Middle Eastern tyrants

Chapter 54 Public Opinion War

(You can skip to Chapter 57 without affecting your reading experience; this will be revised later.)
Negotiations at the UN General Assembly have reached a stalemate, and Lu Lin is also thinking about how to come up with some off-the-books tactics to break the deadlock.

"If only we could show the world the atrocities of Zion through real war footage." Lu Lin glanced at the newspaper on the table, a sudden inspiration striking him: "That's it, the news!"

It will take time to take down Zion, but it would be good to put some pressure on them first.

So he dialed the number Armani Press had given him, and a familiar voice came through the receiver:

"UN News Agency, Armani Press, how can I help you?"

“I am Amir bin Mohammed.”

"Ah! It's the Major General!"

The two had been working together very well during this period. Following this young general with dual ambitions, there always seemed to be eye-catching big news. After listening to Lu Lin's request, reporter Press said that he would soon go to the hotel where Lu Lin was staying.

While waiting, Lu Lin checked the messages he had left for himself.

In recent days, telegrams from the Shuangzhi Embassy have been flying to the Plaza Hotel like snowflakes.

Although most of them were addressed to Muhammad and a few princes, there were occasionally a few telegrams addressed to "Amir ibn Muhammad".

The military sent him a message, in which Colonel Bandar gave him a heads-up: the Ministry of Defense had recently carried out sweeping reforms of his troops, with plans to add an armored division, a mechanized infantry division, and an air defense brigade.

Meanwhile, the northern border region will also be equipped with a special operations command directly under the royal family. The command will be small in number but composed of elite personnel, specifically established for the Samod Intelligence Agency in Zion. Their missions include radio reconnaissance teams, counter-infiltration, and the elimination of high-value targets.

This department is also responsible to Lu Lin.

It is said that the proposal was put forward by the church, and many church talents were also recruited into the special operations team.

The other telegrams came from Lu Lin's home.

These days, telegrams are very precious; even royalty can't afford to misuse them. A single page is pieced together from the words of several people.

Musta asked him if he was settling in well in the United States; Sultan encouraged him to learn more from his father; and Sheila wanted him to plan her travel itinerary so she could use it when she went abroad to study.

Fragments of language piece together a complete family.

"That guy is really lucky."

Lu Lin felt a little conflicted. Perhaps if Zion hadn't attacked, the original owner of this body could have lived a happy and fulfilling life.

In addition, there was a letter from Yehena, filled with details of her daily life, her new military career, her daily prayers, and the fact that, due to her previous performance at the Nukoshir outpost, the church seemed to be considering relaxing restrictions on women's enlistment. However, for now, this only applies to prophets with special abilities like hers.

A withered jasmine flower fell out of the letter. Lu Lin leaned closer to smell it; the letter still had the scent of rose essential oil.

"Quite particular." He casually put the letter in his pocket.

Just then, a servant knocked on the door. "Major General, your guest has arrived."

Press walked in with a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples, who was dressed in a suit and whose press pass read "John McCarthy - The New York Times".

"Thanks to the General, I never imagined I'd be able to stay in the Plaza Hotel's top suite in my lifetime," the reporter from Press greeted with a smile.

McCarthy's handshake was firm and strong: "General Amir, I have long admired your name."

Lu Lin invited the two into his room and had a servant bring out dry martinis to serve them. He then ordered himself an iced cola: "Due to family reasons, I cannot drink alcohol. Please forgive me."

“Then we’ll do as the Romans do,” Pres said.

“Me too.” After three glasses of bubbly cola were served, Lu Lin went straight to the point: “I want to expose Zion’s war crimes to the light of day, and use television, newspapers, magazines and other media to completely tear off the fig leaf that Zion uses to pretend to be a ‘victim’.”

This will prevent them from claiming they are the threatened party and launching wars with impunity.

Press, who had been deep into the war zone and felt great sympathy for the Arab people suffering under the war, immediately said: "I can provide relevant photos or videos. As for propaganda, Editor-in-Chief John is a master. He has a wide network of connections, which is why I brought him along!"

Lu Lin turned his gaze to the middle-aged man in a suit and tie. This editor-in-chief, who claimed to be the editor of the largest newspaper in the United States, was obviously a man of the world. He did not show any fear or shock when he learned of Lu Lin's plan. Instead, he was seriously considering its feasibility.

"Well, Major General, your move could indeed catch Zion off guard." Editor-in-Chief John admitted that in this era dominated by traditional media, Lu Lin's tactic was indeed cunning: "Theoretically, as long as the content is truthful enough and passes censorship, the only remaining issues are..."

"Money is not an issue," Lu Lin stated. "I only have two requirements: first, speed; second, I want Zion to have no chance to even argue!"

“Hmm, I think I understand.” Editor John pondered for a moment, “I will have someone contact you and get back to you.”

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Three days later, when the confidential secretary placed the front page of The New York Times on Elliott's desk, the Zionist Foreign Secretary's fingertips, which were sipping tea, froze instantly.

He looked at the photo on the front page of the newspaper of a tank rolling over the Jerusalem wall. The six-pointed star symbol stood out even more in the black and white print, and even the armor number was clearly visible.

Elize felt completely awful. He frowned and asked, "Who sent this?!"

"Not only newspapers, but also periodicals, radio, and even Times Square are filled with reports about the war," the secretary said, sweating profusely.

"This is all those Arabs' scheme!" Elizer paced back and forth in the room. "They're trying to use public opinion to put pressure on us!"

He then picked up the phone: "Let's see if we can get these newspapers to stop printing, and then contact the TV stations to have them take these reports off the air!"

But fifteen minutes later, the call came back, and the secretary shook her head, clutching the receiver: "They refuse to take it down."

Elizer frowned and said, "Tell them that no matter how much they pay, we'll pay double! Let them change it to smear Arab countries, whatever they broadcast is fine!"

"Or not."

"What? Do they have no interest in money?"

"No, that's not it. They just said someone offered a higher price than us..."

Elize was about to say something when, as more and more calls came in, he realized that the other party seemed to have taken over more than just a few newspapers and magazines, but had monopolized most of the media in New York!

Elizer suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary public opinion counterattack, but a carefully planned strangulation, so he thought of another way: "Call the Jewish Public Affairs Committee and the Anti-Defamation League and ask them to intervene in this matter!"

As early as the early 1920s, Jews began to develop on the territory of the United States, and over the following decades, they gradually formed a powerful political, economic and cultural influence.

The Public Affairs Committee and the Anti-Defamation League are Jewish organizations that aim to lobby the United States to be closer to Zion and focus on combating anti-Semitism and racial discrimination.

So the secretary made the call, but to her surprise, the reply was, "Their main focus is currently on running for congressional representation, and they lack the manpower to organize and help them contact the news media."

Simply put, they want money.

"At a time like this, they're still asking for money!" Elize angrily slammed down the phone. How could Zion be made great again with these swarm of insects?!

However, it seems that it cannot be resolved today. Thinking of the upcoming UN General Assembly, which will be filled with doubts and criticisms, Elizer sighed: "Forget it, let's go and talk to the Prime Minister first, and decide not to attend today's meeting."

"Just say you're not feeling well."

(End of this chapter)