"This is a declaration of war on Brannan. It is too risky and will bring us disaster."
Henry, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Californian, held a piece of manuscript with wet ink in his hand. The title on it was eye-catching: Who stole our gold, and who is destroying our homes?
The content was even more shocking, directly pointing to the source of all the chaos in California as the richest and most powerful man in California: Sam Brannan.
After reading the manuscript, Henry's hands were shaking.
"If we don't declare war on him, there will be no fatal disasters? Don't forget, we just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe, and they just destroyed beautiful Sacramento!"
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. If he wants to continue to grow and develop in California, Brannan, this stumbling block, has become a point that he has to get rid of. Even if it means breaking his toe bones, he will kick away this stinky and hard stumbling block of Brannan.
"This newspaper is distributed for free. Within three days, I want to see this newspaper in the hands of everyone in San Francisco and Sacramento. Give it out to me even if it's like toilet paper!" Liang Yao has made up his mind to fight to the death. "Not a single letter of the words on it can be changed. If you do, you should know the consequences."
"Yes, Boss, I'll do it right away."
Henry covered his nervously beating heart and left Liang Yao's devastated residence with the manuscript.
With the help of the Security Committee to eliminate dissidents and competitors, San Francisco has become Brannan's small kingdom.
The prices of San Francisco's gold mining tools, daily necessities and other commodities did not depend on their costs or market supply and demand, but on Brannan's mood.
"Damn it, didn't half an ounce buy a shovel a week ago? Why does it cost an ounce of gold to buy a shovel now? And the quality is getting worse and worse."
In Brannan's grocery store, a gold digger couldn't help but complain. With such prices, not only could they not find gold, but they would even have to bear more debt.
"Sir, there is more and more gold on the market, so its value is naturally not that high. If you think it is too expensive, please go somewhere else."
A gunman with a newspaper tucked under his arm said this. On his arm was a conspicuous armband of the Security Committee.
The gold digger had no choice but to shake his head helplessly, put the shovel back to its place, and left Brannan's grocery store.
Brannan was in a good mood today. Although Brandon failed to get rid of Liang Yao, he burned down Sacramento, and many of Liang Yao's industries were also burned in the fire.
Brannan only paid 2,000 ounces of gold for this. There is no doubt that he was the winner in this round of confrontation, catching his opponent off guard.
It's a pity that Brannan's happy mood didn't last the whole day.
He saw today's California Daily from one of his hired gunmen, which could be said to be a declaration of war against him.
Brannan walked to the stove and threw the newspaper into the fire. The burning flames reflected his gloomy face and his chilling, murderous eyes.
The free California Daily News quickly spread through the streets of San Francisco.
Almost everyone, whether illiterate miners or well-educated middle class people, had a copy, because it was free and the quality of the paper was surprisingly good, so even if they didn't read it, they could use it for other purposes.
The newspaper soon reached Flagg.
Flagg knew that the California Daily was Liang Yao's mouthpiece, but there were not many newspapers available for subscription in California, and the content of the California Daily was novel and interesting, making it a very competitive newspaper in the eastern region. There were no opera houses or salons for nobles to gather in California, so reading newspapers became one of the few ways to entertain and relax. Flagg had no reason not to subscribe to a high-quality newspaper like the California Daily.
"Sheriff Flagg said he has zero tolerance for corrupt troopers and said they will be brought to court and face the full force of the United States.
At the same time, Sheriff Flagg also said that the villain Sam Brannan and his lackeys, the Vigilante Committee, who were corrupting the RCMP behind the scenes, should all be thrown into the cesspool and drowned, so that the people can get justice and California can get a clear and bright future! "
When he read this sentence, Flagg felt a chill down his spine and trembled all over.
He didn't want to take sides between Liang Yao and Brannan, he didn't want to offend either of them. What he wanted was stability in California, and he, Flagg, played both sides, kept himself out of trouble, and gained benefits from both of them.
As for the mess of public security in San Francisco and Sacramento, let his successor solve it.
There is no doubt that this newspaper will make his personal image very great in the eyes of all Californians, and it will also put him, Flagg, at the forefront of the conflict.
Flagg could no longer maneuver between the two richest men in California. He had to take sides directly, without even a choice, and could only stand on Liang Yao's side.
He received a large amount of gold from Liang Yao and had a close relationship with Liang Yao, which Brannan knew. Although this newspaper was exaggerated, the content was also a mixture of truth and falsehood. Lies with real content were easy to believe.
"I thought Brannan was a jerk enough, but I didn't expect that Liang Yao, that little jerk, was even more of a jerk than Brannan."
Fleg was so angry that he couldn't help talking to himself. He wished he could rush to Liang Yao and beat him up right now.
This damned guy made him have to be careful about whether there is a gun pointed at him in the dark when he goes out. For a villain like Brannan who dares to trample on the laws of the United States in public, he is definitely capable of assassinating the sheriff.
"Oh, dear, please don't say that. Mr. Liang is a very good man."
Flagg's wife did not agree with Flagg's point of view, which made Flagg very angry.
"Did you take the gold from that bastard again?"
"I swear to God that I have never accepted gold from anyone. I will always keep your instructions in mind."
Flagg didn't want to argue with his ignorant wife, so he grabbed the newspaper and stormed out.
"But I accepted his dollars. I had no choice. The prices in San Francisco are too high. You are the sheriff. If the sheriff's wife does not live a decent life, the whole of San Francisco will look down on us. I did it for your own good. I hope you can forgive me, dear."
After Flagg left, Mrs. Flagg murmured in a low voice, trying to convince herself.
It's been released as a test, and the results are terrible so far, but I was mentally prepared. After all, it's an unpopular niche subject, and my level is very limited.