Chapter 1011: Car Accident and Materials

The mighty marching and protesting team was constantly moving forward along the road. Those walking at the very front would wave their fists from time to time and shout a few slogans, and those behind them would follow.

As a social activist and public intellectual, organizing such activities is actually quite comfortable.

This is a very clean and noble "job," relaxed, leisurely, and honorable.

These social activists often have titles like scholars or experts in certain fields. Whether they are scholars or experts, ordinary people can't distinguish.

But these identities have great authority in the eyes of ordinary people. The less educated people are, the narrower the channels for them to obtain information, and the more they believe in these people and everything they say.

This is also why the main target group of social activists has always been the social underclass with low education levels, not the middle and high levels of society.

The middle level of the Federation is the most difficult group of people to deal with. They have their own thinking ability, and their cognition of the world might be clearer than that of high society. It's possible to fool them.

But it's only for a while, not for a long time.

And those people in high society, it's too easy for them to figure out whether these people are real or fake.

So no matter which region's social activists, their targets are those ordinary people, the social underclass.

Only among these social underclasses does their scholar and expert identity have enough authority.

The supporters and fans they bewitch are their wealth.

In Jin State, inviting a public intellectual with a certain social influence, these kinds of social activists, to organize some social activities.

At least a few thousand dollars, at most tens of thousands of dollars. Some of those with very great reputations even might need hundreds of thousands!

This job isn't like a worker on an assembly line, needing to sit in a certain place boringly and constantly repeat a certain action, repeating it for a whole day.

Their work doesn't have a fixed time, fixed location, or fixed content. Many times, it's like today.

Leading a group of people to take to the streets for marching and protesting, or giving a speech in a certain public occasion, attracting the onlookers of passersby, and then they can obtain a "sponsorship fee" of thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.

So this is a job that makes people feel comfortable. One can earn a lot of money in conversation. Usually, one only needs to show one's face everywhere and maintain one's "fan group" well.

Those few people walking at the very front are today's "protagonists," and those behind them are their fans, or believers.

They used words with a certain bewitching nature to confuse these people, letting them become their loyal "listeners," and then as long as they organize activities, they will pull all these people to participate.

Of course, participating doesn't mean getting nothing. They can obtain a little benefit from the hands of these social activists. Sometimes it might be things worth two or three dollars, or three or five dollars.

Sometimes it might be two dollars or one dollar in cash.

Opportunities to give cash directly aren't many, mainly giving things.

For these believer fans, this is also a kind of feedback.

They support these social activists, and the social activists didn't forget them when organizing activities. Ultimately, this formed a closed loop—

In order to obtain more benefits, these fans have a very high stickiness to the activities held by these social activists. The more people who participate, the more it means these social activists have huge influence.

Their influence is huge, so they can obtain more opportunities, better opportunities, and those employers who need them won't be stingy with wealth, letting their followers obtain more benefits.

This is a process of constant circulation.

One of the social activists with golden hair who was waving his fist and shouting slogans asked another social activist he knew beside him after shouting the slogan, "How much money did they give you?"

Generally, for a demonstration march of this scale and theme, it should be at least seven or eight thousand dollars or more.

The friend he asked had a good relationship with him. The two often organized various marching and protesting activities together, so they were considered friends.

His friend's face showed some smiles. "This client is very generous. They gave me twelve thousand."

Actually, it was fifteen thousand. He said three thousand less to avoid his friend being jealous.

He hadn't received such a big order for many years. Fifteen thousand dollars was enough for him not to receive work for two years and still maintain his decency well, so he didn't care at all who was behind the client, and why they wanted him to push this anti-war march.

Anyway, it happens every year, and more than once. He didn't think this was a problem, and besides, there were indeed some people in society who were a bit disgusted with war now.

The golden-haired social activist listened and a faint smile appeared on his face. "Are you also twelve thousand?"

"What a coincidence, I am too."

Actually, the quote he got was also fifteen thousand. He also didn't say this real number. From his perspective, telling the other party how much he could obtain with reservations was an important means to maintain the relationship.

However, as he spoke, he asked again. "I heard that the client behind this is a foreigner, a Dantela person. They want to pressure the federal government through such a way."

Others also noticed their conversation and joined in.

A fashionable lady in her late thirties said casually, "I don't care much about this. As long as they give money, I don't care what they need me to do for them."

"People are dying in large numbers in the war, and we don't have any reason to participate in such a war."

"The federal government, for the sake of their own ambition and desire, lets our soldiers fight on land far away from home, and even die there. Everything should stop!"

Clearly, this female social activist did a little preparation after taking the job. The words she said were enough to move some followers and continue to support her.

Another person said, "I heard they have a few more activities at the end of this month, the last day of this year, and the first day of next year."

This was clearly a person who was relatively well-informed. Others didn't know these, so they couldn't help but let him speak more specifically.

The social activist who revealed this news had a somewhat showy smile on his face, and then he talked about those he knew.

"They want to make some destructive things on the last day, so the money they give this time will be much more than the money they give us now."

"I heard people say, it will probably give thirty thousand to forty thousand dollars, per person!"

When hearing this number, everyone showed a surprised expression, and at the same time, quickly became a bit excited.

Thirty or forty thousand dollars, this was the biggest work opportunity they had ever come into contact with in their lives. They couldn't give up these.

However, some people were more worried. "What does the destructiveness they want mean..."

That person lowered his voice. "What else can it be? Only smashing, looting, and burning can attract the attention of public opinion. They want this."

"Overturning some cars parked on the side of the road, or setting fire to burn some piles of trash, or doing something else."

"They hope more people can pay attention to this matter, pay attention to the anti-war problem. As for specific things, if you want to follow up, they will tell you when the time comes."

This was no longer a marching and protesting activity, but a chaotic marching and protesting activity, aggressive, which would hurt others or plunder others' wealth, a vicious nature, so the money they gave was so much.

However, clearly, they didn't care about the consequences that would be caused, only discussing whether they could obtain this order.

Using the golden-haired social activist's words, even if they didn't do it, there would be others who would.

Rather than letting others do it, it's better for them to do it themselves.

At this moment, they didn't care at all whether the employer was a foreign hostile force, nor did they care whether what they did would trigger turmoil in federal society. This is one of the biggest disadvantages of a capitalized society—

Money, wealth, overrides morality!

Just as they were talking and exchanging some things in the industry, for example, the boss of a certain enterprise encountered trouble and wanted to spend money to find some people to help him spread rumors. This kind of exchange opportunity wasn't much, and everyone looked very relaxed, looking at the fifteen thousand dollars.

Just as a group of people passed a crossroads, the lady in the team suddenly widened her eyes and looked to her left, then stood there blankly.

Others looked at her curiously, and before they had time to turn their heads to look to the left, it was as if a gust of wind blew by.

The next second, a truck sped past, just like a bowling ball crashing into everything, and those people who blocked the route were the bowling pins that were knocked over.

Those onlookers who were watching the fun, and the participants who were marching and protesting, were all as if they had been pressed on the pause button at this moment.

The truck that had clearly lost control left several bright red tire marks, and then crashed into the phone booth on the side of the road.

The phone booth didn't collapse after suffering a violent impact, but was knocked crooked. The quality of the phone booth was good, and the strength of the construction was also good, so the large truck was forced to stop because of this.

Until this moment, in the sharp scream of a passerby lady, the pause seemed to be lifted. People started to flee in a panic, and some people rushed over to check the casualties.

Some people were calling the police, some people were dialing the emergency number, and some people were spinning in place at a loss.

The whole street was in a mess in an instant, the scattered corpses and the blood on the ground, the tire marks, were silently narrating the terrible things that had just happened to the people around!

Lansi saw this and threw the small half-cigarette in his hand out of the car window, then patted the back of the driver's seat and said "go back."

The motorcade quickly completed the U-turn in place and left here.

On the way back, he heard the sirens of police cars, ambulances, and even fire trucks. This was absolutely a serious traffic accident!

A little later, the police department disclosed the losses caused by this car accident. Seven people died on the spot, and four people lost their breath on the way to the hospital, and more than ten people were injured.

The entire crossroads were blocked by police and ambulances...

Senator Porter was sitting on the sofa chatting with a few visitors about things that had happened in Congress recently. As one of the representative figures of opposing war, actually, he was the same as those social activists on the street.

He knew the benefits of war better than anyone, but this had nothing to do with him. He couldn't obtain any benefits directly from the war like other senators, but opposing war could bring him more social attention and some sponsorship.

Then what to do, it seemed there was no need to think more.

This was actually a very interesting thing. It seemed there would always be some rulers who, when they were about to leave the stage of rule, would do some stupid things that made people feel very hard to believe.

These stupid things were terribly stupid, but they still did them, as if they had suddenly lost their ability to think.

Actually, this situation wasn't strange. When they could only choose to become stupid to obtain the interests they wanted, they could only appear extremely stupid.

Plus, the time they could stay on the stage was already not much, and they didn't have the heart or opportunity to seek a better solution.

Making a big profit before leaving was what they wanted to do.

"Mr. Porter, Mr. Green hopes you can continue to expand the momentum of opposing war. We need more people to listen to your voice, let them think, see, the pain war brings to people."

"Let people, let society, all go to reflect, reflect on whether this war has the necessity to continue."

The person talking to him took a thick file bag out of the file bag he carried with him, placed it on the table, and then pushed it over.

Mr. Porter glanced at the file bag on the table, then looked at the other party. The other party made a gesture for him to open it and see.

He sat there considering for a moment, ten seconds, and then very decisively picked up the file bag and opened the "lock" wrapped with thread on it.

Inside wasn't money, which made Mr. Porter a bit disappointed. They were all documents.

He took these documents out, unfolded them, and looked at them roughly. The more he looked, the more serious his expression became. He took out his reading glasses and put them on, starting to read the few reports in his hand seriously.

These were all military reports from Dantela, early military reports, which mentioned the results of every battle between the early stage and the Federation, all were "great victories."

Not lacking some huge victories like "annihilating three or five tens of thousands of enemies," and these were things Mr. Porter was unaware of.

Or rather, some people were certainly aware, but he wasn't aware, because he had already left the core part of Congress, and some news those people wouldn't necessarily let him know.

Seeing these reports and the numbers on them, he also took a cold breath.

It seemed that according to incomplete statistics, the Federation had already lost more than seven hundred thousand troops in this war.

"Do you know what this means?"

Mr. Porter took off his glasses. He nodded. "Means we at least once suffered huge setbacks and caused unimaginable losses!"

He couldn't help but pick up one of the military reports, which mentioned that nearly forty thousand federal soldiers were eliminated in one battle.

Forty thousand young children remained on that land forever, but Congress, the Ministry of National Defense, had never said these things.

He wasn't very concerned about the reports in the Federation, but he also had some vague impressions, as if the war they reported with the most tragic casualties, the death toll was only six thousand.

This was still the most tragic; the death toll of those ordinary battles might be a few hundred, one or two thousand, this was the limit of the ordinary ones.

Now it seems, they are lying, always lying, and why they are lying, he also knows very clearly.

If the federal people knew that the Federation was in a clear disadvantage at the beginning of this war, the anti-war sentiment among the people wouldn't need anyone to push it; the people themselves would stand up to oppose the war first.

It was precisely because they hid these truths, making people think the losses weren't tragic, and in contrast to what they obtained from the war, they accepted this war.

"Your meaning is, to let me disclose these data?", Mr. Porter's expression was still so solemn.

Without waiting for the other party to nod or agree with his point of view, he shook his head and said, "This is very difficult to do. These data and information are too sensitive. The number of people in the entire Federation qualified to know these data might be less than ten, twenty."

"I am now a marginal figure in Congress. I don't have the qualifications to touch these data and information. Even if I disclose them, it might not be able to achieve the effect you want."

"They can say these are all made up, without factual basis. After all, the Ministry of National Defense and the military are all standing on their side."

"And they will tear me to pieces!"

How did Mr. Porter get this information that only "enemies" could get?

He couldn't explain it at all. Even if he could explain it, telling the truth, there wouldn't be any good results. A treason or collusion with the enemy was definitely unavoidable.

As a politician, although he was about to leave the political arena very soon, it didn't mean he was going to die immediately.

With his current wealth and status, he could at least live for another ten or more years without any problems.

He didn't want to find death early, so he refused this proposal.

The liaison person sitting opposite him didn't give up. "Mr. Porter, actually you were wrong about one thing."

"This doesn't need you to disclose it personally, as long as you hand over some materials that don't look so exaggerated to some people who can disclose it, for example, a certain reporter."

"Then by society, public opinion, to question the authenticity of the data published by the Federation, and then find a way to spread these materials, wouldn't that achieve our goal?"

He said this while placing a check on the table, and also pushed it over, with a long string of zeros on it. "If you are willing to cooperate with us, this is the remuneration for this time."

Looking at that long string of zeros, Mr. Porter was slightly moved.

Just at this time, the phone on the table rang abruptly, giving him a fright...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1012 =====