The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 233 Ch.232 The owner of the circus

Isaac Brown disliked Mason Lyle's behavior of laying out a hundred feet of nonsense before five inches of business. Although many people he came into contact with liked to do this, Mason Lyle was not worthy of him. He agreed with his temper.

The Mud Ball Circus is popular, but in the final analysis, it is not much different from the men and women who perform tricks on the stage.

Even more is worse.

At least the most glorious and famous ones on stage have a decent background.

Let’s take a look at who are the people in his circus?

A two-headed monster, a dwarf no taller than his waist, a host with a cursed barking dog and a low-skinned complexion, a long-haired 'gorilla' who can speak human language——

If it weren't for business, he wouldn't want to have a face-to-face discussion about the weather and politics with his old, showy friend.

"I told you it would be best if we met less often, right?"

Mason Lyle flicked his bright and clean nails, straightened his back, and didn't care about Isaac's dissatisfaction at all: "We are friends, Isaac. We have known each other for a long time, and now we have the same extraordinary status. This is a time A normal appointment - not to mention, I'm here for business..."

Business.

Isaac Brown knew what he was going to say and his voice softened.

"You shouldn't be too anxious, Mason." He comforted in a low voice: "Learn to wait. This is not like those investments on the market, where you only get a few cents in return every year? The business I recommend to you - it's double! See you A business with such a rate of return?”

Mason Lyle shrugged: "Of course not, but you got paid too."

really.

Because when Mason Lyle learned about this ‘business’, too many people had already received the first round of returns.

These people know without consultation that they should keep their mouths shut.

He asked many people to inquire, and all he knew was that this business had a very high rate of return and could make people rich instantly, but he could not get the 'address' - where should he send the letter so that he could contact the organization?

have no idea.

No one is willing to share this secret with anyone else.

They enjoy the benefits privately, knowing that once the number of people increases, it will be difficult to guarantee such a high rate of return.

As a last resort, Mason Lyle had to find Isaac, this old friend——

In exchange, he promised to give Isaac the first round of proceeds and lend him a large sum of money.

A big deal.

"How can I not be anxious, Isaac? I have mortgaged the entire circus."

Mason Lyle also lowered his voice, with a hint of anxiety on his powdered face: "...Paloymed has reminded me that short-term mortgages do not allow delay in repayment, Isaac. "

"Of course, of course, Paloyemed is honest and trustworthy, and so are we." Isaac slapped his hands and leaned back.

The scent on this man was so strong that it gave him a headache.

"It's just a little late. It's a normal situation. You also read what was written in the letter. Such a large organization will never owe people like us 'small money'."

Mason Lyle mortgaged the circus and his properties across the country.

Not only did he lend Isaac a large sum, but the rest was invested in the business.

It was originally agreed that the income would be earned once every fifteen days...

Now, it is already the twenty-third day.

Only a letter came, but there was no deposit certificate in it.

It said that due to recent ocean storms, ship delays, war in another country, etc. - in short, this income will be postponed.

The letter also said: 'If you feel uneasy about this or are in urgent need of turnover, please write again and we will refund all your principal. ’

This...how is this okay?

What if I get my principal refunded?

He is also counting on this once-in-a-century opportunity to spring into action.

Until then…

ha.

Mason Lyle.

A true aristocrat, a gentleman, a manor owner, a great art collector - a true, delicate person who has to be careful to bite every word when he speaks.

"So, so, Mason."

Isaac tried his best to comfort the anxious friend in front of him.

I borrowed a lot of money from him. If he insisted on paying it back and started making trouble again, it would be a shame.

Mason Lyle was just a lowly circus ringmaster.

What about him?

A well-known high-class doctor is about to enter the palace.

He didn't want to appear on the front page of a newspaper at the same time as this man's name.

A farce.

"Listen to me, Mason. I know you're worried, worried about the bank, worried about the income of the institution - and let me tell you, I invested this amount..."

He opened his hand and shook it.

"Five thousand?" Mason Lyle raised his eyebrows.

"You alone lent me two thousand pounds, how is that possible?" Isaac sneered and turned his palm twice: "It's fifteen thousand pounds."

"...My benefactor! How much money do you make in each round!"

Mason Lyle screamed in surprise, as if he saw his mother crawling out of the coffin with a pair of white wings - he was surprised and excited, and at the same time, there was a trace of disbelief: " Ten thousand, fifteen thousand pounds..."

As he spoke, his shrewd mind began to work rapidly.

In the first round, this person pocketed the same amount of money.

He then reinvested the proceeds.

Then in the second round, it will be 30,000 pounds.

Throw it in again.

Third round, 120,000 pounds.

Father of all things!

Why didn't I know about this great business earlier? !

He will be much richer than me in the future!

Seeing Mason's changing expression, Isaac smiled meaningfully: "Yes, Mason, I have indeed received the second round of profits - I will reinvest it and wait for the next time..."

Next time, after he receives the 60,000 pounds, he will send a letter to recover the principal.

After paying off other debts, he would have at least one hundred thousand pounds in hand.

after…

He didn't have to be a doctor at all.

Recently, he has arranged for his assistants to contact the farmers and two nobles who are selling their manor.

When the time comes, pick a spot... or two.

He is not a greedy person and would be satisfied with one hundred thousand pounds.

"So Mason, we just have to wait, just wait for the investment to grow wings and fly back into our pockets." Isaac knew Mason Lyle's concerns, because unlike himself, he had actually received two returns, so he had no interest in the institution. Have absolute confidence.

"I understand, Isaac. I'm just wondering, how long do we have to wait?"

Mason Lyle rubbed his hands, with a smile on his handsome features, and said to please: "I'm not like you, Isaac. I invested all my money, and every day there are a group of monsters with their mouths open to eat - —If I can’t afford Paloyemed’s money for two months…three months at most…”

Isaac shook his head: "It won't be more than a month - from the beginning of this business to now, every round has been no more than a month."

Mason Lyle thought for a moment.

seven days.

He could still afford to wait.

"After hearing what you said, I immediately felt relieved."

Isaac felt contempt in his heart.

How can such courage make big money in this era?

"Oh, by the way, you have to get me a few more bottles of the medicine that can make people stop crying..." Mason Lyle suddenly remembered the second reason for coming today, "There have been too many performances recently, and there is not enough medicine..."

To keep people from crying.

Hearing this, Isaac's eyes were fixed: "I warned you, Mason, that too much medicine can cause..."

"Oh, that's for the future, Isaac." Mason waved his hand, his white hair shook with his head, and he laughed heartily, urging: "Who cares about the life and death of the monsters, hurry up, hurry up, don't you? How many shillings do you want your 'creditor' to spend on it?"