Fantasy Writers 1860

"It must be written on the envelope, it's all there, I don't know which envelope it is," Clancy said, pointing casually without turning her head.

He pointed to a corner of the table where a pile of opened envelopes lay.

Dorian took them all and examined them one by one, quickly finding the corresponding envelopes based on the handwriting and smell.

"This location doesn't seem like a place where rich people would live..." Dorian looked at the address on the envelope, which was located in an unknown place in the East District.

Could he really be that boiler operator?

Is he the same Miles Vaughn who worked as a boiler operator in the theater that I mentioned when I went to the theater ruins with Inspector Leeds that day?

How could a boiler worker like him afford such expensive ink to write letters?

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

Dorian made a mental note of it, intending to report the matter to Inspector Lesder, as it might provide new clues for their investigation.

At this point, Editor-in-Chief Clancy finally gave up on repairing his broken clock, a look of indignation on his face: "I spent a lot of money on this clock, and now it seems it really can't be fixed... It's all those 'competitors' fault for doing this kind of thing; I'll make them pay!"

"Pay the price? Do you mean you want to..." Dorian asked.

"Sue them! We must sue them! I'm going to sue them! Didn't you go undercover to investigate that day and pull out a lot of intelligence? I'm going to use that as evidence to sue those newspapers for unfair competition!" Clancy slapped his thigh, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

"Sue?" Dorian realized that he had subconsciously ignored such a normal option.

"That's right, a lawsuit! I want them to pay the legal price for their actions, compensate us for the damage to our reputation, and issue a public apology to set the record straight! This will be another major public relations crisis for us!"

Dorian snapped out of his reverie and casually asked, "Will 'The Million Pound Stamp' continue its serialization?"

Editor-in-Chief Clancy waved his hand and said decisively, "Of course we should. Why not? Not only can we not stop, we should continue publishing. The more critical the situation, the more assertive we must be."

Dorian sighed. The previous theater bombing, the smuggling of the Phantom Book, the Order of the Flawless Dawn, the copycat crime, the fugitive Samuel, the siege of the newspaper headquarters, the newspaper debate that spanned half of Lentinion, and the lawsuits and trials that were about to begin...

I just wanted to write a novel quietly and earn enough royalties to support myself, so why are these big things coming my way one after another?

Could it be that what Disrife told me before, that my soul has resonated with the laws of this world, and that those faint connections created by my words have already drawn me in?

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"If you ask me, Mr. Hakimi is definitely still traumatized by the shock of the past few days! Look at what he wrote in this issue..."

At the Bentham Bar in the river port area, a burly man slammed a poorly printed newspaper on the table. "He actually made Henry look like a conman! The clothing store owner took back the clothes he delivered, the hotel wanted to kick him out, and a whole bunch of people came to collect their debts! This is absolutely to cater to those stupid victims!"

That's not actually the case. Dorian simply adapted the plot from the film version. In the original novel, Henry Adams's life is too smooth sailing, so the film version added a twist for dramatic conflict.

The impoverished old nobleman, who was initially moved out of his room because of Henry's arrival, mischievously persuaded a hotel maid to secretly hide Henry Adams' million-pound note under the carpet while he was away, and spread rumors that he was a fraud and had no million-pound note at all.

The news spread like wildfire, and Henry Adams's "mysterious millionaire" persona instantly collapsed. Those who had previously helped him were now afraid he was a fraud, so they all came to collect their debts, forcing him to hand over the million-pound note. Even the mining stocks he had previously claimed to have invested in began to plummet.

Of course, the impoverished old nobleman wasn't a bad person; he was just playing a prank. So when he saw Henry Adams in danger because of his prank, he immediately produced the million-pound note, publicly restoring Henry Adams's reputation, and everyone staged another dramatic change of face.

However, this part will be covered in the next episode.

"I just want to know, why did he break off here again? Goddess above, is Henry going to be arrested as a fraud?" another worker couldn't help but shout.

"This is definitely related to what happened a few days ago! Adams was treated like a fraud, isn't that just like that Samuel poster on the street now? This is clearly Mr. Hakimi's dissatisfaction with those things!"

"I don't think Mr. Hakimi is afraid. On the contrary, he's going head-to-head! You see, Adams isn't a liar; it's just that his money was hidden by that damned old nobleman. And that clothing store owner he wrote about, the trader who threw him out of the exchange, those people who came to the hotel to collect debts... aren't they just referring to those idiots who blocked the newspaper office that day?"

"That's right, those people blocking the door demanding payment at the end of the story were practically pointing the finger at those idiots from a few days ago who refused to admit their stupidity and blamed everything on a novel!"

"If that's what you mean, then some parts of the first half of this issue actually... match up, they all match up! Mr. Hakimi didn't openly confront them, but subtly criticized and mocked them in this installment!"

After a heated discussion, the people in the tavern reached a basic consensus: the storyline of this installment was actually Mr. Hakimi subtly expressing his true attitude.

Only "Iron Hand" Reg was thinking about other unrelated things:

Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't seen anyone from the "Blue Blood Gang" in a long time.

Especially Blackwood, the local boss, who used to come and plunder every few days, but it's been almost two weeks and he hasn't come even once.

In addition, the other members of the "Blue Blood Gang" who came to collect protection money every day have also disappeared...

They had previously gone to great lengths to hunt down that young man, but then not only did the matter suddenly fall apart, but they themselves also disappeared without a trace.

Speaking of which, I wonder how that young man is doing now.

He downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, then looked at the crowd in the tavern who were engaged in a lively discussion.

Since he left, we've never found anyone who could read the newspaper better than him. It's such a pity...

Although the story of "The Million Pound Note" was very interesting, for some reason he always felt that later readers did not read it as well as Dorian.

Greg began to miss the days when Dorian was still around.