"What if it's not a debate?"

Under the tall and lush mahogany trees, Wei Ran, hiding in the shadow of the trees, declined the thick cigar offered by Lazzaro, "If this is a war of public opinion, what suggestions do you have?"

"Public opinion war? What kind of public opinion war?" "Internet" Weiran answered succinctly.

Lazzaro slowly lit the cigar between his fingers, and his increasingly proficient Russian tone became more sensible than a normal person would. "As for the war of public opinion, I very much agree with the views of the black president of the United States."

Lazaro paused, turned the wheelchair in a circle, faced Weiran and said with a smile, "You only need to use a lot of junk information to disrupt the direction of public opinion in a country, ask enough questions, and spread enough

Rumors and assumptions, planting enough conspiracy theories that the people of these countries don't know what else to believe; once they no longer believe in any mainstream news, they will also lose trust in each other, then the United States will win this war of public opinion

.”

Having said this, Lazzaro pointed to the church already behind him, "Look, there are 12 lunatics there who dream of creating conspiracies or trying to murder roommates, nurses and doctors. Before they were sent here, almost all

He has committed murders, and quite a few of them can even be called high-intelligence crimes."

Moving his arm, Lazzaro pointed to the building in the other direction, "There are probably hundreds of mentally ill patients living there. If they are given a chance to speak out, do you think they can play a big role in a war of public opinion?"

?”

"Is this your suggestion?" Wei Ran asked with raised eyebrows. "No, no, no, I haven't given any suggestions yet." Lazzaro waved the hand holding the cigar, "I'm just making assumptions.

In a war of public opinion, normal people still need to make up lies and conspiracies, but as long as those mentally ill people stop taking medication, they don't need to make up at all and can produce a lot of junk information."

"last question"

Wei Ran looked at the church in the distance and said, "Evaluate your relationship with and the differences between you and the mentally ill patients in the church."

“very simple”

Lazzaro smiled, "I still have enough sanity. This is the difference between me and them. As for the relationship between me and them, they are more like my brain, a brain that has lost its sanity and doubled up in madness.

.What I need to do is just to use my rationality to choose useful ideas from 12 brains that are unconstrained by any rules and have antisocial personalities."

After speaking, Lazzaro took the initiative and said, "It's my turn to ask you, young man, where are you from?"

"Russia"

"Your skin tone and hair color are different," Lazzaro reminded.

Isn’t your skin similar to your baby’s? Lazar cold massage runway. “I am a Chinese,” Wei Ran replied frankly.

"Huaxia?" Lazzaro raised his eyebrows and sighed with special nostalgia, "I have been to your country, China, and the roast duck in your capital is very delicious."

"Have you been to China?" Wei Ran looked at him in surprise. "Of course you have been."

Lazzaro said proudly, "That was in 1995. I went with the respected Comrade Castro. We went to many places. I even knew how to use chopsticks and could recite "The New Year's Day" in Spanish. "On Protracted War".

"I can also use chopsticks, but I can't recite "On Protracted War"." Wei Ran sighed sincerely, "I haven't even read the entire article."

"You should read it"

Lazzaro suggested seriously, "That great man's war wisdom even surpassed that of Comrade Castro. We learned a lot from him. He is a well-deserved mentor."

"I will read it carefully in the future." Wei Ran nodded equally seriously.

"Okay, next question, who are you here to represent?" "Myself" Wei Ran looked at the other party and replied, "I do not represent any country or organization, only myself. I need someone who can give it to me at any time. A staff officer who makes recommendations.”

"Who do you want to fight a public opinion war with?"

Lazzaro continued, "If there wasn't a real need, you wouldn't have made that assumption just now, or even come here to talk to me.

Meet."

"I can't say that." Wei Ran spread his hands. "I can't say that until I'm sure you're working for me."

"It seems that once I work for you, I won't have the chance to resign?" "I'm afraid that's the case, but the benefits I can offer should satisfy you." Wei Ran made a promise calmly. "You are not. The partner I’m looking for”

While Lazzaro was speaking, he was already rolling his wheelchair towards the church in the distance. "But, young man, for the sake of Santos and for the sake of you being a Chinese, I don't mind giving him any help when necessary." Please give me some suggestions. In addition, regarding your hypothetical online public opinion war, I have a good suggestion now."

"What's your suggestion?" Wei Ran looked at the other person and asked.

"If it's just a war of public opinion on the Internet, go invest in a few more mental hospitals around the world. Breed enough mental patients and teach them to surf the Internet, limit the content they browse on the Internet, and let them only see what you hope to disrupt public opinion. The content of the trend and induce them to speak on the Internet."

Lazzaro stopped his wheelchair at this point, "Whether it's on the Internet or in reality, when the conversation is filled with a lot of speeches from mental patients, no matter what those mental patients say, in this public opinion war, you are already on the right side. An invincible place.

If you want to cause chaos in the real world, you can also send enough psychopaths there. When 100 psychopaths armed with weapons and causing chaos in the streets of different locations in a city, it will be enough to attract the attention of all the police in the city. Attention, no matter what you do at that time, it will not be noticed.

If you release some psychopaths with antisocial personalities among the demonstrators, even the most peaceful terrorist activities will turn into tragic and bloody violent conflicts under their leadership."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Like Miami during the Elian incident?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"That's right, just like Miami during the Elian incident." Lazaro laughed loudly, "That was my most proud action plan!" After saying that, Lazaro didn't wait for Wei Ran to say anything else.

, then rocked the wheelchair again, slowly moving towards the church that was dyed golden by the rising sun.

Watching the other party enter the church, Wei Ran retreated into the shadow of the mahogany trees and breathed a sigh of relief, secretly considering Lazzaro's suggestion just now.

Although he failed to get Lazzaro to work for him, after thinking calmly, he discovered that the power of the random suggestions given by the other party was even more terrifying than Hela itself!

Investing in a mental hospital... doesn't seem impossible to consider... Wei Ran muttered secretly and walked towards the single-family two-story building.

When he walked into the air-conditioned glass door, Ninel immediately asked, "How was the talk?"

"Lazaro was not willing to work for me," Wei Ran said truthfully, "but he gave me some very useful advice."

"If you just need him to give you some advice, you can come here and sit down often. He likes to help others with advice."

Old Mrs. Santos, who was sitting on the single sofa with her legs crossed, said casually, "Also, what advice did he give you?"

"He asked me to invest in some mental hospitals around the world," Wei Ran said matter-of-factly.

"You want to invest in a mental hospital?" Santos became interested after hearing this, "Then what?"

Wei Ran took a large glass of cold beer from Niniel, took a sip and said, "Then let the mentally ill patient enjoy the fun of surfing the Internet."

"Ha! The war of public opinion, the outcome of their 707th meeting, is also Lazzaro's most proud hypothesis."

Old Mrs. Santos also took a sip of beer, "I have heard him say this countless times, and he even encouraged me to provide Internet and computers to the patients in this mental hospital."

"You agreed?" Wei Ran asked with a smile. "Of course not."

Santos replied matter-of-factly, "He wants those lunatics to go to the White House website and leave frequent messages to the President of the United States, turning that website into a garbage full of crazy words."

Stop.

Although this sounds interesting, I am 66 years old and long overdue even by Soviet standards

I don't want to cause trouble for myself when I retire."

"What a madman" Wei Ran grinned.

"In a sense, he is indeed a lunatic." Santos put down his glass as he spoke and asked abruptly, "Young man, if you want to invest in a lunatic asylum, how about we form a partnership?"

"What did you say?" Ninel and Wei Ran asked the same question. "How about we invest in and run the lunatic asylum as a partnership?" Santos asked again, crossing his legs.

"Why cooperate with me/him?" Niner and Wei Ran asked the same question again.

"Shut up!" Santos pointed at Ninele and said. "Why?" Ninele asked straightforwardly again, "You can partner with me on this matter."

"Then what?"

Santos asked angrily, "You bastard can only use psychopaths to create legal and reasonable murder scenes. How many psychopaths do I have for you to consume?"

"What about you?" Ninel looked at Wei Ran without giving up.

"Yes, why are you cooperating with me?" Wei Ran kicked the ball to Santos.

"Gorman told me about those girls."

Santos paused, and seeing that Wei Ran did not show any emotion of not wishing to mention the matter because of Ninel's presence, he continued, "I think this matter is very interesting and promising. The most important thing is

, you are different from Niniel and Lazaro."

"Forget about that lunatic Lazzaro, but what's the difference between me and him?" Nineel asked dissatisfied.

"Your identity cannot be washed clean, and your apparent identity is just that of a racing driver."

Santos said bluntly, "Victor is different. He is a well-known historian and a normal person. And he doesn't kill so many people like you. By the way, have you killed anyone?"

"No, never."

Wei Ran replied without thinking, and at the same time his temperament suddenly changed, and he said politely as if he was being interviewed, "In fact, I suffer from severe bleeding, and I don't even dare to kill small animals. And I'm from China.

, In my home country, holding a gun is a very serious crime, so if I can’t even shoot, how can I kill someone?”

"You see, this is the difference between him and you. It is very safe to cooperate with civilized people like Victor. It is much safer than meeting you."

Santos snapped his fingers towards Nineel, "In addition, he can find the bell ringer you have been looking for for a long time. No matter what channel he uses, this is enough to make my heart beat. And I guess you will too."

In Song Dynasty, this duty was taken away from Jiang Zhi. And I guess you are also curious about how he found the bell ringer, right? "

Ninel spread his hands, "If he hadn't met me at the fishing ground, I would have thought he was an American bait."

"Time to answer my question"

Wei Ran, who didn't want to continue talking about this matter, also snapped his fingers, "Aunt Santos, why do you want to cooperate with me? What is your purpose?"

"Just like Gorman and his friends are willing to work with you, to me, it's a good investment."

Santos picked up the cup again and clinked it with Wei Ran, "As for my purpose, if one day the trouble caused by Niniel involves me, I hope there is someone willing to help me, so that I can be with Ninie.

You all have a chance to survive. Just like...well...just like you are willing to help those poor people find the hidden bell ringer."
To be continued...