Although it is surprising to hear Mr. Barnard's name here, it is enough to know it. It was still class time, and Jenkins was wrapping up this little episode.
But Jr. Barnard was probably encouraged by Jenkins' praise, so he didn't sit down but continued:
"Actually, Miss Fabri's mining business is indeed real, and I even intend to introduce it to my aunt recently..."
It didn't matter what he said next. Aunt naturally refers to Mr. Barnard's widow, and after losing the mainstay of the family, even with the care of the church, the lives of women and children are not easy.
Joining Jenkins' scam now almost means losing money, which is undoubtedly a huge blow to such a family.
Not to mention, Jenkins wouldn't allow himself to hurt them. He always remembered who it was that saved his life and helped him fit in on a summer night. Jenkins would not forgive himself for taking even one of their copper coins.
"Yes, Mrs. Barnard must not be involved!"
He had to prevent this from happening, and the best way was undoubtedly to let her understand that it was a scam.
But it suddenly occurred to me that during a certain night class, despite desperate hints, people were still confused by the benefits in front of them. Jenkins couldn't guarantee that the unknown woman would believe what he said, even if he was now famous as a writer. But using the background of the church to warn her is still very risky.
"During the New Year's Eve, Traveler's Bank does not accept large currency transactions. Therefore, if you want to return all your investments, you have to wait until at least the second week of January. During this period, Mrs. Barnard may invest money in at any time. At that time, she will not only lose the account opening and transfer fees, and if I compensate her for the lost money alone, the records of the Traveler Bank will cause even greater trouble."
He licked his lips, his heart full of thoughts. The standing and sitting audience, people in and out of the classroom, all began to wonder at Jenkins' silence.
"I don't have the confidence to persuade in private, and I can't make up for it afterwards. The only way now is..."
But he borrowed 10,000 pounds from the account, and that was the only money he took out.
"My reputation, or Mr. Barnard's kindness?"
He asked himself in his heart, and looked at the densely packed audience under the podium again. Everyone was watching him, eager to hear what he had to say. The conflict between favor and reputation clashes in his heart, just like incompatible water and fire, stimulating Jenkins' soul.
"But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with my reputation. After all, no one knows the truth. But I know, I know what I did..."
He looked at the people looking at him, everyone wondering what he was thinking.
"I know I have done something wrong, so let this guilt torment me. I will bear it all, but I must not hurt Mr. Barnard's family. I am guilty, but I know that I am still a good person... Yes ,That's it."
He raised his hand and pressed lightly on his right temple, and he also knew that there was no difference in essence between returning the money by himself and the money returned by the police, so instead of waiting for the opportunity, it was time to make a break.
A stone in my heart seemed to fall to the ground, and I reached out to pick up half of the chalk on the desk again:
"Sit down, both gentlemen. I have heard about Miss Fabry for a long time."
Taking a deep breath, the night that Mr. Barnard faced the octopus with him seemed to appear before his eyes,
"I, Jenkins Redandput Williamette..."
The scene of Mr. Barnard and him supporting each other in the strange world seemed to appear before his eyes, "I swear on my own honor..."
The ghost of Mr. Barnard, who had refused to leave this world for the sake of his family, also appeared before him.
There was a determined expression on his face:
"Miss Fabry is a liar!"
He almost yelled out the words.
"Listen, that's a scam, never put your money in it, yes, never! Swear to god, that woman is a liar, she might not even be a woman! It's an easy scam, I've pretty much sorted it all out Since you put forward your ideas here, then I am here to tell the public everything!"
There was a loud bang, and the quiet classroom seemed to turn into the busiest shopping street in the blink of an eye. Whether they knew Miss Fabry or not, Jenkins' speech on this occasion was shocking enough.
"impossible!"
With such a voice, especially the speaker just now, Jenkins even suspected that he would burn Stranger's Tales when he went back, but Jenkins knew what he should do.
"This is a fairly simple steeple-style scam, accumulating wealth from the bottom up. My father is an employee of the Nolan Mining Industry. There is no such thing as Miss Fabri or the Fabri family! I will use this method Called a robbery because it costs next to nothing! It all starts with a few letters.
Please be quiet and watch here, I will reveal the whole truth about this simple deception for you! "
The traveler's bank is only open until six in the evening, but it doesn't close until eight tonight. The citizens who rushed into the bank asked for their transfers to be withdrawn, but this was impossible.
A large number of investors gathered in front of the bank, crying and cursing, and even though some people had made profits, they also believed that they were cheated. The idlers who heard the news spread the news here and there, attracting more investors.
Just like putting money in irrationally, they are now starting to demand irrationally to get back their principal. People are used to blindly following the crowd, even if most people have not heard Jenkins' "speech", even if the premise of Jenkins' inference is "there is no mining business", but people who follow blindly believe that they are a large-scale fraud victims of the activity.
This crazy behavior quickly attracted the attention of the city hall, and then Carfax Yard stepped in. The Traveler Church does not have a local church, so they thoroughly investigated this matter and sealed all the accounts under the name of "Miss Fabbri", which was realized at midnight.
The police also discovered in the process that there was indeed no "Miss Fabry" because different people came to handle the accounts each time. So, Jenkins Williams was right; and Miss Fabry, a liar.