The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 237: Divide the spoils
—How much would a pile of two hundred and fifty thousand pounds' worth of coins have to offer?
It can be said like this:
It can be piled up into a spacious house for Roland to live in comfortably.

Yes, the final profit of this whale scam was: £250,000.

This is the case when they stop early.

The three participants: Roland Collins, Lillian Rose Vansittart, and Randolph Taylor, each benefited greatly.

But the three had some disagreements 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 was not short of these tens of thousands of pounds;
Same with Rose.

Because the whole scam was set up by Roland and operated by Taylor, she did almost nothing, so how could she get the money?
As for Roland...

The darkroom in the basement of the Taylor House.

The black-haired young man looked serious as he piled up the glittering gold coins into a tall tower: "Less cents?"

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

"You said, give me less money?"

Until it collapsed completely.

With a crash, the food spread all over the table.

Roland held one in his hand and rubbed it repeatedly between his fingers, his expression changing from gloomy to bright. "Only the dead will not regret... my dear friend."

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped.

"Kill them."

He gave orders to men who did not exist.

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

Roland leaned against the high stool, crossed his legs, and looked at melancholy: "You should have known long ago that I never keep my word."

Randolph, who was watching the show, said: …

Some people appear very beautiful and kind at first glance.

But if you get close...

It's contagious.

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

Whenever the three of them get together, these two always perform.

Or start with Rose, and then Roland will cooperate.

Or the opposite.

Very tacit.

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

Roland immediately lost his temper and said unhappy: "Why are you always solitary?"

Randolph vowed not to get involved.

That's stupid.

"Very interesting, Randolph, it really is."

"Call me Taylor, Mr. Collins. I don't know you well."

Seeing Roland pick up the coin on the table and throw it at Randolph after being stabbed, Rose laughed beside him.

They are becoming more and more like a gang.

"Roland! You hit me!"

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

After a while of arguing, they finally decided that after deducting 10,000 pounds for purchasing land, opening a perfume shop, hiring employees, purchasing utensils, etc., there would be 240,000 left, and Taylor took 80,000.

Rose placed her share in Roland's hands and asked him to keep it for her, saying that she would pay for it when she needed it - in fact, she just didn't want to take the money.

She hasn't recovered from the hard times yet.

This money came too easily.

It's just a letter, just commissioned by someone to write it.

Then wait.

There are fools who can't wait to bring money to your door.

Too easy, not realistic.

Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

Dozens of days.

Rose got more money than she could possibly earn in hundreds of lifetimes.

It seemed like a sweet dream.

"That's unearned joy, Rose."

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

"Ritual?" Roland held his chin, lowered his eyes and stared at the reflecting gold pound, muttering: "London citizen? It sounds interesting. Rose, do you want to have another more interesting one..."

Rose said no.

"Since you agreed..." Rose said I didn't agree.

"How about calling it "Brilliant London Everyone Bends Together Project"? "

Rose said I didn't agree.

"Randolph, you have to do us a favor again--"

Rose said I didn't agree.

Randolph didn't say anything. He sat aside and began to recall how he met these two talented musical actors and thieves.

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

On the one hand, Rose couldn't help herself, and on the other hand, the Taylor family was not without ritualists and their own information channels.

One time, the thief couldn't help but take a pure gold pocket watch chain from Randolph.

Then, the next day, Randolph asked her.

Ask her to help find out where Miss Bronte's two sisters live and how they are doing, and by the way, find a way they usually use to "send" some money to the two girls who are struggling.

'Why don't you arrange for a servant to do it?'

'if I could.'

'Oh, just like you love Bronte but you dare not say it.'

'Yes, just like you love Roland but dare not say it.'

Rose: ...

"Why do you, a businessman, want to compete with a lady?"

"Why would a thief like you want to compete with a gentleman?"

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

Believe me, for an old maid who has been dealing with the upper class for many years, once she shows a clear "dislike"...

That's really not what I like.

This is the result.

Rose used the front door less and less.

The window in Beatrice's room was always open for unknown reasons.

Theresa repeated it in Randolph's ear many times and reminded Bronte to "close the windows that should be closed" - but it was of no use.

She couldn't ask the butler to kick out this lowly woman with short curly hair.

After all, he was Randolph's friend, so that would be rude (although he would still privately ask Randolph whether the house number outside the iron gate should be changed from Taylor to 'Den of Thieves').

Besides, every time the old lady saw Rose, she would immediately frown, trying to kill this bad girl with a cold gaze...

Randolph withdrew his thoughts and saw that the two men were still mumbling, so he had to interrupt them: "You two, I plan to announce to the public that I was defrauded of 100,000 pounds by this group of people."

Rose's eyes lit up: "Good idea! You said before that you would raise the price of some cigars. We can take this opportunity..."

Roland added: "Even though the Taylor family was defrauded of 100,000 pounds, they still offered their loyalty to the royal family - I mean, Randolph's gift. This will undoubtedly make the name of 'Taylor' more famous in the lady's heart..."

Rose nodded excitedly: "I have to look sad every day as if my father has died... Even if every cigar adds this much, it can only barely maintain balance..."

Roland smiled and said, "I have to curse those scammers from time to time, telling everyone how much trouble this trap has brought to Taylor and you..."

"You three are hell."

“I’m so glad I didn’t fall for this scam.”

Randolph sighed, and was happy about his friend's "extraordinary".

"With your extraordinary intelligence, no, Randolph." Roland stretched and asked casually, "How is Beatrice doing recently?"

When Randolph mentioned his sister, his expression was very strange, 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 that had been soaked in holy water for several days.

Although it has no blade, the tip is sharp enough to pierce flesh.

"She needs something to protect herself, Randolph."

Randolph doesn't think so: "I think this 'protect yourself' thing is likely to hurt her first."

Roland shook his head: "Beatrice is 'innocent', not 'stupid' - if that were the case, she should have eaten the paint instead of smearing it on the drawing paper."

indeed.

Beatrice knew better, and was not like the real lunatics in the asylum who chewed the lampshades with their teeth whenever they got the chance.

She knew how to eat, she just wasn’t that skillful;
I know I need to wear clothes before going out, but it always rains uncontrollably;
She has a sense of shame, and before she meets someone she likes, she knows she should 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'. She held her head high and achieved her goals in the eyes of the doting crowd - barefoot, stepping on paint, then 'sneaking' into her brother's room and jumping on his bed for ten minutes.

Randolph always had one sad story after another.

It's a cute little annoyance in the busy daily life.

"But the dagger is also dangerous, Roland. I think the unlucky one will be either Theresa or my Bronte."

Roland looked solemn: "My Bronte..."

Rose repeated teasingly: "My Bronte..."

Randolph: ...

It just comes out of my mouth.

(End of this chapter)