The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 229 Ch.228 Chanderson and Cherry

Roland admired the exquisite porcelain from the East by himself, and shook his wrist lightly, letting the tea soak into the cup wall, like brown waves kissing the clouds.

"Gold card guests of Palojemed definitely have enough rights in this place."

"Isaac Brown, it is obviously not the first time he has come here to try to mortgage his assets recently."

"Coincidentally, you invited me today, but you were very rude to ask me to accompany you to handle private matters."

"Even more coincidentally, I know Cherry, and Isaac Brown is one of the reasons for Cherry's death..."

"We 'met' by chance - the service counters are next to each other."

Roland put down the teacup, his voice paused slightly after the long sentence, tilted his face, and smiled faintly.

"The bishop of the Holy Cross also said so. Since that day, I don't like this from a man's mouth."

Chanderson started laughing again.

Philip Chanderson is obviously much older than Cherry Chloe, but it is normal for men to be older than women in marriage.

She mentioned the Elite Art Association, composers, novelists, and...

"I remember that at that time, the railway and the railway car were still in the "experimental" stage - only at that time, she told me."

He recalled the grace of Cherry Chloe at the cocktail party a few years ago, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Your shining quality can restore the sight of a blind man."

Speaking of this recently hot "investment", Philip Chanderson's face was a little serious.

He didn't touch either side.

Roland thought carefully for a few seconds: "...Okay, Fat Philly."

The modified carriage is very quiet, and there is almost no bump when driving.

My dear friend.

"She is very thoughtful. To this day, Roland, I can still recall what we talked about for the first time - she told me not to blindly convert money into stocks when I am ignorant, and not to blindly invest these liquid gold pounds that carry the family's big ship into an industry that I don't understand. That is equivalent to giving it away for free... It is charity."

"I just want to find out if you know about this, and at the same time, I also want to see your attitude... I didn't expect you to have noticed this scam..."

"You may think it's a fantasy, but it's the truth."

Philip Chandler:...

"You also know Cherry."

Because it can bring not only money, but also power.

"You are really a wonderful person."

He missed this business.

Her'brother', Roland Collins. "…When I learned of her death, I immediately understood that she must have been persecuted using the common "method"! How dare the Chloe family?!"

For example, if you love women, just say you love women, and don't miss any opportunity to touch a woman, and don't show off your teeth and claws in that obscene restaurant, and lick the sweet rain;

If you love money, just say you love money, even if you save your life, don't pretend to say "because you saved my life" - just shake your fist and roar "I won't pay you a penny"!

If you admire power, you should make it clear early: If you stand in my way of pursuing power one day... I will first apologize to my closest friends who are present - because then, I will definitely choose power and trample you under my feet.

He doesn't love those hypocritical mummies who are covered with precious skins, but are actually rotten inside.

The fat baron pointed at Roland, put down his glass, and took out two cigars from the wooden box beside him and handed them to Roland.

In the private carriage, Philip Chanderson told Roland a simple story.

Philip Chanderson had a blank expression on his face and looked at Roland without hesitation, as if a wild and fierce African warthog was examining its prey.

"You are generous."

"You have mastered the flow of blood."

…………

Cherry.

Roland didn't say anything, drank a sip of red wine, and listened to him vent quietly.

But as a wife, the Wilson family was not enough.

"In fact, they dared, Mr. Chanderson."

"This is not mass-produced locally. I spent a lot of money and waited for several months before it floated from the sea... If you really like it, then... four bottles."

He listened to him chewing on the cigar and talking while baking.

"Cherry Wilson, a natural businessman... is also a good person. She helped me a lot, although she didn't think it was a 'big favor'..."

"So, since you heard that Cherry and I are familiar with each other, you have already thought about this day, right?" Roland asked him with his head propped up.

A friend from the Tribunal with real 'power'.

This is an interesting friend.

"I don't know if you are in the same group with that idiot from Chloe's family. Excuse me... Oh, I don't think you need to apologize, right?"

His serious and helpless look made the baron laugh.

"Maybe." Chanderson straightened his collar, stood up and fastened his suit, "Let's talk in the carriage, my future friend."

"Do you know what's more clever than this?"

He talked about his old friend, full of energy and dancing: "You don't know how valuable her head is! And Mince Chloe? He's not even as smart as the dog raised by the son of the servant my wife brought! So stupid!"

Don't be like those people who are getting more and more shameless with their hats getting higher and higher.

She was originally one of Chanderson's wife candidates, and the two families also got to know each other through some channels: they even met at a cocktail party and talked several times.

Don't invest the efforts accumulated over several years and generations into a place you can't see and don't understand at all.

"I'm glad you call her 'Cherry', Mr. Collins - excuse me, it would be better if I call you Roland."

"No, but the wine is good."

These are the original words of Cherry Chloe.

Roland raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have gained another friend today."

"Frankly speaking, if it's just a casual chat, we should be very good friends."

She couldn't control her own destiny, but she gave Chandler advice, suggesting that if he wanted to invest, he must seize the opportunity and find a way to invest in the railway and get involved in this business.

...

She really called him.

"I knew from the first time I met you that you are not a rigid person who follows the rules."

"She almost became my wife."

If you love art, are fanatical about religion, and even always look at people of the same gender as yourself...

He was a little surprised by Roland's reaction, but he felt that this kind of weird character of "what's wrong, it's obviously you who asked me to call" really suited his appetite.

Philip nodded.

"I'll prepare three bottles for you."

"'Imagine it, Chanderson, imagine it. These metal tracks are equivalent to the blood vessels connecting the entire country - if I get a little crazier, is it possible that it will one day connect countries?'"

The fat baron imitated her words.

Weirdos.

"I'm only half a wonderful person, Philip, and the other half is not wonderful."

This young man is so interesting - he is a person who doesn't follow the rules, and doesn't follow the so-called "rules" designated by those old guys; at the same time, the submissive temperament of the "lower class" is not seen in Roland at all.

"I hope I won't see your other side." Chanderson turned his wrist and narrowed his eyes: "I realized it was a scam early, Roland. When this letter spread in the circle and more and more people participated in the "investment", I remembered what Cherry told me."

He is keen to make friends like him...

Unfortunately, for some reasons, Philip Chanderson was not qualified to intervene at that time.

Even without Cherry, he would be happy to make friends with such a young man. Moreover, someone who had not contacted him for several years suddenly mentioned this name in a letter one day...

Your eyes have never betrayed you.

In the carriage, Baron Chanderson held a glass of wine and spoke lightly.

Because the Chanderson family is not only rich, but also has a title.

What's wrong with that?

"Call me Philip, or Fat Philip." He seemed to have taken off the greasy mask after seeing what Roland had done, showing him his few sincerity - as time wears out, this thing that should not exist will become less and less.

"I'm beginning to like you." Philippa Chanderson lit a cigar, but saw that Roland refused his help, took out a small silver lighter, and lowered his head to light it.

That was charity.

But after a few breaths, he lost his fierceness and laughed particularly kindly.

"A big lie."

He couldn't imagine how crazy and greedy a genius would be to do such a thing.