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"This Marco, he's out of bounds!" Although Pelop is quite artistic, this means that he can be bullied.

Marco was infringing on his interests by doing so, and it was no wonder that he could be happy.

"It's time for Atlantic City's media industry to get in order."

Li Yaoyang's 'sowing discord' has brought a bloody storm to the newspaper industry in Atlantic City.

The first thing is to inquire about the newspaper, who let them not send the money to the right place, this is the price.

A piece of paper issued a bill that made the Inquirer's investment in Atlantic City almost go down the drain.

Immediately afterwards, Pelop casually found an excuse and punished all the newspapers and magazines that entered Atlantic City, to put it bluntly, to tell them - it's time to pay protection money, and they all know who the boss is!

What is the reason for this? False advertising!

The term "marketing" in the modern sense has just emerged, and the term "advertising" has so far referred to information distribution in a broad sense, but has since changed to refer to a paid product (or idea, person) merchandise, often mixed with facts, fiction and vertiginous elements.

As long as it can impress people's hearts and sell products, advertising has become ubiquitous, and the output of an industry dominated by a huge, standardized, ugly country has become an indispensable part of almost any other industry.

The product of the illusion of patented medicines was once advertised as a cure for serious ailments, and in the 20th century, advertising gave a new fantasy subtext to everyday issues such as personal hygiene.

In 1911, advertisements for "Woodbury Cleansing Soap" began promising "skin that is pleasant to the touch" after use, and its unique selling point was to attract rather than clean;

By the '20s, Woodbury's advertisements featured images of fruit girls sunbathing.

Once advertising successfully exploits people's fantasies and makes ordinary necessities look more glamorous.

The advertising industry is starting to arouse new desires for products that make you feel better and happier without even realizing it, and turn those desires into urgent needs.

Newspapers and most magazines sold advertising space all the time, but those advertisements were limited to providing basic information, had small layouts, small font sizes, and were not the main source of income for publications, which continued until the early 20th century.

There is an exception to this, and that is the penny newspaper, which has always been happy to publish fantasy as news.

But most newspapers and magazines still struggle to distinguish between fact and fiction, and advertising is awkwardly somewhere in between, because it has an element of exaggeration or even fantasy.

Harper's Weekly, the country's first news magazine, refused to accept advertisements when it was founded in 1857, and later began selling half-page advertising space per issue.

By the 70s of the 19th century, it had increased to 3 pages – and later, the more advertisements the better, reaching more than 90 pages per issue at the beginning of the 20th century.

From 1900 to the present, the annual spending of advertisers in the ugly country has increased from $6 billion today to $48 billion.

Before the 20s, entertainment and information providers almost never offered their products for free, and even the cheapest tabloids charged a few cents.

When the magical new medium of radio came along, it took a little time for its ugly founders to create a business model because there was no way to get listeners to pay.

The mode of operation they invented was a medical show: they could broadcast a mix of fictional entertainment and occasional informational (news) programs at no charge.

Because the real business is to charge advertising fees to companies that broadcast a mix of fictional entertainment and informational programs.

Radio dramas may not be as engaging as movies, but you don't have to go out or buy a ticket to listen to them.

And it's so convenient to be able to receive everything – melodramas, comedies, music, variety, news – wirelessly.

In short, advertising is a barbaric growth in the current era, who would have thought that the first punishment for false advertising came from Atlantic City, and the reason turned out to be Li Yaoyang's sowing discord.

Pelop doesn't care if your ad is real or not, as long as you can collect the money, it's all fake, and the real is fake!

In order to thank Li Yaoyang for the ideas he provided, Pelop directly threw the 200,000 dollars into the Atlantic Daily and bought a full-page advertisement, calling on colleagues in the media industry to pay attention to the authenticity of the advertisement and not to mislead readers!

Li Yaoyang didn't know what to say except for saying a word of atmosphere, this wave of blood was earned.

As a result of this wave of reorganization, Atlantic City's newspaper sector has cleaned up a lot, and many newspapers have begun to publish special editions specifically for Atlantic City.

Despite the fact that Atlantic City has a population of only about 100,000 and less than 200,000, even if the number of people is only more than 200,000 during the tourist season, newspaper sales are not just counted by one place.

The counties and cities around Atlantic City are also covered, and there are 500,000 in this market, which is quite a lot on average.

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In Chinatown, Xiao Er brought more than 20 brothers, along with the ashes of 12 brothers who died in Philadelphia before.

Originally, Li Yaoyang wanted to bury them in the cemetery he bought, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem appropriate to decide directly for others, so he brought them back first, and if the family was willing, then moved back to Atlantic City.

On this day, it rained in Chinatown...

The rain was not heavy, it was dripping, and the clouds covered the sky, and a touch of desolation filled the air.

The sound of sobbing vaguely overshadowed the rain hitting the window lattice, and the sorrow was like a raging wave, wave after wave.

All of them were dressed in dark clothes, their faces were solemn and serious, and when they passed by the procession, they would unconsciously stand on their feet and salute.

12 teenagers in their youth, they were sunny, brave, and righteous, and they lost their lives at the same age as flowers.

Some children, still a child, have become fathers, and the baby in swaddling clothes has not yet opened their eyes.

Some haven't had time to taste the taste of marriage, and they haven't even held the girl's hand.

Some left the old father and mother on the hospital bed; Some left their younger sisters who needed to go to school...

However, none of their family members complained about Li Yaoyang, this is true, when Xiao Er personally gave them the ashes, he bowed 180 degrees instead of Li Yaoyang, and at the same time each family sent 20,000 dollars to settle in!

It's not a small amount, in fact, it's not that he can't give more, he is also worried that the hearts of the family members who give more money will change, or be remembered by someone who cares, which is not good.

Anyway, he promised that he would be responsible for the dead brothers and family members to the end!

With this sentence, it is more useful than giving tens of thousands of dollars more!

It is precisely because of this that no one blames Li Yaoyang, after all, these things were expected, and Li Yaoyang is also worthy of them, and he usually gives a lot of money~

"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.