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The Atlantic Daily is doing this like a shrimp pig's heart!

They chose such a spearhead as the key to the status and reputation of the newspaper.

The role of Black Widow is to catch the reader's eye, but how to convince the reader, and insist on subscribing to the newspaper, erect an object of criticism for yourself, and slam the hammer on the head is the best way.

Then the east wind in Philadelphia, the Atlantic Journal pointed the finger at the person who started it all—Wayne Wheeler.

[Wayne Wheeler was born in 1869 and grew up on a farm in eastern Ohio.

One day, a drunken farm worker accidentally stabbed him in the leg with a pitchfork.

Although Wheeler was not blinded by alcohol, he developed a missionary passion to get it out of the lives of the ugly people.

After qualifying as a lawyer, he served as the head of the Ohio Anti-Sharon Coalition and quickly showed a talent for playing with ZZ's wrists.

In 1905, he set his sights on Ohio's popular governor.

Two years ago, the governor was elected by the most votes ever, and is often touted as a candidate for the White House.

Unfortunately, the governor did not support the demand for deportation of alcohol.

As it happens, the governor is the future ambassador of the ugly country to France, Myren Herrick, and he will soon suffer - opposing Wayne Wheeler will never outweigh the losses.

Wheeler was a master of propaganda, and he had only one clear goal — to remove all the officials who refused to wholeheartedly support Prohibition.

And he's going to do whatever it takes.

He hired private investigators to spy on officials who were not enthusiastic enough about him, dug into their scandals, and believed that blackmail was a reasonable means to achieve the desired ends.

Except for the total ban on alcohol in the ugly country, everything doesn't matter to him.

Other prohibitionist groups are engaged in a variety of minor issues – tobacco, skirts, jazz, and even post office policies and the authorities' ownership of public utilities. Wheeler, on the other hand, preached only one message: drinking impoverishes people, dissolves marriages, causes economic damage, and alcohol is the mother of all evils in modern society.

Myron Herrick opposed Wheeler's call for a ban on alcohol in Ohio, making herself seem disconnected and unsympathetic.

He was defeated overwhelmingly and was never elected to any public office again.

On the contrary, a rising ZZ rookie, Warren Harding, who was mediocre and useless, became lieutenant governor.

Officials across the country quickly realized that they could either support Wheeler and his anti-Sharon coalition, or give up hope of being re-elected.

Under the banner of the "Wheeler Doctrine," many states in the Ugly Country banned alcohol outright long before Prohibition went into effect.

By 1917, 27 states had achieved a complete ban on alcohol, and several more had a complete ban on alcohol.

Back then, if you traveled through Texas to North Dakota, from Utah to the East Coast, you probably wouldn't even touch a liquor shop.

Only a few scattered settlements, mostly concentrated in cities and industrial areas with large populations, can get a drink of wine.

However, drinking practices are also the most entrenched in these places, and the chances of the anti-Sharon coalition changing local laws are slim.

But it didn't take long for Wheeler to get a lucky charm: a stop broke out.

When the first stop broke out, most of the ugly people were content to believe that it was a distant European conflict.

But Germany made some big tactical mistakes that completely reversed this ignorance of the ugly people.

First, it began to bomb civilians, which was undoubtedly a barbaric act.

At first, Germany sent planes to Paris every day at 5 p.m. to drop a bomb on the city, only one of them, as an experiment, and the ugly country protested.

The situation became even worse when Germany announced that it would target passenger ships at sea.

In May 1915, a German U-boat torpedoed the passenger liner Lusitania sailing in neutral waters off the coast of Ireland near Kinsale.

In just 18 minutes, the boat sank, killing 1,200 people.

One third of the victims were women and children, and 128 of them were from their home countries that had not participated in the war.

The situation was further aggravated by the outrage and the incredible declaration of the day as a national holiday to celebrate the massacre.

A German man in St. Louis was attacked by a mob for speaking ill of an ugly country, tied up with a national flag by the mob, dragged through the streets, and hanged to death.

Afterwards, the jury acquitted the leader of the rioters on the grounds that it was a "patriotic murder."

Not only people, but also German companies were frantically boycotted, and bricks were thrown at their windows.

Many people with similar German names have changed their names to be on the safe side.

The restaurant stopped serving German food, or had to change the name of the dishes, most famously the German pickles to the free cabbage.

Some communities prohibit the performance of music by German composers, and some states even prohibit conversations in languages other than English in schools, churches or on the phone for safety reasons.

Some protested that it would not be possible to pray in their own language, but the governor said that anyone who prayed in a language other than English was a waste of time, and that God only pricked up the ears of English-speaking believers.

Crucially, everyone noticed that the brewery was almost entirely owned by men of German descent who were probably biased towards Germany.

Prohibitionist advocates have seized on this, making drinking beer seem like treason.

The rise of anti-German sentiment gave a tremendous impetus to the Prohibition movement, and under the skillful guidance of the anti-Sharon coalition, which had gained new energy, state after state ratified the Eighteenth Amendment to the Constitution, which banned the production and consumption of alcohol.

However, while the Eighteenth Amendment made drinking illegal activities, making Prohibition a legal fact.

But it does not define how the law should work, nor does it say what is and is not "alcoholic beverages".

Another statute, the Walstede Act, was enacted to deal with the details. Eight Chinese Net

The bill was named after Andrew Walstead, Lindbergh's native Minnesota who wore a beard like a bearskin blanket on his face. Walstead himself did not drink alcohol, but he was not fanatical about the matter, and never thought of banning alcohol throughout the country.

His name is associated with the Act only because he was the head of the House Judiciary Committee at the time and was tasked with drafting the Act.

For the next 10 years, Walstted's name reverberated everywhere, but he was rejected by the voters at the next election, returning to his hometown to quietly practice law and read the proceedings of Parliament as his main hobby...

Wayne Wheeler had always claimed that he had drafted and written the law himself, but Walstet strongly protested.

However, no one can figure out why these two people are competing for this "glory", because it turns out that it is a bill with a very problematic structure.

The intent of the bill is stated in a concise preamble and does not seem to be disturbing in order to prohibit intoxicating beverages, regulate the manufacture, production and sale of alcohol for non-drinking noble purposes, and ensure the adequate supply and development of alcohol for scientific research, energy development, fuels and other legal industries.

The wording may be slightly clumsy, but the tone doesn't smack of much threat.

It was only in the small print that one discovered that the Walstede Act defined an intoxicating liquid as having an alcohol content of more than 0.5 percent — a level like pickles.

Many of those who previously supported Prohibition thought beer and light wine would survive.

However, it was only at this moment that people suddenly realized that Prohibition must be wiped out, and no one should be spared.

Personally, I think - the country is reluctant to accept Prohibition, and even a little careless.

There are so many flaws in Prohibition that, in many ways, even those who support it in principle are shocked by how far apart it is in practice.

First, it pushes the lives of ordinary people to a whole new level of danger.

After the introduction of Prohibition, the national murder rate rose by nearly 1/3, most of them died, and some were maimed.

Serving as a Prohibition agent was dangerous – 30 agents were killed in the line of duty in the first two and a half years alone.

But getting close to agents is often dangerous, as they like to pull the trigger at will.

In Chicago alone, Prohibition agents shot and killed 23 innocent citizens last year alone.

In addition to the dangers, Prohibition agents are paid less than garbage workers, which inevitably leads to corruption.

A common tactic is for agents to confiscate the liquor and then sell it to its owner.

Bribery is routine, with speakeasies paying an average of $400 a month to police and city officials.

In New York City, bribes alone totaled $150 million, and in short, Prohibition made a lot of money for many people.

The temptation of corruption spreads far beyond the borders of ugly countries.

Under pressure from the Prohibition Agency, Canadian beer and distilled spirits manufacturers are unable to sell their products to ugly people.

But resourceful moonshiners found a transit point in Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, in southern Newfoundland.

It is well known that this small piece of land in the North Atlantic has been under the jurisdiction of the Gallic rooster since 1763 and is not under the jurisdiction of the Ugly State and Canada.

Overnight, Saint-Pierre and Miquelon became the world's largest importer of alcoholic beverages.

They bought 3 million bottles of champagne, plus huge quantities of brandy, Armagnac, cider and other alcoholic beverages, making them France's largest overseas market.

When asked why the small place of 4,000 people was suddenly so greedy for alcohol, the governor replied, with the characteristic composure of the Gauls, that he was unaware of the sharp rise in the import of alcoholic beverages and that he had not noticed the construction of more than 20 large warehouses in the main port of Saint-Pierre.

But he promised to look into the matter.

Subsequently, he confirmed to the Chouguo that Saint-Pierre and Miquelon did import small quantities of wine, but it was destined for the Bahamas, where drinking was legal.

It is clear that this shipment is only temporarily on hold in Saint-Pierre.

Prohibition also fostered unlimited hypocrisy, and just this summer, Colonel Nedgreen, the Prohibition Supervisor in Northern California, was suspended.

Because he hosted a cocktail party at the Prohibition office in San Francisco.

Even when the Prohibition Office seized illegal drinking, it did not take strict precautions.

The summer before last, 500,000 liters, or 670,000 bottles of whiskey, had inexplicably disappeared from a warehouse in Chicago where confiscated liquor was stored.

The guards on night duty said they didn't notice anything suspicious when they took over their shifts — a statement that was completely unconvincing, it must be said.

In the full range of the ugly, there are records that a third of the whiskey held in the warehouse of the Prohibition Office has been lost so far.

Prohibition was almost impossible to enforce because of its flawed and porous provisions.

Doctors can legally prescribe whiskey for their patients, and they do so with enthusiasm, some of whom have a net worth of hundreds of thousands.

Most of the time, the doctor will simply take out a blank prescription and only prescribe whiskey.

Even this summer, Congress approved an additional 10 million litres of medical whiskey.

It has been suggested that such medical supplies are too large, and an official at the Ministry of Finance said that the stocks were depleted too quickly "because of evaporation".

Religious groups can store alcoholic beverages for ceremonies, and demand for them has also proved strong.

A California winegrower, who offers 14 communion wines, including Bordeaux and sherry, says they may not all be used for sacred purposes — and they are.

In the first few years of Prohibition, California's grape vine land soared from 40,000 hectares to nearly 280,000 hectares.

Of course, it's not because people suddenly like eating raisins, but because wine can't be imported.

To meet the booming moonshine market, demand for domestic grapes has surged.

Although it is illegal to produce wine for private consumption, vineyard owners can sell packets of concentrated grape juice that you can turn into wine at home.

In case anyone misses this crucial message, the grape juice package is written in large print – "Note, be sure to ferment within 60 days to make wine." ”

Unfortunately, for lovers of fine wines, winegrowers have cut down most of their previous vines and replaced them with varieties with high yields but poor quality.

If Prohibition is lifted one day, it will take an entire generation for California's vineyards to recover.

The ban on alcohol of all kinds has hit many restaurants, and there are countless cute little eateries that have closed down in New York, and even the oldest Delmonico restaurant has finally waved the white flag this year, just days before its centennial birthday.

Basically, all the drinkers were driven to the speakeasy.

The names of these bars are generally not elegant, but they are imaginative.

The more famous ones are the Spotted Hyena Club, the Eugenics Club, the Sawdust Restaurant and the Fat Powder Club, etc., I hope these bar owners will not send bullets to the newspaper when they see this news, this is also a kind of propaganda!

For those who like to enjoy music with alcohol, Harlem is the place to be.

There, people flock to the Bamboo Restaurant, the Lennox Club, the Clam House, the Small Paradise, the Tilly Chicken Coop, the Cotton Club, and the Harazi Restaurant, whose name is unforgettable at first sight......]

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.