1836: I Became a Literary Giant in Great Britain

Chapter 90 Michelle arrived, and the sky cleared in London!

London mornings are always awakened by the crisp cries of newsboys...

"Extra number! Extra number!"

"Breaking Exclusive from the London Express! Renowned author Michel LeBlanc exposes a shocking hoax!"

"Come see 'The Vanishing Railroad'! See how a conman uses eggs and bread to swindle you out of your life savings!"

Unlike the sensational social news of the past, today's hawking sounds seem particularly penetrating.

And it truly captured the curiosity of many Londoners.

Who wouldn't want to know how scammers work? As long as they're not the victim themselves...

An ordinary employee queuing outside a bank casually bought a newspaper.

He was originally just drawn by Michelle's name to kill time while waiting.

But when he saw the story on the front page, his expression changed drastically as he read it.

It's so lifelike! It's like looking in a mirror...

The swindler named "Victor" in the story promised a high return of 20%, which was exactly the same as an investment project in the "East India Spice Trade" that he had heard about at a party a few days ago!

Even the investment returns and sales pitches are exactly the same...

He was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He left the queue and hurried home.

He had to tell his wife immediately that the money he had prepared for investment must not be touched!

In a cheap pub, several workers who had just finished their night shift were drinking large glasses of ale for a few pence.

One of them was reading a story from the newspaper, and everyone around him was listening quietly.

When he heard the story of how the villagers sold their only ox to raise the twenty pounds for their investment, a weathered worker couldn't help but wipe his eyes with the back of his hand.

"My cousin, who lives far away in the countryside, wrote last month saying that a very important person had come to their village," also saying he was going to America to build a railroad...

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He invested all the money he had saved as a dowry for his daughter.

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As for the ending, it seems there's no need to say more...

The tavern was deathly silent, save for heavy sighs.

In a luxurious villa in the western district, a lady is enjoying her breakfast.

She gracefully opened the London Express, and this article also caught her attention.

Especially since the author is Michelle, who has recently become a sensation among wealthy women.

That song, "When You Are Old," brought tears to her eyes quite a bit.

How she longed to be twenty years younger, to have a passionate and unforgettable love affair with this poet!

Although romance was out of the question, she was still willing to spend a few minutes reading the article out of respect for this talented poet.

But the more I read, the more something seemed off.

After reading it, the lady put down her knife and fork, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.

The story in the newspaper reminded her of an afternoon tea party just last week, where a baroness had enthusiastically recommended an investment opportunity in the "Canadian colonial fur trade," claiming an astonishingly high rate of return.

She was somewhat tempted at the time, but now, looking back, those extravagant advertisements were remarkably similar to the scams described in the newspapers.

Thankfully, she didn't invest in this "Canadian colonial fur trade," otherwise she would have fallen into the scammers' trap too...

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little more favorably disposed towards Michelle, who had protected his wallet...

This Mr. Michel must be a truly upright and honorable knight...

Such stories are constantly unfolding in London.

Some were relieved, some cried, and some stubbornly refused to believe it.

This article is not just about the story of a small rural town.

Unlike Michel's previous works.

It's more like a mirror, reflecting the countless traps hidden beneath the frenzied speculative tide of this era.

From rural farmers and artisans to urban middle-class individuals and even some aristocrats, anyone can become a target for scammers.

Michelle's article, in the most accessible and understandable way, served as a wake-up call for everyone.

It also served as a nationwide public education campaign against fraud in this era of rampant growth.

There are no free lunches in the world; what falls from the sky are traps. Think twice before you seize good opportunities.

For a time, "The Vanishing Railroad" became the hottest topic of conversation throughout London.

The entrance to the London Express newspaper office was packed with people.

But this time, instead of angry protesters, it was wave after wave of agitated people who arrived.

Some of them came with newspapers to verify the information.

"Sir, is the railway scam mentioned in the newspaper true?"

Some people come seeking help.

"My father has invested his entire pension in a company that seems to be involved in a South American silver mine. What should we do?"

Many more people came to express their gratitude.

"Mr. Michel is truly our guardian angel! If it weren't for this article, I almost sold my house and invested in that damn 'Australian ranch'!"

"With Mr. Michel's arrival, the sky over London has cleared!"

Michael and the newspaper staff were caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

Therefore, they had to temporarily allocate manpower to receive these agitated citizens.

Michelle, the one who started all of this, was standing by the office window, quietly watching the surging crowds below.

He anticipated the article would cause a reaction, but he did not expect it to be so intense.

This only shows that far more people have been harmed by this scam than he imagined.

His article punctured a huge abscess, exposing the stench hidden deep within the social fabric.

Michael rushed into the office excitedly, waving a piece of paper in his hand.

"Michelle! Look! Other newspapers are starting to report on it too!"

The Times, the Morning Chronicle... almost all of London's mainstream newspapers devoted their most prominent pages to discussing the "investment scam" phenomenon sparked by "The Vanishing Railroad".

Michelle's name appears in almost every report.

His name is inextricably linked with terms like "social responsibility" and "public conscience."

He is no longer just a bestselling author who can write stories.

In the eyes of many Londoners, he became a warrior who dared to declare war on darkness.

The flames of public opinion have been completely ignited, forming an unstoppable force.

But that's not enough...

The noise from London takes time to reach the remote town of Wilkesworth.

As for that conman named Vincent, although he still has a long time left to make money.

But who knows if he might suddenly become alert and run away.

If he gets away, Michelle will be really upset.

However, Michelle was prepared for this; he asked Michael for Robert early this morning.

This young man's character is trustworthy.

Michael readily agreed.

After all, Michel was even more important to the London Express than he was as its editor-in-chief.

Forget Robert, I could even have him...

Yes, Michelle couldn't wait for the post office's speed.

He wanted to use the most primitive methods to bring his instructions, letters, and some other things back to the town as quickly as possible.

The most basic methods are often the most stable and efficient...

In Michelle's previous life, some companies drove at 170 km/h on highways with a speed limit of 100 km/h just to submit their bids.

I'd rather have my driver's license revoked than not get it delivered as quickly as possible.

Michelle glanced at the few freshly printed newspapers on the table, then walked to the corner and carefully wrapped the cold, heavy lead printing plate in cloth.

He had prepared all the evidence, the powerful weapon of public opinion, and other things.

It's time to go home...

Michelle wanted to personally bring these things back to the small town where he was born and raised.

He wanted to let his father and all the villagers see for themselves what kind of dirty and cheap materials were used to forge the "American moon" they longed for.

A real show is about to unfold in front of that "generous gentleman" Mr. Vincent LeBlanc!

He wanted to personally smash these things in Vincent's face!

no sooner said than done!