The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 285 Ch.284 Flower Language

Only the annoying Chong Jiao could say this.

Roland sighed silently, picked up the wrapped paper bag and left.

"Sir, you don't know, will this behavior make this store more immoral?" She seemed unwilling to let Roland go - or anyone who bought the box at the original price.

She couldn't buy it, but she didn't want anyone else to buy it at full price.

"I admit that you may have a well-off family, but you certainly don't know much about the outside world."

She held her hands, and the two bean-like orbs in her slender eyes looked so shrewd.

"This is really not good, sir."

Roland looked past her and looked at Xander in the crowd.

The gray-haired girl obviously changed her plan and was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, she was immersed in the guests and looking towards them with a smile.

‘You are in trouble. ’

She mouthed, a look of schadenfreude on her face.

"gentlemen."

She shouted, calling Roland's attention back.

Some are not happy.

"I don't want to stop you from buying it, nor will I say that you shouldn't buy it - after you pay, you must take what you like. I just suggest that you should think more about it in the future and think more about other people. ”

She sighed sadly, and when the guests in the shop focused their attention on her again, the ramming horn was raised high like a ramming horn, full of generosity and determination before ramming the enemy ship.

"Maybe saying these things makes me unpopular, and maybe it's not something a lady should say."

"But I have faith, and I am a believer in the scale."

"I cannot turn a blind eye to this unfair and immoral behavior."

Her little eyes were full of disappointment and regret for Roland.

"You may not know anything about what this store will look like in the future after you spend a high price, fifty pounds on something that is not worth at all...not even worth ten pounds."

"They will think that since the ten-pound one sold for fifty pounds, can they sell it for a higher price?"

"You fuel this immoral arrogance and they will become even more vicious and shameless."

Each country has its own government that sets prices for goods, but right now, this new imported product is still a 'broken box' with unknown uses, and is obviously not within the scope of pricing, nor within the scope of the still-unsound laws.

This undoubtedly gives Ms. Chongjiao a broad scope for performance.

She talked endlessly, her words shining with condescending impartiality.

The sun is at the top.

There might be someone in the world who could be the sun, but it was definitely not her - especially when she said this thing was worth ten pounds, Roland was really angry.

"I paid fifty pounds, ma'am. And you tell me it's worth ten pounds...isn't that a little rude?"

Roland originally didn't want to get entangled with them.

But this gift was for Xander.

"I admit that I was not polite enough and I showed little respect for you." Interestingly, Chuangjiao apologized first and bowed his knee very sincerely.

Then she pointed to the bag.

"I do have a small problem, but we have to say, didn't you also make a mistake?" She raised her right hand and drew a scale symbol on her chest: "Let's put aside our politeness and let's not talk about this small problem. Okay. ?"

she says.

“Between politeness and morality, should we focus on what’s more important first?”

She spoke leisurely, and there were more and more good people around her.

Roland sighed, turned around and apologized to the salesperson at the counter, then opened the paper bag and tore open the packaging.

Take that box in your hand.

"Is this the box you're talking about?"

Roland asked.

The woman said yes.

"You think that I bought it at a high price and encouraged this store to deceive customers with unrealistic prices, so that they can deceive customers even more in the future, right?"

The woman said yes.

Roland shook his head, gently stroked the delicate patterns on the box with his fingers, and said softly:

"Actually, it's worth fifty pounds, ma'am."

Roland raised his hand to interrupt the woman and explained to the people around him:

"Maybe it's not worth it, maybe it's made of wood, but the emotion on it is enough for me to spend five hundred pounds to buy it. Ladies and gentlemen, maybe you have some time to listen to me tell an interesting story?"

Not just London.

Apparently this is the case in this country.

It is full of people who love liveliness and comment on liveliness.

"Of course, sir!"

"Tell us!"

Someone shouted.

Roland stroked the wooden box and fell into memories.

The shop was extremely quiet.

Only he said.

"This is a story about the language of flowers."

The ladies around them giggled.

"Yes, yes, ladies. In public, we can't declare certain taboos and speak out, so we always go through something else, right?"

Roland turned sideways.

"A few small bouquets make up a larger bouquet to wear, or as an accessory."

"A code word that symbolizes sadness, a soldier who defends us against disease, a token of emotion or warning—"

Roland said:

"A few years ago, I didn't have a great career, I didn't have my own office, I couldn't light a cigar and listen to the reports of my employees."

"I'm a poor boy with no merit."

"I think all the gentlemen present must have experienced a depressing and lonely time in their lives..."

Roland lowered his head slightly and stroked the wooden box.

"I'm in love with a young lady."

He said.

"...There are some small brown spots on her cheeks, a small nose, gray hair, lake-blue eyes, and two dimples on her cheeks, which make her smile very cute."

The ladies nearby looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Because it's very graphic.

A cute girl in a boy's impression.

But what does it have to do with the box?

The onlookers were extremely curious about how this beautiful young man solved the troubles in front of him with a short story.

"I'm like we all have those moments, right?"

Roland covered his heart shyly.

"I sent her flowers, every day."

"I can't be disrespectful and I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable - I send flowers, roses. You all know what the language of flowers is, right?"

Roses symbolize love, not to mention the language of flowers.

The men began to laugh too.

"Of course, of course. I admit that at that time I had no career and was a poor boy. She? She lived in the manor."

Someone started whistling.

The ladies reacted and realized that this was probably a story that ended in vain.

"Manor, ladies and gentlemen. Manor...manor...I couldn't even write the word manor beautifully at that time!"

The sudden spin made everyone laugh.

"I will give the roses to the butler and walk back. The next day, I will buy another bouquet of roses and give them to the butler."

"Been doing this for months."

Roland paused: "My body is much stronger than it was a few months ago..."

Someone laughed and joked: "Not only your body, but you also opened a rose company?"

Roland looked over and winked playfully: "You are more suitable to stand here than me."

Another burst of laughter.

Roland waited for a while, waited for the laughter to subside, then shrugged and said in a brisk tone: "We all know that this is a fruitless story. Of course, I don't want to make you any less happy -"

he said.

"At the end, I received a bouquet of flowers."

"That was the first time in months that I got a response."

"She turned me down and gave me a bouquet of flowers."

"I don't know if it was the housekeeper's own initiative or her request - but I don't know that flower, and I have never seen such a beautiful and strange flower in all these years."

At the end of the story, Roland held up the black box.

"But today, I saw it again."

The laughter died down.

"The lady would encourage immorality by saying it was not worth fifty pounds—and now I tell you: whether it is worth it or not, it is a treasure of great value to me."

"Because it allows me to see this strange flower again and reminds me of the girl in my memory."

"Is fifty pounds too cheap?"

Roland let out a long sigh, and after all his ears stood up high, he murmured:

"Today, I still don't know the name of the flower."

"Perhaps, I will never know the name of this flower in my life."

He said.

"I have been thinking over the years, what on earth did that girl want to say to me - the meaning of that bouquet of flowers, what was the message she conveyed to me?"

"But today, I think I probably have it figured out."

"I probably knew what she was going to say to me through the flowers."

Roland raised his head, turned over the box, and showed her the soft golden flowers on the box.

"This flower language may be..."

The dazzling eyes reflected a woman with a gloomy face.

He paused.

"It's - 'Stay away from me, poor man'."

The words fell.

First there was deathly silence.

Afterwards, a sudden burst of laughter almost blew the roof off the store.