North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 38 You Are My Miracle

"I'm so sorry, Li, I once doubted your medical skills and the magical penicillin!"

In the study, Edgar Allan Poe's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he spoke rapidly, like a machine gun: "I just had an injection yesterday, and since last night, I've felt much better!"

"You know what, Lee? I even slept through the night!"

"You know what? This is such a cause for celebration for me!"

"I haven't had a good night's sleep since I contracted pneumonia over a year ago!"

"Every night, I am tortured by chest pain, and the uncontrollable severe coughing makes it impossible for me to sleep!"

"But last night, I slept through the whole night, and the pain in my chest was much less severe. Moreover, I didn't cough once... cough cough cough!"

Poe still coughed, but the symptoms had obviously improved a lot, and there was much less blood in his cough.

"Li, you used the miraculous medical skills from the East, from China, to restore my health!"

"Lee, you saved my life!!!"

A-Zu looked at him with a smile on his face.

Edgar Allan Poe is indeed in much better condition today than he was yesterday!
The miraculous effect of penicillin, coupled with a good sleep, makes Edgar Allan Poe seem like a different person today.

Even the whole person's mental outlook has changed!
No longer the sickly, weak poet, novelist, and dying detective.

Instead, he is a middle-aged man who is energetic, quick-thinking and speaks very fast!

"Lee, you are simply a miracle in my life!"

"All the doctors told me that my pneumonia was too severe to be cured! But, Li, you brought me back to life with just one shot!"

Edgar Allan Poe, the famous American poet, novelist and great detective, was as excited as a child in front of A-Zu today!
Poe stood before A-Zu and bowed deeply. "Lee, you saved my life and restored my health. Yet you never asked anything of me. Instead, I was the one who suspected and questioned you."

“This makes me feel deeply ashamed!”

"From now on, if you need me, I will do my best to serve you!"

"Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, there's no need for this!" A-Zu reached out to help him up and handed him a glass of wine.

"First of all, your illness is not cured yet. You need to continue to take penicillin until you are fully recovered."

A Zu smiled and said, "Secondly, it's not that I don't want anything from you. I do need you to do something for me."

"Again... I'm not the only one who saved your life. Old Colonel Cameron has saved you several times. If... I mean if, my interests conflict with those of the Cameron family, what will you choose?"

Poe sat down and wiped the wine glass in his hand. "You are different from old Cameron! He saved me because he needed me. Besides, my wife and unborn child died because of him."

Poe took a sip of his wine and said, "If I still owe him anything, then I have basically repaid him for what I have done for him over the years."

"There's one last thing, right?" A-Zu asked with a smile.

"Yes! Finding out the real murderer who poisoned little Cameron is the last thing I do for him."

"Can you finish this last thing?"

Poe looked down at the amber wine in his glass, remained silent for a long time, and finally shook his head: "It's difficult! Very difficult! All the clues are broken... or rather, there are no clues at all. Everything is just my personal speculation, without any real evidence."

"If you can't find the real murderer and complete the last task, then you will still owe Old Cameron. What are you going to do after you fully recover?"

Poe was silent again and did not speak for a long time.

"Haha!" A-Zu smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, I won't embarrass Mr. Poe."

Edgar Allan Poe then looked up and asked, "Lee, what do you want me to do for you?" A Zu thought for a moment and replied, "I want to start a newspaper!"

"A newspaper?"

"Yes! I want to start a newspaper! In this day and age, without a newspaper, you have no voice."

"Right to speak? That's a very novel concept, and it hits the nail on the head! But I still want to ask, Li, as a businessman like you, what right to speak do you want?"

"I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing this for us!"

A Zu replied, "We Chinese are discriminated against and oppressed everywhere in this land, struggling at the bottom of society."

"If we don't have a voice, we Chinese will never be able to hold our heads up high and live as human beings! We will not be able to uphold justice for ourselves in public opinion!"

"So, I must publish this newspaper!"

Edgar Allan Poe was a smart man and completely understood A-Zu's thoughts and ideas.

"So, Lee, you want me to run a newspaper for you?"

"Talking to an intelligent person is always relaxing and enjoyable!" A-Zu nodded. "That's right! Mr. Poe, you are a very famous and prolific poet and novelist, as well as a well-known detective. You are very well-known. Moreover, you have worked for many newspapers before and have a wealth of experience."

"You are absolutely the most suitable person to lead the newspaper!"

Poe made no attempt to deny it, nor was he modest: "Indeed, I am one of the few men in America who are best suited to run a newspaper! I have always entertained the idea, but it has never been supported."

"So, you agree?"

"Yes, I agree!" Poe winked. "But there's just one problem!"

"what is the problem?"

"Li, are you rich enough?"

“How much investment is needed to run a newspaper with sufficient influence?”

Poe took a sip of his wine and thought for a moment, "Running a newspaper in the West is much harder than in the East! Besides, paper is three times more expensive in the West!"

"If I have enough influence to meet your requirements, it will cost at least $60,000 to $70,000!"

"This is just the initial investment. If the newspaper continues to make losses, we will need to keep investing money."

A Zu replied nonchalantly, "For me, money is not a problem!"

"Ah?" Poe looked up at A-Zu in surprise. "Are you serious? As far as I know, you've only been on this land for a little over a month!"

"The money will come soon! Mr. Poe, just start the newspaper."

"As for me, I just pay the bills! My only request is that this newspaper uphold justice and fairness for all Chinese people!"

"Of course, as you wish!"

After this extremely important conversation, A-Zu gave Edgar Allan Poe another shot in the butt.

In the afternoon, it was time for all shareholders to meet to summarize the company's operating conditions during this period.

This time, not only are Vic and Jason's debts due and must be repaid immediately.

Moreover, A-Zu needs money in more and more places and urgently needs a lot of funds!
So, A Zu was also looking forward to it. How much money had he made in the past half month?

(End of this chapter)