The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 233 The Circus Master
Isaac Brown disliked Mason Lyle's behavior of laying a hundred feet of nonsense before five inches of business - although many people he had met liked to do this, Mason Lyle was not worthy of his patience and agreement.

The Mudball Circus is popular, but in the end, it's not much different from the men and women posing on the stage.

In fact, some are even worse.

At least the most brilliant and famous ones who appeared on the stage had a good background.

Look at the people in his circus.

A two-headed monster, a dwarf who is not as tall as his waist, a host with a cursed barking dog and a low-color skin, a hairy "gorilla" that can speak human language -

If it weren't for business, he wouldn't have wanted to talk about the weather and politics face to face with his old friend who loved to show off.

"I told you it would be best if we didn't see each other as often as possible, didn't I?"

Mason Lyle flicked his shiny 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 are both extraordinary. This is a normal appointment - what's more, I'm here for a serious matter..."

Business.

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

"You shouldn't be too anxious, Mason." He whispered to comfort her, "Learn to wait. This is not like those investments in the market that only give you a few cents in return every year. The business I recommend to you is double! Have you ever seen a business with such a return rate?"

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

indeed.

Because by the time Mason Lyle learned about this "business", too many people had already received the first round of returns.

These people knew to keep their mouths shut without any discussion.

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

do not know.

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

They enjoy the profits privately, knowing that once more and more people join, it will be difficult to guarantee such a high rate of return.

As a last resort, Mason Lyle had to find Isaac, his old friend.

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

A big sum.

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

Mason Lyle also lowered his voice, with a hint of anxiety on his powdered face: "…Paroyemed has already reminded me that short-term mortgages do not allow for delayed repayment, Isaac."

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

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

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

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

Not only did he lend Isaac a large sum of money, he also invested the rest into this business.

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

Now, it is the twenty-third day.

Only a letter arrived, but there was no deposit slip in the letter.

It said that due to recent ocean storms, ship delays, war in another country, or some other reason - in short, this income would be deferred.

The letter also said: "If you feel uneasy about this or need to make a quick cash flow, please write to us again and we will return all your principal."

This...how can this be possible?
What if I withdraw the principal?
He also hoped to take advantage of this once-in-a-century opportunity.

Until then…

what.

Mason Lyle.

A true aristocrat, gentleman, landowner, great art collector—the real, delicate person who had to be careful when enunciating every word he spoke.

"So, so, Mason."

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

I have borrowed a lot of money from him. If he insists on paying it back and makes a fuss, it will be embarrassing.

Mason Lyle is just a small-time circus owner. What about him?

A famous and well-known physician who is about to enter the palace.

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

A farce.

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

He opened his hand and shook it.

"Five thousand?" Mason Lyle raised his eyebrows.

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

“…Thank you! How much money do you want to make in each round?”

Mason Lyle cried out in surprise, as if he had seen his mother crawl out of the coffin with a pair of white wings - surprised and excited, and at the same time, a little bit of disbelief: "Ten thousand, fifteen thousand pounds..."

As he spoke, his clever brain began to work rapidly.

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

He then reinvested the proceeds.

Then the second round will be 30,000 pounds.

Throw it in again.

The 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!

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

The next time he receives the 60,000 pounds, he will write a letter to recover the principal.

After paying off other debts, he would have at least 100,000 pounds.

Later…

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

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

When the time comes, pick one…or two.

He was not a greedy man; he would be content with a hundred thousand pounds.

"So Mason, we just have to wait, just wait for that investment to grow wings and fly back into our pockets." Isaac understood Mason Lyle's concerns, because unlike himself, he had actually obtained returns twice and had absolute confidence in the institution.

"I understand, Isaac. I just want to know, how long do we have to wait?"

Mason Lyle rubbed his hands, and his handsome features forced a smile, saying flatteringly: "I'm not like you, Isaac. I have invested all my money, and there are still a group of monsters opening their mouths to eat every day - if I can't pay back the money to Paloymed in two months... at most three months..."

Isaac shook his head: "No more than a month - since the emergence of this business, each round has not exceeded one month."

Mason Lyle thought about it.

Seven days.

He can still wait.

"After listening to you, I immediately felt relieved."

Isaac felt contempt in his heart.

With this kind of courage, how can one make a lot of money in this era?

"Oh, by the way, you have to get me a few more bottles of the medicine that can stop people from crying..." Mason Lyle suddenly remembered the second purpose of his visit today, "I have been performing too many times recently, and I don't have enough medicine..."

It makes people stop crying.

Hearing this, Isaac's eyes were firm: "I warned you, Mason, that excessive use of the drug can lead to..."

"Ah, that's for the future, Isaac." Mason waved his hands, his white hair swaying with his head, and laughed heartily, urging: "Who cares about the lives of monsters? Hurry up, give it to me quickly, do you want your 'creditor' to spend a few shillings to buy it?"

(End of this chapter)