The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 237 Ch.236 Divide the spoils, divide the spoils, divide the spoils

—How many coins worth a quarter of a million pounds are in a pile?

It can be said like this:

It can be piled up into a spacious room for Roland to live comfortably.

Yes, the final profit from this whale scam was: 250,000 pounds.

This is even if they stop early.

As three participants: Roland Collins, Lillian Rose Vansittart, and Randolph Taylor, everyone's gains were extremely considerable.

But the three people had some differences on how to distribute the money.

Randolph wishes he could score fewer points.

Because he valued Roland Collins' friendship more than gold pounds, and the Taylor family did not lack these tens of thousands of pounds;

So does Rose.

Because the whole scam was arranged by Roland and then operated by Taylor, she did almost nothing, so why should she get the money;

As for Roland…

The basement darkroom of Taylor House.

The black-haired young man had a deep look on his face, and he placed the shining gold coins into a high tower: "Short points?"

The high-hanging tower of gold coins was piled high one by one, and the shaking became more and more severe.

"You said, less cents?"

Until it completely collapses.

With a crash, it spread all over the table.

Roland pinched one and rubbed it repeatedly between his fingers, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Only the dead will not regret...my dear friend."

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

"Kill them."

He ordered his subordinates who did not exist.

Rose slammed the table and said angrily: "You don't keep your word!"

Roland was leaning on a high stool, sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes dark: "You should have known for a long time - I never keep my word."

Randolph, who was watching the show:...

Some people are extremely beautiful and friendly at first glance.

But if you get closer...

It's contagious.

Now he just doesn't know whether Roland infected Rose or Rose infected Roland.

Whenever the three of them get together, these two always have a show.

Either start with Rose and cooperate with Roland.

Or it's the other way around.

Very tacit understanding.

Randolph sighed: "Sir, madam, are you interested in the Garden Theater? In "Dalyce the Benefactor"? This level is enough for entry..."

Roland was immediately discouraged and unhappy: "Why don't you always get along?"

Randolph vowed never to get involved.

That's stupid.

"It's interesting, Randolph, really."

"Call me Taylor, Mr. Collins. I'm not familiar with you."

After Roland was stabbed, he picked up the coins on the table and threw them at Randolph. Rose laughed from the sidelines.

They are becoming more and more like a gang.

"Roland! You hit me!"

"Of course, otherwise why would I throw it?"

After arguing for a while, they finally decided that apart from the 10,000 pounds used to purchase land, open a perfume shop, hire employees, buy utensils, etc., the remaining 240,000 pounds were left, and Taylor took 80,000 pounds.

Rose put her share in Roland's hands and asked him to keep it until he needed it - in fact, she just didn't want to take the money.

She has not yet recovered from the hard times.

The money came too easily.

It's just a letter, just a ghostwriter.

Then wait.

There are fools who can't wait to get money delivered to their door.

Too relaxed and unrealistic.

Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

Dozens of days.

Rose got money that she might not be able to earn in hundreds of lifetimes.

It was like having a sweet dream.

"This is unearned happiness, Rose."

"Then I would like the citizens of London to feel the same happiness as me, so that I don't have to worry about what to do with the ceremony."

"Ritual?" Roland held his chin, stared at the reflective gold pound, and murmured: "London citizens? It sounds interesting. Rose, do you want to do something more interesting again..."

Rose said she didn't want to.

"Since you agree..."

Rose said I didn't agree.

"How about the "Brilliant London Everyone Bends Together Project"? "

Rose said I didn't agree.

"Randolph, you have to do us both a few more favors—"

Rose said I didn't agree.

Randolph didn't answer, and sat aside and began to recall how he met these two talented musical actors and male and female thieves.

Yes, Rose was a thief, he had known that for a long time.

On the one hand, Rose couldn't help herself. On the other hand, the Taylor family didn't have ritualists and their own news channels.

One time Miss Snitch couldn't help but take a solid gold pocket watch chain from Randolph.

Then, the next day, Randolph requested her.

Ask her to help find out where Miss Bronte's two sisters live and how they are doing. By the way, find a way they often use to 'give' some money to the two girls who are struggling to survive.

‘Why don’t you arrange for a servant to do it. ’

'if I could. ’

'Oh, it's like you love Bronte but don't dare say it. ’

‘Yes, it’s like you love Roland but don’t dare to say it. ’

Rose:......

‘Why do you, a businessman, compete with ladies? ’

‘Why do you, a thief, want to win or lose with a gentleman? ’

By the way, Teresa doesn't like Rose very much.

Believe it or not, for an old maid who has been dealing with upper-class people for many years, once she shows a clear ‘dislike’...

That's really something I don't like.

This is the result.

Rose used the front door less and less.

The window in Beatrice's room kept opening for no apparent reason.

Teresa whispered in Randolph's ear many times and told Bronte to 'close the windows that should be closed' - but to no avail.

She couldn't let the valet kick this low-class woman with short curly hair out.

After all, he was Randolph's friend, so that was too rude (but he would still ask Randolph in private if the door number outside the iron gate should be changed from Taylor to 'Den of Thieves').

In addition, every time the old lady saw Rose, she immediately turned her face and tried to kill the playful and smiling bad girl with her cold eyes...

Randolph retracted his thoughts and saw that the two people were still mumbling, so he had to interrupt: "You two, I plan to declare to the public that I was defrauded of one hundred thousand pounds by this group of people."

Rose's eyes lit up: "What a great idea! You said before that you would raise the prices of some cigars, so you can take this opportunity..."

Rowland added: "Even though the Taylor family was defrauded of a hundred thousand pounds, they still offered their loyalty to the royal family - I mean, Randolph's gift. This will undoubtedly make the name 'Taylor' even more popular in that lady's heart. Loud…”

Rose nodded excitedly: "I want to be as sad as my dead father every day... Even if each cigar adds this amount, it can only barely maintain a balance..."

Roland said with a smile: "I have to scold those liars from time to time, and tell everyone how much trouble this trap has brought to Taylor and you..."

"You three are really in trouble."

"I'm glad I didn't fall for this scam."

Randolph sighed, and was happy with his friend's "extraordinaryness".

"With your extraordinary mind, you can't, Randolph." Roland stretched and asked casually: "How is Beatrice doing lately?"

When he mentioned his sister, Randolph had a strange expression, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone: "Why did you give her a dagger?"

Roland's gift to Beatrice was a short knife soaked in holy water for several days.

Although it was not bladed, the sharp tip was enough to pierce flesh.

"She needs something to protect herself, Randolph."

Randolph didn't think so: "I think this 'self-protection' thing is likely to hurt her first."

Roland shook his head: "Beatrice is 'naive', not 'stupid' - if this is the case, she should eat the paint in her mouth instead of smearing it on the drawing board."

indeed.

Beatrice knew something, unlike the real lunatics in the hospital who chewed oil lampshades with their teeth at every opportunity.

She knew how to eat, but not so skillfully;

I know how to get dressed before going out, but it always rains uncontrollably;

She has integrity, and before meeting the person she loves, she knows how to dress up and look "pretty" to meet him;

She understood fear, and even gradually learned how to use her voice to 'subdue' those servants who 'didn't listen to her'. Under the doting eyes of the crowd, she held her head high and achieved her goals - barefoot, stepping on paint, Then he 'sneaked' into his brother's room and danced on his bed for ten minutes.

Randolph always had one sad story, and then another.

It can be considered a cute little annoyance in daily busy life.

"But daggers are also dangerous, Roland. I think the unlucky one is either Theresa or my Bronte."

Roland looked solemn: "'My' Bronte..."

Rose repeated teasingly: "My Bronte..."

Randolph: ...

It goes smoothly.