At the grand festival event on Water Seven Island, Festa had spared no expense to set up a live broadcast from every angle in order to spread its influence.
Dada's proposal was to imitate Festa: set up the broadcasting equipment here as quickly as possible, then use the news agency's name to broadcast truly firsthand information to every corner of the world.
Although they were in a hurry, and it was already deep into the night,
as long as they made use of their existing channels and connections, spreading their influence to some areas within a short time should not be a problem.
Especially in the various allied countries around the world. Morgans had secretly cultivated quite a few connections there.
That was the advantage of wielding public opinion as a blade. Even many corrupt men in high positions had to curry favor with Morgans.
Now was precisely the time to put those connections to use.
"Still not enough."
Morgans's thoughts raced.
The connections he could leverage alone were insufficient to expand his influence to a level he would find satisfactory.
It was simply too rushed.
"Damn it, if only we had more time..."
Morgans knitted his brows tightly.
Experience told him that even if they set up the broadcasting equipment on the spot, they would probably still struggle to make it in time.
Because this was simply too rushed.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Morgans, and he thought of a workable solution.
This piece of meat was too large for him to swallow in one bite, so he could simply share a little with the other players in the industry.
As for the potential risks, they did not exist at all.
Because as long as he held tightly to Maud's coattails, the title of the world's number-one