NIP Chapter 301 The remnants of the old era
Chapter 301 The remnants of the old era
"Sign up, gentlemen! Then stamp it with your company seal! Use the power granted to us by law to stamp it!"
After patiently waiting a while, and estimating that he had probably read through most of the draft, I decided to wait.
Roger then spoke again, his voice like the hiss of a venomous snake emerging from a crack in the ice—cold, slippery, and filled with an undeniable sense of oppression.
His withered fingers pounded heavily on the table, producing a rhythmic sound like a death knell.
"Get yourselves together! This is no ordinary business competition! This is a war that could determine our very survival! It is a holy war to safeguard the purity and security of American energy! All those trivial grudges of the past must be set aside immediately in the face of a common enemy! We must unite as one as steel and crush these two arrogant challengers together!"
He suddenly waved his hand, pointing towards the invisible direction of New York outside the window, his eyes filled with a desperate madness.
"Use all your power! All your media resources! All your 'experts' and mouthpieces! I want to fill every front page of every newspaper, every prime-time television show, every corner of the internet... and every information platform in America with doubt, panic, and anger towards Stark Industries and Osborn! Let those fools who cheer and dream of escaping our control just to save a few dollars on electricity bills use their brains, burned out by cheap electricity, to think carefully—"
As he spoke, a twisted smile appeared on Roger's face, and he continued to shout loudly, each word deliberate and enticing, as if bewitched by a demon.
"Look at the little money they've saved, isn't it enough to buy themselves a decent coffin? To hell with new energy! The energy market of this land, past, present, and future, belongs to us! Only we can define the rules!"
"Swish—swish—swish—"
After a brief silence, the only response he received was the rapid, hurried sound of electronic styluses swiping across screens to sign his name.
These energy giants, who usually scheme against each other and wish they could devour one another, now had expressions of resentment, fear, and anger on their faces.
Just like the long-dead old men with queues, they are unwilling to accept the changes of the new era and instead try their best to suppress all emerging products!
Therefore, under Roger's description of the "survival crisis" and the slogan of "war," their inner greed and desire to protect their vested interests completely overwhelmed everything else.
Even knowing that the incriminating evidence presented by Roger was baseless and lacked any substantial proof, they didn't care at all. Their hands trembled, yet they signed their names on the virtual joint statement with unwavering determination, affixing the electronic seal of their companies—symbols of power and wealth.
Each stroke of the pen seemed to place a heavy shackle on the nascent light that enveloped New York City at this very moment.
It was from this moment that a devastating storm, built on carefully woven lies, deliberately incited panic, and the reactive backlash of vested interest groups, began to take shape at an alarming speed in the power center of Washington, D.C., and at the headquarters of major media outlets across the United States.
A torrent of money began to flow.
Politicians' phones were ringing off the hook.
The press release from the "experts" was fabricated.
The instructions for the online trolls were issued.
They have only one goal...
The overwhelming torrent of public opinion completely and permanently buried the spark that Stark and Osborn ignited—a spark that truly represented a bright future but was too dazzling for them—under darkness and stigma!