The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 227 Ch.226 Falling

Isaac Brown did not expect that the young gentleman running errands next door would speak for him.

He caressed his chest and bowed: "I haven't asked yet—"

"Collins."

Roland returned the greeting: "Roland Collins, Mr. Brown, I have heard of your name. You are a highly skilled and selfless top medical practitioner who solves our worries."

"Noble people should not be bitten and sucked by these calculating mosquitoes. Sir, I think you are too kind to them."

The clerk was a little embarrassed by Roland's accusation and quickly waved his hand:

"Sir, sir! You don't know that the price of this house is at most! Someone has calculated it!"

He held the tea cup and touched it lightly with Roland.

Chandson's eyes widened in an instant, and his voice rose a few degrees uncontrollably: "Nine hundred pounds?!"

"Although I don't know what kind of industry your family is engaged in - whether it is ocean shipping, plantation, or even stocks or real estate, I would like to ask, have you ever heard of such a rate of return?"

"Double, fifteen days."

"The only thing that can rival this business is war."

"How much is this wood worth? But nailing it together and moving it to the bank would cost at least fifteen shillings on the books, right?"

"Mr. Isaac Brown, what do you mean, you expect to take out thousands of pounds at once and then get a huge return - this does not seem difficult? I remember that in addition to the mortgage, Paloyemed also had a personal Loan Project.”

As he spoke, he fanned himself with his palms and squinted his eyes, as if smelling the smell of ocean and gold pounds in the air.

When he arrived at the reception room, the clerk was like the monkeys in the circus who wanted to please their master after being beaten, adding tea and lighting cigarettes.

Roland interjected with a curious look on his face: "What magic power does the letter have? Just invest a few pennies in exchange for shillings?"

"I have a rude question, Mr. Brown, please forgive me for being rude." Philip suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Why did you mortgage that land? I know your clinic, and that place is extremely valuable."

Isaac Brown was finally satisfied.

We are all our own people, so there is no need to hide some words.

"Look. Even though the state has increased the window tax and glass tax, how many cents can it get? Those poor people would rather not open the windows and plug the holes with bricks."

Of course, he was a baron, a nobleman, and a wealthy man, and Isaac Brown had nothing against him.

At this time, Philip Chandson behind him also interjected from afar:

"I don't think that would even take fifteen."

Philip Chandson glanced at Roland with an unclear look and sipped his tea without saying a word.

"I can speak frankly to you, Your Excellency Baron. I have made nine hundred pounds in the past few days..."

He wanted to see admiration and eagerness to try on the golden-eyed young man's face, but for now he only had doubts.

Isaac Brown was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

He looked more like Randolph Tyler than Edward Snow at this point.

He implored these three people not to escalate the situation, otherwise, he might lose this hard-won job.

"...We don't rely on these to become glorious and great, do we? What do we rely on? We rely on monsters of other colors, rely on the land beyond the ocean, rely on planting, trade, and rely on sails blown by the wind——"

Isaac Brown repeated, smacking his lips and looking hesitant.

He shouldn't be a doctor, he should be a businessman.

"I have to apologize to you, Mr. Brown."

He turned to Roland again and 'taught': "If we are linked to this mysterious organization and have contact, we might be able to meet for real one day - do you know what that means?"

Roland walked forward and knocked on the high counter with great disdain:

Although Isaac Brown was not familiar with Roland, he had heard of Philip Chandson to some extent - since this fat baron arrived in London, he had invited all the higher-end prostitutes in the city.

The clerk saw the two men approaching each other menacingly, bowing and bending down. He called the waiter and arranged for the three of them to talk in a private reception room to avoid creating a worse impact in the hall.

"Yes, you guessed it right, Mr. Chandson. I have..." Isaac Brown understood as soon as he heard it that the funny-looking fat man had also received the letter and must have made money from it.

"Countless gold pounds."

"Ocean trade, I heard, that organization holds an excellent and unknown trade route." Isaac Brown shrank his neck and glanced at the faces of Chandson and Roland. , as if expecting to see their greed and surprise.

When it comes to this tax, old Collins has a fresher name:

Light tax and air tax.

Phillip immediately leaned over and said mischievously: "I guess you also received the letter, right?"

Roland was confused: "What?"

Phillip scratched the top of his head, which was smooth and hairless, with one shoulder high and one low, and the other hand hooked the ear of the cup. His movements were a bit funny no matter how you looked at them: "...Oh, I don't know what you people think about all day long. This But the only opportunity you have to truly interact with noble people is something I would cherish much more."

"What?"

"I remember…"

"I am a doctor, Mr. Collins. Unlike you, I may be distinguished and distinguished. I am a good doctor. I have a little reputation for now, but that's all."

Isaac Brown turned his head, looked at the young and beautiful Mr. Golden Eyes, and shook his head.

His expression improved a lot in an instant, and he whispered back to him with flying eyebrows: "I made a lot of money. This is a good opportunity, Mr. Chandson. It may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could I not seize it?" "

A mortgage or sale should not be treated as a charity to a respectable gentleman.

Roland lowered his eyes and immediately waved his hand to let the clerk and waiter go out first.

"I don't understand, young man."

He held up two fingers.

The middle-aged doctor with a beard rubbed his fingers with a sullen expression: "...Business, I have a business to do."

He should not treat the famous doctor like those poor people.

The clerk bowed and apologized repeatedly.

"Lending."

He said.

Especially Philip Chandson, who used that solid gold card and was an important guest of Paloyemed.

A decent job to support my family and my children.

Roland shook his head and smiled brightly: "It seems that you are not familiar with the rules of this place. Oh, it just so happens that I don't have the opportunity to get acquainted with the best doctor in London. It just so happens that I don't have this opportunity..."

The meaning behind the words is undoubtedly telling these two nosy gentlemen:

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the property price. What is wrong is your attitude.

"I'm so happy to be friends with you and Baron Chandson! Come on, just teach me and don't be stingy with your words!"

Roland had a bright smile and deep golden eyes, reflecting a greedy face.