The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 213 Ch212 Parade

Chapter 213 Ch.212 Parade

It takes a lot of time, money and lies to deceive a person.

If you want to deceive a woman, you must at least have a bunch of flowers, a pretty good face, a decent set of clothes, and a eloquent mouth - in addition, you need a fairy tale about the future and happiness, a beautiful or broken family background, a gentle soul, a pair of eyes that discover beauty, and a heart with extraordinary patience.

If you want to deceive a man, you must at least have a woman.

Of course.

This does not mean that the former is greedy and the latter is stupid.

It is similar to the difference between guns: the difference between long-barreled long-range single shots and large-caliber close-range scattering.

But only smart people can understand a secret that does not need to be said:

No matter what type of gun, there is only one use.

But shepherds and sheep are two different creatures.

In fact, it is not easy to deceive men and women. But if you double this number, double it again, or even add two zeros at the end, then things become extremely simple.

Even just a few simple words are needed.

"Do as I say."

There are too many cases in history that prove that sometimes these creatures who know to wear cotton clothes in winter are not much better than their uncles and aunts who tied leaves millions of years ago.

For example, the parade in the eyes of Marvolo Hyman.

He stood on the balcony on the third floor, happily enjoying a cigar with a unique flavor and admiring the crowded and flowing "river of people" under his feet.

The men held up homemade long poles and wooden signs, and the women tore old clothes into pieces.

The same big words were written on them:

"Oppose!"

Like the words, the crowd also shouted the same "oppose".

But there was nothing else.

They didn't know what they were opposing, nor did they know where the real destination of the waves after the hundreds of rivers converged into rivers and seas was, and what kind of dams would be broken.

"The wonder has been handed over to our people."

Louis Hyman stood behind his father and said softly.

As long as Anne arrives at the required location and leads these ignorant animals to shout out the voices that have been prepared - she will be waiting for the sound of the flute, waiting for the flesh and blood to turn into mud and solidify for her to advance to the ladder, and she will be shocked to find that her body will explode like others in an instant.

"My hardworking and sincere citizens only organized a harmless march to try to oppose the crazy proposal of the Gray Party - but I didn't expect that these politicians would dare to attack innocent people."

"The Gray Party... Heh."

Marvolo Heyman performed the script that had been prepared in his mouth.

For him and for his enemies.

"The Duke of Wellesley doesn't know, father. After this incident, he may..."

Old Heyman snorted, and he was extremely disdainful of this invincible man.

"He has nowhere to go except the battlefield. This man has never put himself in the right position. He always sits comfortably in the carriage and speaks for those who walk -"

The owner of the Heyman family does not think that they, the "masters", have done anything wrong.

Just like the radicals in the Gray Party think they deserve to die, they also think those radicals are ignorant.

——The workers' income is too low?

Oh, as long as they are not given holidays, they will have no time to spend money.

——The death rate of child labor is too high?

Since young people over the age of 20 can get full "adult wages", then as long as those under the age of 20 are classified as "child laborers", the death rate will naturally be lowered.

——Female miners can do too little work?

Then reduce their wages.

Anyway, these "non-free agents" will go to the mines anyway, and for their miner husbands, this is extra income.

——Rape cases are frequent?

You see, since their wages have been reduced, they should always be given some other ways to make money.

Marvolo Heyman thinks that those radical people who call for "reform" are like the stupid little son of the pastry chef in his house.

They are just like that child.

They only spend 10% of their time thinking, and after messing up things, they spend 90% of their energy explaining to people around them that they are not that stupid.

This is actually stupidity.

What is more stupid?

Never admit it.

"I hope to see a quiet victory, Louis."

Marvolo Heiman looked at the infamous 'Diamond Annie' exposed to the sun, watching her shouting, leading the convergence, and calling on them to move forward.

"I hope to have a quiet victory without mistakes."

Old Heiman said.

"Of course."

Louis Heiman bowed his head: "The giant didn't know that he would also explode into blood foam with the sound of the flute-father, even if the lady invited her, I think she should know which side to choose."

Marvolo Heiman can not only provide her with gorgeous clothes, but more importantly, he can prolong her life.

The diamond-shaped red gem can save the giant from the pain from the brain.

As long as she is as loyal as a hound, she will definitely live better and longer than a hound.

"The one who pulls the rope is not necessarily the master."

"The one who feeds is."

Marvolo Heyman was very satisfied with what Louis expressed-it meant that he knew how to use the invisible but absolute will derived from the surname and blood.

"Diamond Anne is full of ambition. She doesn't care about her gang or anyone around her."

"She just wants to live, and live better."

Louis sighed: "There are many similar women, but few are as decisive and vicious as her."

This is praise, but also a sigh.

"An ounce of luck is better than a pound of wisdom. Obviously, she is not lucky enough."

As the parade gradually grew larger.

A shadow wearing a large black hood nimbly got in.

She lowered her head, her green eyes turned around. While shouting "oppose" with the people around, her steps were sometimes slow and sometimes fast, picking out those who looked good and could be deceived.

Then, she fell behind in the crowd.

Falling to the back.

Next to a woman holding a child.

"Oppose!"

She was shouting with the crowd.

And the baby was crying.

"…What are we against?" Rose pulled her hood and approached her.

The woman was stunned by this question.

She was stunned for a few seconds and shook her head.

"I don't know either."

Rose frowned: "But we are still in groups?"

"Of course."