Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 13 Liu Yide's Golden Road

How will the case end?

This is not a problem that Liu Yide needs to consider right now.

Because their interests are now intertwined.

Fear can only make people kneel, while profit can make people risk their lives.

For Alessandro, in some ways he was even more anxious than himself – because he needed to seize the opportunity.

The salted fish can only turn its life around by seizing an opportunity, so it will definitely not miss this opportunity.

After the dinner, lying in Federico’s guest room, Liu Yide once again sorted out everything.

First of all, there's no need to worry about Alessandro.

For the sake of his reputation, he would not only actively clear his name, but also be more eager than anyone else to become famous overnight.

Alessandro needs fame, and he himself needs fame.

So, in a way, he was his ally.

At least for now.

What about Federico?

What does he want?

After several years in the business, although he drank himself into a stupor, Liu Yide also learned a lot.

Benefit!

Of all relationships, the weakest is the relationship of interests, and the most stable is also the relationship of interests.

Relationships arise from mutual benefit and can also break down due to mutual benefit.

However, without mutual benefit, there can be no relationship.

So how do we get them to work for us?

Alessandro, Federico... what do they want?

People are driven by either fame or fortune!

Give the former fame, and the latter profit!

But the key is still that paper.

However, that paper was just the beginning.

So after careful consideration, Liu Yide's goal was very clear: to become famous!

Having figured everything out, Liu Yide slept soundly.

The next morning, after the maid had prepared breakfast, Federico, who had just received the newspaper, turned his gaze to his wife in the dining room after seeing the news:

"Honey, have Daisy go and call Mr. Liu Yide down for breakfast."

Mrs. Federico, who was preparing the tableware, looked at her husband with some confusion:

"Honey, Mr. Liu Yide has worked very hard these past two days. He should get some rest. I think..."

Before his wife could finish speaking, Federico, who had already entered the restaurant, handed her the newspaper:

"Honey, if he doesn't eat breakfast now, I think he won't have time for breakfast anymore!"

"What?" Mrs. Federico took the newspaper with some confusion, but when she saw the news, she immediately understood.

Is he a murderous monster or a benevolent healer?

Early one morning, a news report shocked the entire city of Genoa. The Genoa Morning News was a widely circulated local newspaper, subscribed to by almost every household.

When people see the news in the newspaper, their first thought isn't—syphilis has been cured.

But—what's going on here?

He was a murderous monster after all.

Or a savior doctor?

The news report was simple yet uncomplicated: After questioning the so-called "deadly doctor," investigating judge Alessandro discovered that he was neither a fraud nor a murderer. In fact, he was a scholar who invented a treatment for syphilis, and those patients who were mistakenly believed to have been killed by him not only lived well but were also cured of their syphilis.

The seemingly simple news directly overturned the previous report by The Galleria.

The whole of Genoa was filled with debate in the early morning, and it was during this debate that people realized one thing—syphilis, this damned incurable disease, had actually been conquered!

My God!

He was cured of syphilis!

It's unclear who first uttered that exclamation, but people then rushed towards the sailors' hospital.

Now is the time to witness a miracle.

"Matthia, your report is all over Genoa right now, and it will definitely be reprinted in Rome, Paris, and London soon as well."

In the restaurant, Alessandro, who was enjoying breakfast, looked at Mattia and offered his congratulations.

"Now, the person standing before me is no longer Mattia from the Genoa Morning News, but Mattia, a well-known Italian journalist!"

Mattia smiled in response to the congratulations:

"And you? My friend, the whole world saw how you rescued a genius from prison. My God, who would believe that syphilis was truly cured if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes!"

Last night, Mattia was awakened from her sleep by Alessandro, who had come to her door—they were high school classmates and friends.

Upon meeting, the other party told him: There is a big news story, would you like to report it?

They then went to the sailors' hospital and met the "murdered sailors".

Next, everything fell into place. He wrote a press release overnight, rushed to the newspaper office, and after obtaining the editor-in-chief's approval, adjusted the front-page news overnight.

Thus, a news story that was enough to shock the whole world was born.

"My friend, where is that genius now? You promised me you'd let me interview him as soon as possible."

In response to Mattia's request, Alessandro smiled and said:

"Don't worry, it will definitely happen, it will definitely happen."

But how is that possible?

After all, what he needs is fame. How can a report from just one newspaper like the Genoa Morning Post cause a sensation throughout Italy?

He needs to use the morning paper to create a buzz.

"We'll go over after we finish breakfast."

Hearing this, Mattia nodded in relief, but then asked:

"By the way, where's Marinho? He's the subject of the 'Deadly Doctor' report. I bet he's the most anxious one right now."

"Marino..."

Alessandro shrugged and shook his head:

"Who knows? That guy's the same as always, he never does any serious research just for big news."

Nobody cares about a lowly reporter.

After such a reversal, Marinho's situation was predictable, and he rushed to the Mariners' Hospital immediately.

At the sailors' hospital, he met Hyde and the others, and not only learned about the situation from the doctor, but also witnessed a miracle—the rashes on Hyde and the others disappeared and the pustules healed.

For Marinho, who already suffers from syphilis, everything he saw left him completely bewildered.

"My God, how...how is this possible!"

"This was clearly an incurable disease, how could it be cured...?"

At this moment, Marinho's feelings were very complicated. On the one hand, he was overjoyed by this miracle, which meant that his syphilis would be cured; but on the other hand...?

God—He once called this man who created miracles a "deadly healer"!

Damn!

He should have conducted an investigation first.

At this point, there was no point in regretting it. Marinho knew very well that after this incident, he was finished; everyone would remember him as a fraudster who reported fake news.

Thinking of this, Marinho suddenly became excited:

"No, that guy is the liar! He's the liar! You're all in cahoots with him!... I'm going to expose that liar!"

"What?"

The sudden shout silenced the hospital corridor instantly.

After suffering a major blow, people often have two reactions—either to face reality or to immerse themselves in their own fantasies, and Marinho is undoubtedly the latter.

After all, syphilis itself can damage the brain.

"You're all putting on an act! Syphilis is incurable; how could it possibly be cured!"

Marinho continued his obsessive roar, his eyes unfocused, his tone filled with madness.

"You are all accomplices of that liar! You all wanted to deceive all of Genoa and ruin me!"

His roar silenced the hospital corridor.

Hyde and his group were excitedly showing the people who gathered around them the healed sores on their arms.

The other sailors who had also been healed looked the same: some had their collars down, others had rolled up their trousers, their voices full of gratitude and relief.

Their words were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster, but Marinho's shout shattered it all.

"What did you say? You said the doctor is a deadly healer, didn't you?!"

Faced with questions from Hyde and others, Marinho did not back down:

"That's right, it was my report! Not only is that guy a fraud, but all of these guys are his accomplices! You're all working with that fraudster; you're putting on an act, deceiving everyone..."

"What?"

Hyde's face showed anger.

The other sailors, who had just been cured, instantly erupted in anger. Their joy vanished, replaced by raging fury. They surrounded Marinho, their eyes filled with malice, their voices urgent and demanding:

"Was this your report? Was it you who smeared the doctor who saved us as a devil?"

"Our illnesses are clearly cured, so why are you calling us frauds? Why are you slandering our doctors?"

They had suffered terribly from syphilis, but were cured by the "deadly healer" that Marinho spoke of.

They've recovered now!

However, the doctors who treated them were slandered as "deadly doctors," and even they themselves were accused by Marinho of being actors and accomplices of fraud.

How could they not be angry?

Sailors have always dealt with such matters in a simple and brutal way.

"You damned bastard!"

Hyde roared and threw a punch.

A fist the size of a sandbag slammed into Marinho's face with a dull thud, and Marinho staggered back two steps.

The other sailors also rushed forward, raining punches and kicks on Marinho while cursing incessantly:

"You slandered the doctor! You talked nonsense!"

"We almost died from syphilis; the doctor saved us. What right do you have to slander him!"

Cornered against the wall with nowhere to retreat, Marinho could only curl up, covering his head with his hands, enduring the blows and kicks, muttering to himself.

"You're all his accomplices!"

The sounds of chaotic fighting, cursing, and Marinho's screams instantly filled the entire hospital.

It wasn't until the police arrived that Marinho was dragged away from the angry sailor's fists and feet. Even with his face covered in blood, Marinho stubbornly continued to shout:

"He's a liar, they're all accomplices... He's deceiving us, quick, arrest them, officers, arrest these guys..."

His crazed appearance even evoked a sense of sympathy in people.

The police officers standing nearby couldn't help but comfort the poor guy.

"Mariño, the doctor is at the Baron's house now, and all the reporters are there. Maybe you still have a chance to salvage the situation."

What?

The policeman's words made Marinho raise his head, a glint of light flashing in his somewhat cloudy eyes.

"I know, that's what that conman's goal is. He wants to... wants to use this kind of news to become famous and then deceive even more people! My God! I have to stop him, carriage, carriage..."

Marinho, whose face was bruised and swollen, didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his nose before reaching out to flag down a horse-drawn carriage.

Seeing his crazed appearance, the two policemen couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Oh, what a pitiful fellow."

"Yes, he must be crazy."

"Sigh, isn't it all caused by syphilis? In the end, they all go crazy!"

Amidst the police officer's sigh, another officer beside him said gratefully:

"Thank God, that doctor has overcome syphilis, we are saved!"

We're saved!

This is a sentiment shared by almost everyone.

Of course, there were also doubts, like Marinho's, but whether it's gratitude or doubt, it's news in itself.

More importantly, most journalists suffer from syphilis; it's an occupational hazard for them.

Soldiers, sailors, and journalists have been high-risk groups for syphilis infection for many years, with infection rates exceeding 80% in these professions.

Just as Salvador and Alessandro finished breakfast and were on their way to Federico's house, Liu Yide, who had slept all night, woke up.

In fact, he was woken up by noise—the window was crowded with people, at least several hundred in total.

Among them were reporters, passersby, and, of course, many more patients, who were shouting:

"Doctor! Where's the doctor? We need to see a doctor!"

Federico, of course, didn't think people wanted to see him. He shrugged somewhat helplessly and said to his wife:

"It seems our Louis won't have time for breakfast."

After saying that, he went up to the second-floor guest room to call Liu Yide.

Meanwhile, Liu Yide, who had been awakened, was looking at the people outside the window through the curtains, his mind churning with countless thoughts, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Liu Yide's goal is very clear: to become famous!

Fame not only brings him money, but more importantly, it serves as a protective shield.

In this era of white supremacy, it is extremely difficult for a person of Asian descent to get rich or make a name for themselves; they may even become easy prey for others.

Reputation is the first step in protecting yourself!

Although reputation is an ethereal thing, having a reputation can make some people hesitate and think twice before acting against you!

After all, killing a celebrity has drastically different consequences than killing an unknown person.

Therefore, when faced with a choice, most people will weigh the pros and cons.

Only by weighing the pros and cons can we have opportunities and room to maneuver.

For a transmigrator who has nothing, fame may be their only bargaining chip.

So... we should make good use of this opportunity.

Looking at the people outside the window through the curtains, Liu Yide weighed his options repeatedly in his mind, just like when he first visited a client.

This was the most crucial step he took in coming to this era.

If you succeed in this step, the road ahead is wide open; but what if you fail?

"The same... still the golden road!"

Taking a deep breath, Liu Yide walked towards the door.

Federico was about to knock on the door when it was opened.

It's Liu Yide.

"Mr. Louis, you should have heard that many people want to see you now."

Looking at Federico outside the door, Liu Yide smiled and said:

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Oh, sir, you're too kind. It's my pleasure to serve you!"

How could it not be an honor? Knowing that the Doria family had been out of the public eye for many years, just the thought that tomorrow, no, tonight, all the newspapers would mention the "Doria family" when reporting on Liu Yide filled Federmiello with barely concealed excitement.

After all, for nobles, especially for a declining noble family like the Doria family that only has titles, regaining the attention of the outside world is even more important than money!

"Look at you, always so polite!"

Seeing his appearance, Liu Yide's smile became even brighter.

For time travelers, being in an unfamiliar era is like a salesperson arriving in a new place. The most important thing is to establish a foothold and learn to make use of all available resources.

People who aren't friends can become friends. By using fame and fortune as a lubricant, they can become friends, or even become allies.

When it comes to business, the most important lesson is to make friends first, and Federico Miró, including Alessandro, were the first friends he made after he came into this world.

Friends can also become allies, and even a core group.

Thinking of this, Liu Yide said to Federico:

"Okay, let's go see them together later!"

Federico was taken aback by these words. Before he could react, Liu Yide said:

"After all, you are the host here, how could I possibly overstep my bounds?"

Give a name to someone who deserves a good name!

Since he likes fame, let's take him with us...

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