useless for you to trap me here. How can I give you money if I don't go home?"
"That won't work," Schwartz shook his head and said, "If I let you go back, you might run away."
Duke De Rossi had already run away and disappeared without a trace, making the creditors in the Kingdom of Leiria so angry that they wanted to kill him.
Mr. De Rossi smiled bitterly and said, "How can I give it to you if I don't go back to get the money?"
Schwartz and several creditors looked at each other with this question in mind.
A reporter from the financial section of "Red Maple Leaf" said quietly behind the crowd: "You can send someone back to get it."
"That's right~!" Schwartz slapped his thigh and said, "Mr. De Rossi, you can send someone, a guard, or a butler back to get it. We'll wait here. Once we get it, we'll let you go."
Drossi threatened: "You are kidnapping nobles~!
Do you want to go to the gallows?"
Schwartz was frightened and took a step back, looking at the reporters beside him in fear.
The reporter from the "Flagbearer" newspaper laughed and said: "This is not in Leiria. They can just go to the officials and see if anyone will take care of it."
Everyone suddenly became more courageous and thought: Yes, this is not De Rossi's territory, so there is no need to be afraid of his threats.
In fact, sir, the local nobles are not in the mood to wipe the butt of this unlucky guy like De Rossi. As long as he doesn't die on their own territory, everything else is fine.
Obviously, these creditors would not kill their debtors, otherwise they would ask for money.
Otherwise hundreds of armed men would have gathered and the officers and soldiers would not have even shown their heads. At any other time, troops would have been sent to suppress it.
The female reporter chased and asked: "Mr. De Rossi, are you able to repay this debt?"
"Him?" Schwartz glanced at him and cursed: "What a waste of money. He borrowed 10 million, which means he sold all his land and it's not even worth a cent."
De Rossi gave Schwartz a contemptuous look and said: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. I just borrowed money because I can't turn over money. Soon I will have tens of millions in income. I owe you that little money."
The reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" said sarcastically from behind: "You'd better hurry up. If other creditors also get the news, don't even think about it..."
Schwartz and the others were immediately alert. With only two million, De Rossi might still be able to pay back. If other creditors got the news and came running, they would definitely not get the money.
As soon as one person waved, the warriors from behind cheered and surrounded them, pointing their swords at De Rossi and the others.
Then the man said: "Master, I've offended you. If you don't pay back the money, we won't be able to survive. If we die, we will all die together."
For your sake, you'd better send someone back to raise money as soon as possible. As for you, just suffer for a few days and talk to us lower-class people."
When the warriors behind De Rossi saw the opponent's master, they rushed forward without hesitation, surrounded De Rossi, protected him behind him, and raised their weapons to threaten the opponent loudly.
The two sides demonstrated against each other with a distance of several feet.
"Go away~!"
"You try it, I'll kill you."
"Your mother, I will kill you first."
"If you don't pay back the money you owe, I'll tear you into pieces."
"This pretty boy is quite handsome. He is already very popular when he is sold to a brothel and used as a duck."
"..."
The two sides were noisy in the distance, trying to avoid each other.
The group of reporters had already hid under the shade of the trees to watch the fun.
Mr. De Rossi hesitated for a long time. It seemed that he would not be able to escape safely if he did not make some sign today.
Thinking of this, he hated Lorraine even more, and thought to himself: If it weren't for him, he might have run back to his hometown long ago.
After weighing it for a long time, Mr. De Rossi finally shouted loudly and said: "Stop arguing~!"
The warriors who were facing each other retreated.
Mr. De Rossi took a few deep breaths and said nonchalantly: "It's just two million, don't you care?
Who is that, giving alms."
A neatly dressed butler ran out of the motorcade and bowed: "Yes, young master."
Prince de Rossi took off a ring from his finger, put it into the servant's hand in front of everyone, and said: "You are the smartest among these people. Take my seal and go back to the Duke to get two million."
Come here. Go back quickly."
At the same time, he squeezed Busi's hand hard.
Bushi solemnly took the ring, bowed and said loudly: "It's Master."
"Take a few of them with you." De Rossi said, "There will be someone to take care of you on the way."
Then he looked at Schwartz and the others and said, "Are you satisfied with this? Now, let them go away and don't affect my mood. I get annoyed when I see them."
Seeing that he was about to pay back the money, Schwartz said nonchalantly: "I don't want to either. Young Master, please spread out. Please spread out. Young Master is ready to pay back the money."
The crowd surrounding De Rossi's motorcade suddenly burst into cheers. They were all wage earners working for the shopkeeper. They were waiting for the money to live without working hard.
The crowd immediately retreated, staying far away from De Rossi and the others, squatting in search of shade, still surrounding them from all sides.
Under the shade of a tree, a reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" quietly flirted with a reporter from "Nai'an Economic Observer" and whispered: "Tell me, how can he pay back this money?"
The female reporter sneered and snorted: "How is it possible that we have wiped out the Kingdom of Leiria and expect a bankrupt poor duke? I think this guy is playing tricks."
The reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" asked doubtfully: "You don't want to take care of it?"
"What does it have to do with me? I'm just here for the interview." The female reporter smiled and said, "After the interview, it's time to go back and publish the article. As for other things, someone will do it."
After the reporters obtained enough material, they left the scene. The conditions in this place were difficult and no one was willing to stay longer.
In the second half of the night, most people could not withstand the power of the Sandman and fell to the ground and fell asleep.
Even the night watchman couldn't help but doze off.
At this time, a loud cry suddenly sounded in the night sky: "That bastard De Rossi has escaped~!"
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