The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 228 Ch.227 Hint

No matter what descendants of the giant bear or giant eagle family founded Paloyemed, as long as it is a bank, it will definitely have personal lending business.

This business usually targets high net worth individuals, in other words:

Landed aristocracy, or new money—the newly emerged wealthy businessmen with visible and tangible assets.

And Isaac Brown is not among them.

He has neither a large piece of land that can be mortgaged (except for a house that houses a hospital), nor an industry or industry that he has invested in to own a share - he is just a doctor, maybe a bit famous.

As he said: nothing more.

Paloyemede's ability to value his property at thirteen hundred pounds already took into account the factor of his 'reputation'.

"You can't talk nonsense, Mr. Collins." He smiled bitterly: "You have an extraordinary life experience, but I am just a doctor... Well, since you are a friend of Mr. Mingsi Chloe, I will tell you the truth. No - his wife is not what you think she is."

What's more, he is in London, his wife and children are in London, where can the family escape to?

He also has a clinic, employees, and apprentices.

"...Cherry Chloe?" Isaac Brown's heart sank, and he looked at Roland with inquiry: "...Are you her friend?"

"It's my pleasure to meet you today, Mr. Collins."

Roland wanted to know what else a person could do when he was cornered and driven into madness.

Roland and Chandson left in no hurry.

When he gets his wealth, he might be able to make more friends.

In Paloyemed his reputation was worth a hundred pounds, and he was proud enough.

Fifteen days.

An omelette with buttered bread cost only threepence. Last year, his income was at least a thousand pounds.

No longer a hairdresser, but a truly wealthy man - perhaps able to buy a title and marry a woman of noble birth.

——In fact, Isaac Brown is not short of money.

And the good reputation it has gained in recent years.

Hundreds of thousands of pounds just sit in the bank account.

Being so anxious to sell and mortgage properties and borrow money from salons is all for one goal:

As long as it works this time.

Maybe, these clerks would have to put on a smile and say that what they did was absolutely right.

He glanced at the flaming words next to Isaac Brown's face to check if he had made any mistakes.

All he has to do is put the money in that institution and wait silently for a few months...or half a year.

"You are forcing him to die on his own initiative."

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This is not all the information you told me.

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Why are you pretending to be innocent now?

In addition, he also planned to borrow some from his biggest sponsor, Chloe's house.

He calculated that by mortgaging, selling, and adding his own savings, he could raise four thousand pounds; he could borrow some from the pockets of the gentlemen and add a few thousand pounds more.

Double.

So.

Randolph Taylor.

"I heard occasionally that he sent a hundred pounds."

The surname Brown will rise from his generation.

Even if he uses certain 'means' to get a loan from the bank - can he still refuse to repay it?

Half a year later, he would be a nobleman with hundreds of thousands of pounds of wealth.

Roland was about to say something, but Isaac Brown quickly stopped him.

"It's not luck, Mr. Brown. It's fate that we met." Roland smiled as he stood up, so he also stood up with Philip Chandson and shook hands with him to say goodbye.

So, why can't I do it myself?

This is not illegal.

Isaac asked curiously who it was.

He said.

"A very interesting person, isn't he?" Philip Chanderson's tone seemed a little subtle: "I was preparing to talk to you about the recent 'letter business' today. Unexpectedly, you know it better than me..."

"We all know this is a scam."

All this added up to tens of thousands of pounds.

It is also destined to be such a fate.

"after all…"

He absolutely, absolutely, cannot miss it.

They would be great friends.

By then, the lie would be exposed and he would be able to repay the loan calmly.

Roland looked at Isaac thoughtfully for a moment, and his expression softened slightly.

They chatted for a long time, and the doctor couldn't help but become anxious - what rules could allow him to get a lot of money?

"Didn't you already mention it?" Roland said: "There are exceptions to everything, Mr. Brown. Sometimes, the same words, said in different ways, will get different results."

Roland doesn't need to talk too deeply, I believe the other party can understand.

Isaac Brown immediately understood what Roland was implying - he understood that this kind of speaking technique is a 'skill' that can only be mastered by people who have been dealing with Jin Pound or the same kind of people for many years.

"On the contrary, I am a friend of Mr. Minsi Chloe. My miserable, stupid friend, I don't know who he offended, and he can't find peace after death. I think the people in the Ring of Silence are not qualified enough. Not worthy of what they preach..."

Roland spit out a familiar name.

While he was calculating how to manage the "hundreds of thousands of pounds" of assets in the future, he was struggling with anxiety like a crab in a frying pan - if he missed it, he would probably not have another chance to change his destiny in this life.

Frankly speaking, it was not that he had never thought about it, but this gentleman's words and the 'rules' he explained gave him a motivation to move forward.

"We all know that, Mr. Chandler."

Isaac Brown had not been in London for long and had never heard of this surname. But he guessed that 'Collins' must represent a family, perhaps not famous, but definitely wealthy and powerful.

Roland smiled, shook the oriental celadon cup with delicate clouds, and silently observed the waves on the tea surface:

He was in a hurry to leave the reception room and return to the clinic to prepare for the 'fake'.

Otherwise, it would be only about one thousand to one thousand two hundred at most.

Roland frowned and hid back: "What disease? Is it contagious?"

Everything was different.

"She had no ladylike manners in that ward, she was crazy, shouting, saying that someone would avenge her - this was ridiculous, didn't she think about being sick for a day when she was flirting?"

Collins, Collins.

Isaac Brown.

His narrow eyes, which were not much bigger than the keyhole, flashed with shrewdness, which reminded Roland of someone.

"If someone I know is still alive, who knows, she might also participate in this investment like you, she always has a good vision."

At that time, he will return the money to his friend at 5% interest, buy a real manor, take out part of the money to invest in some stable business, and use the rest to buy land and rent it to businessmen who want to build factories...

"I understand, Mr. Collins."

It seems that these big men often do this...

Or a good enemy.

No worries in this world.

Isaac shook his head: "A kind of madness, Mr. Collins, I suggest you listen less, it affects your appetite."

Isaac Brown, he has such a talent.

"I thought you would just stab him."

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He is not qualified yet.

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Besides, I always have to try something new.

The Baron, who always faces Roland with a funny and unrestrained attitude...slowly lost his smile.

Philip Chanderson's eyes were slightly cold.