After a few minutes, convinced that even people outside the window could hear him, Jenkins got down to business for the day.
"I am currently an evening class teacher of the Church of the Sages, but I have never given lectures to so many people at once. I hope you can gain some useful knowledge from the afternoon, or at least get pleasure from my words, Don't waste your time in vain."
The cat lay unceremoniously on Jenkins' left hand side, and the audience in the front row could clearly see it, and the young people were particularly interested in it. But chocolate doesn't care whether it's a human or a mouse looking at it, it doesn't make any difference to it.
"I also thank the University Federation for giving me this opportunity, the city hall for providing financial support for this open class, the "Norlan Daily" and "Kingdom Times" for the publicity, and the Nolan First Higher College for providing The venue…”
This is what has to be said, even if it is very boring.
"When it comes to literature, it is nothing more than Xialibaren and Yangchun Baixue. But there are not only differences between the two, but also more commonalities. These commonalities are vividly reflected in fairy tales. I hope everyone has read my book. Citation A simple example, in Chapter 9 of Stranger Tales, Aladdin . . . ”
All of this went more smoothly than Jenkins imagined. Even if the theoretical part was a bit boring, people were happy to listen to Jenkins' explanation. After all, the audience who really wanted to learn something was only a very small part of the audience.
He still occasionally writes something on the blackboard, and Jenkins is very relieved to find that some young people have carefully copied it.
When the public class started, the flower beds outside could still be seen through the windows, but half an hour later, the windows were completely blocked by the people who came one after another. Perhaps the choice here was a mistake, and if there is a next event like this, Jenkins has vowed to borrow a larger classroom.
He did not find his friends in the audience, nor did he see John, even though he had said he would come.
"Isn't it an excuse to come here and go on a date with Miss Hoover?"
He wondered, but decided that John was not that kind of person.
“… So, by reading this story, I hope that people realize that there is no such thing as something for nothing in this world. This is what fairy tales are about, telling the truth to children through stories. But after all, storytelling comes first , we still have to put truth first, this is where writers are tested..."
At this time, the class has been going on for about an hour, but the organizer did not arrange a break. This is a one-time three-hour class, so Jenkins is very careful not to drink a lot of fish soup at noon, even though it is really delicious.
"It's very interesting that if we derive from the same reasoning, we can find that in past folklore, there are also stories similar to don't wait for wealth from heaven, or those who promise to get something for nothing are liars. Although... "
"Wait a moment, sir!"
An unexpected sound came from the back of the classroom, interrupting Jenkins' thoughts and most of the good mood.
Everyone looked there, a young man with messy hair stood in the corner, his face flushed.
"No, I don't mean to be offensive, but I hope you can change your rhetoric—those who promise to get something for nothing are not necessarily liars!"
"oh?"
Jenkins was not angry, but rather admired his courage. Not everyone is able to interrupt a public figure's speech on such an occasion. He was a little curious now, what gave him such strength.
"Can you explain? No, gentlemen, please let him finish. Oh, please be quiet, I can't hear the sound, please be quiet!"
Resisting people's urge to throw him out, he suddenly increased his voice. Under normal conditions, people would only think that Jenkins is a kind person, but once his expression becomes serious, the terrifying temperament that oppresses people's hearts is particularly prominent.
Silence fell in the classroom again.
"Dear Miss Fabry saved my mother, it was the money she gave that saved my family, otherwise I couldn't afford the medical bills. Mr. Williams, I respect you very much, but I also respect The stranger Miss Fabbri, yes, she saved my family!"
Even though his voice was trembling, the man still spoke out the whole sentence. Jenkins really appreciates the kind of people whose beliefs give them a tremendous amount of courage, even if that courage might sometimes be called recklessness.
If you "invest" in Miss Fabbri's mining business at an early stage, it is indeed possible to achieve a total profit greater than the principal invested. This is why Jenkins believes that the interests of "most people" will not be damaged. Although the income is not enough, on average, each person should not lose much.
"He's from Eldron?"
Jenkins guessed that only the first two batches of "investors" were the real beneficiaries.
"Miss Fabri..."
He repeated the name, and the good students under the podium immediately explained the cause and effect to him. Although everyone's rhetoric is slightly different, what they describe is indeed a mining business.
It's not a big deal, and Jenkins doesn't want to attract public attention until it's all over. He originally planned to confuse this matter vaguely, but when his eyes swept to the first row of seats, he froze.
"Sir, yes, it's you, thank you for your explanation, I think I understand. Oh, sorry, can you tell me your name?"
He suddenly pointed to the young man who explained the situation to him just now. He should be a student of this school, otherwise it would be impossible to occupy such a high position.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Williams, it is my pleasure. My name is Kupoulos Barnard, and I am the nephew of Wayne Slabin Barnard, recipient of the Order of the Full Moon!"
There were whispers in the quiet classroom again, the Full Moon Medal is the highest honor that believers of [Lightless Moon] can receive in common people's knowledge.
The young man's face was 70% similar to that of the dead Mr. Barnard, especially when he turned his head to look back just now, the profile of his face was exactly the same as Mr. Barnard's.
Jenkins can confirm that this is indeed a relative of Mr. Barnard.
"You have a wonderful uncle."
He praised that this is a reasonable compliment to the winner of the Full Moon Medal, and there is no need to worry that someone will think that the two know each other.