Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 153 Prosperity
To impose an order or to ban, that is the question.

Drogo looked at the various posts on this Felin Life forum and fell into deep thought.

"I hope you can be reborn in the North."

"You love your hometown so much, does your hometown love you?"

"Is it so hard to admit that the North is better?"

"Medical care in the North is free. You don't have to pay for medical treatment at all."

It’s true, the last point is quite right. Medical care in the North is indeed free.

Because the average person in the North Maciej saw the same level of education as back home, doctors, there really were none.

Moreover, due to the limitations of biochemistry, modern medicine had not yet been born, and even if there were doctors, they would be no match for healing techniques.

Priests basically serve the nobility, so it is almost impossible for ordinary people to see a doctor.

Minor illnesses can be treated with patience, but major illnesses depend on fate.

If you are desperate, you can trust a witch doctor, but these witch doctors are not real shamans, they are just performing shaman rituals.

It can give you some psychological comfort.

In order to change the plight of civilians who cannot see a doctor, the nominal Lord of the North, now the actual Captain of the City Management of Winter City, Figosin, paid out of his own pocket and hired some people who claimed to be doctors.

Free treatment for civilians.

However, they are actually quacks who can only prescribe a few prescriptions that have some health-care effects. No matter what disease the patient has, they will just randomly pick one of those prescriptions.

Just eat it until you die.

Later, everyone in the city knew what those prescriptions were and even made up a rhyme to sing for fun.

This spirit of finding joy in adversity is worthy of recognition.

Most of the content in Feilin's Life Bar is like this. It cannot be said to be completely false, but it just takes things in another direction from a tricky angle.

The Northern propaganda articles that Drogo printed in newspapers not only increased the popularity of the North, but also cultivated a group of more radical "believers".

He could only describe these people as believers. It was understandable that they were water armies, doing this kind of thing for free, and were no different from the most fanatical religious lunatics.

Compared with the professional writers under Drogo, what they write is even worse, because these people have no bottom line.

Word games are really amazing things.

For example, the content is "Woman was trapped and called the police before her phone ran out of battery", and the title is "Woman called the police before her phone ran out of battery".

Only a person with evil intentions can come up with such an abstract idea.

After much thought, Drogo decided to ban them. It was too easy for them to backfire.

When more and more people discover that the North is not what they claim it is, public opinion backlash will come.

Drogo walked out of his den and shook himself off the fried dough crumbs that covered him.

Yes, he had his breakfast in a very shabby place, at home.

"Where are you going?" asked Fulin, whose posture was completely unrefined.

This is her true nature. The image of Ms. Fulin in The Twin Towers was purely an act.

For the majestic and dignified reputation of the Golden Dragon clan.

Now, as long as Fulin doesn't go out, she is too lazy to change into human form. After pretending to be a human for decades, she returned to her dragon body and found that it was quite comfortable to be without clothes.

"I have to go to work," Drogo said matter-of-factly.

"Work? Isn't your vacation over yet?" Fulin asked puzzledly.

"It's over now, because I love my job and Weibo's public opinion environment needs me to save it. If I don't make money, how will we eat?"

Drogo said in a broadcaster-like voice, and his small red body seemed a bit taller.

"You're talking nonsense. The money you have now is enough for you to live forever!" Fulin pounced on him with her teeth bared, "You just don't want to lay dragon eggs with me!" "I'm still young." Drogo turned around and ran away.

"You are so young! Normal dragons would have died by your age!"

But Drogo chose not to listen, and Flynn chanted.

He flew to the factory office in a flash.

"call--"

Sitting in the chair, Drogo breathed a sigh of relief. He had never missed work so much.

"Boss, when will your vacation end?" asked Assistant Zhuo Er, who has been in charge of the affairs of the Northern Factory in the past few days.

"Just now," Drogo said, "notified the social circle operations team to prepare a draft of the rules for prohibited content.

"As for the specific rules, let me think about it, but first, I'm going to close a forum called Feilin Life Bar."

"What do you mean by blocked?" the assistant asked. He had never heard of the word "blocked". He only knew about sealing, but how to block a forum?

"Just delete the forum directly, and deactivate all the accounts of the forum owner and deputy forum owner," Zhuo Ge scratched his head and added, "Stop submitting articles to the newspaper for now, and prepare to adjust your writing ideas."

Now that the North has become well-known, there is no need to write soft articles in an eye-catching way that mixes truth with falsehood, which can easily lead to some weird things.

It's time to use some serious publicity methods.

The best publicity does not require any crooked means, but it does require a high level of writing skills.

If someone really wrote something of the level of "Yueyang Tower Inscription" or "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" in the north, it would probably be well-known for thousands of years.

“Has anything of importance happened while I was away?” Drogo asked.

"An eyewitness said that they saw two dragons flying through the clouds a few nights ago. Later, someone in the northeast forest heard a dragon roar and felt an earthquake. It is suspected that a high-level dragon was fighting near Winter City. Do we need to investigate?"

The assistant said calmly.

"Uh, no need. I know those two dragons. They are my friends. We like to play around when we have nothing to do. There won't be any problem. Hahaha..."

Drogo said awkwardly.

Zhuoer glanced at the boss secretly and felt that he was a little weird, but he didn't ask questions that he shouldn't ask. He was professional!

"Another thing, Tomahawk has launched another card game."

"Who? Battle Axe?" Drogo didn't want to hear this name very much.

Tomahawk is indeed a loyal subordinate, but I cannot praise the aesthetics of the game.

Since the channel of internal referral bonuses was launched, Tomahawk has been actively promoting several games.

It's against the will of heaven. It can only be described as against the will of heaven.

He even designed a slapping competition himself, in which two contestants slap each other in turns to see who can't hold on first.

In view of the obvious advantage of the first player, Tomahawk has thoughtfully added a rule that the second player can choose to add small accessories to his hand, such as small nails.

It not only differentiates between superior and inferior, but also determines life and death.

"Yes, but this time it's a little different." Zhuo Er obviously knew what kind of indescribable game Tomahawk liked. "Mr. Karaman is also participating this time."

"Karaman? Then you can take a look." Drogo was originally planning to reject it directly.

After a while, the information and trial video of "The Legend of the Flynn" were handed to Drogo's desk.

He chose to watch the video directly. The gameplay that he can roughly understand is the good gameplay. Playing games is not academic, and if it is too difficult to understand, it is likely to be a niche.

After playing for a few minutes, Drogo suddenly slammed the table.

"Oh my god, steaming!"

(End of this chapter)