Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 7 All crows are black

"You have an unparalleled talent for being a con artist!"

For some reason, a sentence popped into Liu Yide's mind: Young man, I see that you have extraordinary bones and are a martial arts prodigy who is one in a million!

A natural talent for being a con artist!

You really think I'm a genius!

"You mean...me? I have a talent for being a con artist?"

Does this require talent?

Victor had already taken the initiative to sit down next to him, looking extremely serious.

Actually, the reason he took the initiative to find Liu Yide was because—this guy was talented.

When Victor saw this guy during his exercise break, he knew it was him the moment he saw him.

That's why he took the initiative to come up and exchange experiences with Liu Yide—prison is like a university, where you can always meet like-minded people.

As a fellow professional, Victor decided to give Liu Yide a chance—to recruit him.

"Yes, sir, your appearance is your greatest gift!"

What do I look like?

Liu Yide pondered to himself:

"My appearance? Well—back when I was in sales, this face really helped me a lot."

"Easterners are full of exotic charm. Just by standing there, your appearance, your temperament, and your skin color can make you look like the most noble member of the Chinese royal family... Sir, you don't even need to say a word. Just by standing there, everyone will believe you."

Victor's tone was serious, and his attitude was equally sincere.

These were absolutely heartfelt words. The moment Victor saw Liu Yide, he thought of no less than a hundred different scams.

Scammers make a living through their talent.

Victor believes his talent lies in his brain.

And what about this guy?

Of course, it's his face.

"Let's work together. I'll design the scam, and all you have to do is stand there. We're sure to make a lot of money."

"I'm not a liar."

Liu Yide didn't even bother to acknowledge him anymore.

Just then, Victor placed a newspaper in front of him.

"Sir, you should know that I am your only chance. After all, the whole of Genoa wants nothing more than to hang you right now."

"Hang me?"

Although he didn't know how this guy got the newspaper, Liu Yide took the newspaper and his brows immediately furrowed.

"The Deadly Healer Appears in Genoa!"

Liu Yide thought to himself: Your mother, it's one thing to call me a liar, but she even implied that I'm a serial killer... I'm also a deadly poison doctor!

Seeing Liu Yide's ever-changing expression, Victor forced a smile again.

"Sir, look, you've already caused a sensation throughout the city, even the whole of Italy. Even if you don't go to the gallows, you'll be locked up in prison and rot to death in this godforsaken place. Then, you'll be completely finished."

Victor puffed out his chest, his expression becoming arrogant:

"And I... can help you leave here."

"Leave here?"

Liu Yide sized up the guy in front of him.

"Are you planning to help me escape from prison?"

"Sir, you're insulting me! I earn my living with my brain..."

Just as Victor was about to retort, he found that Liu Yide seemed completely unconcerned and was even calmly observing him.

This is not the reaction a person about to be hanged should have.

Feeling like he'd punched cotton, with no resonance whatsoever, Victor looked at Liu Yide in confusion:

Aren't you worried?

"Worried? Why should I be worried?"

Liu Yide shoved a stack of newspapers into Victor's arms, his tone remaining calm:

"Once those people recover, everything will be fine."

"What?!"

Victor opened his eyes wide:

"Recover? Are you kidding me, sir? That's syphilis, who can cure it? God?"

But his words came to an abrupt end—Victor saw Liu Yide's expression, no, it should be said that Liu Yide exuded confidence from the bottom of his heart.

This confidence is completely different from the bluster of a conman; it's as if he's stating an established fact.

As a conman, Victor could tell at a glance that the other party was not lying.

"You...you really can cure syphilis?"

What do you think?

Liu Yide glanced at the sky. Actually, he was a little worried when he was first arrested, but after being put in prison, he was no longer worried. At most, in a few days, the sailors would recover and everything would be over.

Before his arrest yesterday, he noticed that the number of rashes on the first mate and other patients had significantly decreased compared to when treatment began, and even the pustules were beginning to heal. Clearly, their syphilis was beginning to improve.

Once they recover, everything will be over.

In other words, his treatment was effective.

At that time, even newspapers might start touting themselves as miracle doctors!

In this situation, how could they possibly lock themselves up?

"This, this is impossible! Even God can't cure syphilis!"

Seeing Victor's incredulous expression, Liu Yide laughed:

"Perhaps, I am God!"

There were no devout believers in this prison, so Victor naturally ignored his blasphemy. Instead, he carefully examined Liu Yide, his gaze filled with scrutiny, but even more so with questions.

Can he really cure syphilis?

This is impossible.

But why is he so confident?

However, Victor did not have the opportunity to get to the bottom of it.

Just as he was about to press for more information, a prison guard came over and told Liu Yide that the pre-trial judge wanted to interrogate him.

In 19th-century Italy, the pre-trial judge was roughly similar to the prosecutor—this is what Liu Yide learned from his fellow inmates.

After all, being in prison, one should always learn more.

Soon, Liu Yide arrived at the interrogation room.

The moment he entered, Alessandro saw his face clearly and immediately understood why people believed him.

He was indeed Asian, but he was very handsome, with fair skin, jet-black and shiny hair that wasn't greasy at all, and he was tall and upright.

"Hello, Your Honor."

The moment Liu Yide spoke, Alessandro understood even more why no one would doubt this guy.

First of all, his teeth were very straight, beautiful, and shiny, teeth that even nobles could hardly match.

Judging solely from his appearance, people would find it difficult to associate him with a conman, and might even subconsciously believe him.

"Hello there."

The moment he tried to respond, Alessandro froze—he shouldn't have responded, but he did it involuntarily.

Because he subconsciously felt that the other party was an aristocrat, he instinctively responded accordingly.

Realizing his mistake, Alessandro took a deep breath and resumed his role as the investigating judge:

"Do you know what crime you've committed?"

"You exploited the poor people's desire for life, not only despicably swindling their money under the guise of treatment, but even attempting to murder those thirteen poor souls! Even the devil couldn't be more cruel! Sending you to the gallows is an act of mercy!"

After his initial assertive remarks, Alessandro decided to stop being misled by this conman.

He wants to climb up by stepping on this guy's shoulders.

After all, opportunities for rapid advancement don't always come around in life.

Since that's the case, we must seize the opportunity before us.

However, he must make sure that reporters don't take his picture.

Otherwise, no one would believe he was a criminal!

Especially the women.