Emotional Value Surge

Of course,

Establishing an organization isn't just about empty talk.

Cao Cheng is the sole founder!

He began to assign tasks.

He asked several well - known and older people to directly approach the neighborhood office and submit an application for this matter.

Officially, the "Jiangbei Masses" aims to promote neighborly harmony.

If there is a quarrel in a family or a man beats his wife, the aunts of the Jiangbei Masses will visit the family to mediate and offer guidance.

If there are minor problems in a household, the aunts will also lend a hand.

Environmental sanitation also falls under their management scope. They are, in a way, assisting the neighborhood office.

These are just the surface - level functions.

In private, everyone should keep an eye out for petty thieves and even some unfamiliar tenants. Once any suspicious behavior, such as criminal activities, drug use, gambling, or acts of espionage, is discovered, it should be reported to the neighborhood office.

In a nutshell,

"Let the bad guys be submerged in the vast ocean of the people and bring peace and order to the entire Jiangbei District, and even Sanjiang City!"

Applause filled the air.

The scene was bustling with activity.

The number of aunts increased, exceeding forty.

Cao Cheng stood in the middle and pressed his hand down.

"Moreover,"

Just these two words made everyone fall silent.

Cao Cheng said in a solemn voice, "Moreover, we need to mobilize your connections. Especially in the surrounding communities, residential areas, and streets, you should approach your old friends and dance partners and invite them to join us. We must expand the Jiangbei Masses and ensure that more people participate."

"We need to form a linkage mechanism for quick response and ultimately be able to handle various incidents efficiently."

Everyone nodded in agreement as they listened.

Some thoughtful aunts were even taking notes of what Cao Cheng said in their little notebooks.

He spoke so well!

"Now, if anyone has any questions or doesn't understand something, raise your hand and ask."

"I do." An elder sister raised her hand.

She was in her forties, looking like a housewife, and Cao Cheng didn't know her well.

Cao Cheng smiled and said, "Ma'am, go ahead."

The elder sister was excited and very satisfied with Cao Cheng's attitude. She stood up and said, "I have a question. What if the aunts and sisters from other communities are not willing to join?"

"Yes, yes. When it comes to mobilization, not everyone will be willing. There's no money involved, and I'm afraid some people won't be very motivated."

Once the topic was opened,

Many other questions emerged.

The most crucial issue was actually the matter of motivation.

Yesterday's incident happened in the Cotton Textile Factory Community, so people there felt a strong sense of empathy and were more motivated.

But it might be different in other places.

Maybe the nearby areas would be okay, but the aunts and grandmas from farther - away places might not have the same enthusiasm.

"This is a very good question,"

After everyone sat down, Cao Cheng nodded and smiled. "Don't worry, everyone. I've thought it all through. Wait for me for two days. Everything will fall into place after that."

...

This matter was settled.

First, they needed to report to the neighborhood office and also involve the aunts from the office.

The organizational structure also needed to be set up.

Cao Cheng didn't plan to be the leader as he didn't have the time, but he must make sure that everyone knew that the Jiangbei Masses was his brainchild. This was related to the emotional value.

Immediately,

Cao Cheng went to the local news media and journalists to publicize what had happened last night.

He also copied the video from the community.

He spent more than 20,000 yuan to buy a laptop and made a simple video edit, which showed the aunts beating up the hooligans and then the hooligans being taken away by the police.

Cao Cheng went to see Director Li again, reported the matter, and got a promise of a pennant and a bonus.

The organization had just been established, and many channels were not yet open.

Once the channels were opened in the future, there would be no need to worry about a little money, as all units would allocate funds.

As long as this organization was positive, progressive, official, and well - known...

Then, not to mention the various directors at the street level, even the city and provincial authorities would take notice.

It was difficult to get started.

But it couldn't stump Cao Cheng.

With some publicity and promotion in public opinion, many things would become easier.

It wasn't really the era of the full - blown Internet yet, and people hadn't seen real public opinion...

Cao Cheng was planning to launch a so - called "dimensionality reduction strike".

At this time, the advertising of Brain Platinum was still very popular.

So,

Young Master Cao was going to let everyone see what real "shock" was.

Soon, a series of eye - catching titles appeared on various major forums and Tieba.

"Shocking! The hooligans have once again crossed the moral bottom line by not sparing even the old ladies!"

"Shocking! Why are these aunts so tough? See if there are such aunts in your family!"

"Shocking! How did ten strong hooligans get defeated by housewives!"

"Shocking! The aunts in Jiangbei District are far ahead!"

"Shocking..."

...

Just two days!

Just as he said, within two days, everyone in Sanjiang City, especially in Jiangbei District, knew about the aunts' fierce fight against the hooligans.

Who said that retirees couldn't contribute to society anymore?

There were pictures as evidence.

There were also news reports and interviews with several aunts.

The aunts from the cotton textile factory became well - known.

This made the aunts from other communities extremely envious.

At their age, they didn't really ask for much. It wasn't like the old days when people couldn't even get enough to eat.

Now that they had enough to eat and drink, they began to pursue spiritual fulfillment and social fame.

At this time,

The "Jiangbei Masses" organization started to recruit members. Cao Cheng asked each aunt to take brochures and give on - the - spot explanations.

The number of members began to increase rapidly.

The street authorities also agreed because the organization had a very good reputation.

The street leaders received praise from the district and even the city authorities. So, they directly approved the "Jiangbei Masses" organization.

They even allocated a small office in the street area as a temporary office.

...

Once an organization got official recognition.

Even if it was only at the street level, the resources it could mobilize would increase significantly.

They could access information about temporary residents.

Although Sanjiang City couldn't compare with Zhonghai, it was still not a small city. It had implemented the temporary residence permit system ten years ago.

This was the legitimacy, and most people would cooperate.

Actually,

This kind of mass - based model had appeared many years ago.

But with the advent of the new era, such organizations had disappeared.

Now, its sudden appearance caught people off guard.

Moreover, the results were better than expected.

Quite a few people with problems were actually caught.

In just one month, in the Jiangbei community area alone, more than forty cases of prostitution and whoring were reported, along with cases of gambling, fighting, and even illegal parking and traffic violations were alleviated to some extent.

There were also major cases.

Six drug - taking cases.

And two wanted criminals were caught.

The number of pennants began to increase rapidly.

Leaders at all levels began to show concern.

All channels were opened.

This made the aunts and elder sisters very happy and full of enthusiasm.

The number of the masses was increasing every day.

Moreover, some young people began to join, such as the security guards in the surrounding shopping malls, the doormen, and the young girls working in the snack street shops, etc.

It became more diversified.

This was also proposed by Cao Cheng. He wanted to recruit group members with diverse identities and infiltrate various industries.

Cao Cheng didn't hold an official position but only had his name on the list. Every day, there was a continuous stream of positive and negative emotions piling up.

And little by little, they added up.

Don't look down on the small amount of emotions each person provided, but with so many people, it made a big difference.

In this past month, Cao Cheng had done several ten - draw lucky draws again.

In total, including the previous ones, he had done nine ten - draw lucky draws.

On the night when he fought against the hooligans, the emotion value had already exceeded 1,000!

Later, when he motivated the aunts, he got nearly 600 emotion values on that day!

After that, when he carried out the public opinion propaganda, it provided more than 2,000 emotion values.

Cao Cheng found that as long as the events were related to him, the emotion values generated could be collected, even if the people who generated the emotions didn't know about his existence.

However, the scope was limited to Sanjiang City.

It was a bit of a pity.

In addition,

The initial state of an event provided the most emotion values, and it would gradually decrease later.

This forced Cao Cheng to keep causing new events.

Unless he didn't want to do the lucky draws anymore.

Otherwise, relying solely on the 'Jiangbei masses', he couldn't truly lie back and relax.

Alas.

Even a great hero has to be a busybody!

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