The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 228 Ch.227 Hint
No matter whether Paloyemed was founded by the descendants of the giant bear or giant eagle family, as long as it is a bank, it will definitely have personal lending business.

This business is usually aimed at high net worth individuals, in other words:

The landed aristocracy, or the new money - the newly emerged wealthy businessmen with visible and tangible assets.

Isaac Brown was not one of them.

He had no large piece of land to mortgage (except for a building that served as a hospital), nor did he have any property or investments in any industry in which he owned shares - he was just a doctor, perhaps a famous one.

As he said: That's all.

Paroyemed's valuation of his property at 1,300 pounds had already taken into account its 'reputation'.

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

In Palojemed his reputation was worth a hundred pounds, and that was enough to be proud of.

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

A fried egg and bread and butter cost only three pence, and his income last year was at least over a thousand pounds.

They sold and mortgaged their properties in such a hurry, and borrowed money from salons everywhere, all for one goal:
As long as it succeeds this time.

There is no worry in this world.

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

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

All of this added up to tens of thousands of pounds.

fifteen days.

Double.

Then.

All you have to do is put the money in that institution and wait quietly for a few months... or half a year.

Hundreds of thousands of pounds just sat there in the bank account.

At that time, he would return his friend's money with 5% interest, buy a real manor, use part of the money to invest in a stable business, and use the rest to buy land, and then rent it to businessmen who want to build factories...

Isaac Brown.

The Brown name will rise from his generation.

No longer a barber, but a truly wealthy man—perhaps he could even buy a title and marry a woman of noble birth.

Everything is different.

While he was calculating how to manage his future "hundreds of thousands of pounds" of assets, he was struggling with anxiety like a crab in a frying pan - if he missed it, he might never have another chance to change his fate in this life.

He absolutely, absolutely cannot be missed.

"If someone I know were still alive, she might have participated in this investment like you did. She always has a good eye."

Isaac asked curiously who it was.

Roland uttered a familiar name.

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

"On the contrary, I am a friend of Mr. Mince Croy. My miserable and foolish friend, who has offended someone, cannot rest in peace even after death. I think the people of the Ring of Eternal Silence are not qualified enough to live up to what they preach..."

Roland wanted to say more, but Isaac Brown stopped him.

"You can't say that, Mr. Collins." He smiled bitterly, "You have an extraordinary background, but I am just a doctor... Well, since you are a friend of Mr. Mince Croy, I will tell you the truth - his wife is not the smart person you think she is."

"She was in that ward without any ladylike manners, going crazy, shouting, saying that someone would avenge her - this is ridiculous. Didn't she think about being sick for a day when she was acting so coquettishly?"

Roland frowned and dodged backwards: "What disease? Is it contagious?"

Isaac shook his head. "It's a kind of madness, Mr. Collins. I suggest you listen less. It affects your appetite."

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

They chatted for quite some time, and the doctor couldn't help but become anxious - what kind of rules could allow him to get a lot more money?
"Haven't you mentioned it?" Roland said, "There are exceptions to everything, Mr. Brown. Sometimes, the same words, said in different ways, will get different results." Roland didn't need to go into too much detail, believing that the other party would understand.

He glanced at the words formed by flames beside Isaac Brown's face, checking whether he had missed anything.

"You are forcing him to die voluntarily."
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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?

"I thought you were going to stab him."
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He is not qualified yet.
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Besides, I always like to try something new.

Roland really wanted to know what a person could do when he was desperate and crazy.

Isaac Brown, he had such a gift.

This is destined to be the fate.

"I see, Mr. Collins."

Isaac Brown immediately understood what Roland was hinting at - he understood that this kind of rhetoric was a 'skill' that could only be mastered by dealing with Pound Gold or the same type of people for many years.

Frankly speaking, it's not like he hadn't thought about it, but this gentleman's words and the 'rules' he explained gave him the impetus to move forward.

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

So, why can't I do it?
This is not illegal.

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.

And the good reputation he has gained in recent years.

Even if he used some 'tricks' to get a loan from the bank - could he not pay it back?
Half a year later, he became a nobleman with a fortune of hundreds of thousands of pounds.

By then, when his lie is exposed, he will be able to repay the loan calmly.

Maybe these clerks will have to put on a smiling face and say they did nothing wrong.

"It is my great pleasure to meet you today, Mr. Collins."

Collins, Collins.

Isaac Brown had not been in London 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.

Once he gets his wealth, maybe he can make more friends with him.

"It's not a blessing, Mr. Brown. It's fate that we meet." Roland smiled as he watched him stand up. Then, he stood up with Philip Chanderson and shook hands with him to say goodbye.

He hurried to leave the reception room and return to the clinic to prepare for the "forgery".

Roland and Chanderson were in no hurry to leave.

"Very interesting person, isn't he?" Philip Chanderson's tone seemed a little subtle: "I was just about to talk to you about the recent 'letter business', but I didn't expect that you know more about it than I do..."

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

Randolph Taylor.

They would make good friends.

Or a good enemy.

"I heard by chance that a hundred pounds was sent."

Roland smiled, shaking the oriental celadon cup with delicately painted clouds and mist, and silently observing the waves on the surface of the tea:

"after all…"

"We all know that, Mr. Chandlerson."

He said.

"We all know this is a scam."

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

Philip Chandler's eyes were slightly cold.

(End of this chapter)