The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 315: The Fountain of Youth
Whether it was the name of the perfume or the full name of the brand, Roland was ultimately not able to participate - it was a pity that he had paid money and knowledge, but was unable to participate in the process that the founder should have participated in.

The final name is certainly not something like 'Jewel Perfume' or 'Sapphire Perfume'.

"Fountain of Youth".

This was decided by a show of hands and came from Miss Bronte's idea - what is the meaning of perfume, whether for men or women?

'Keep yourself young and charming forever.'

Thus, the Fountain of Youth was born.

She thought Roland's craftsmanship was worthy of the name.

Oh, by the way.

The second most popular after 'Fountain of Youth' is 'Betty's Drink' (you should probably know what's going on just by reading it).

After the name, Lan and the others discussed in detail the store's decoration style, as well as some trivial, troublesome but unavoidable matters - time, cost, efficiency, income, expenditure, taxes and prices.

The three winged men also discovered for the first time what level of consideration a businessman must go to in order to be considered qualified.

Randolph smiled and told Roland that these were not "trivia". They were the "standard" of a business, a unique, invisible line that only qualified businessmen could understand - only when you cross this line can you be considered a business.

The only thing that can’t be surpassed is charity.

He told Roland how to set the price and what kind of customers the Fountain of Youth should target.

Depending on the level of salons you plan to promote your product, you may need to use different types of packaging and send them to people of different identities.

He told Roland how to avoid most of the blood-sucking taxes and how to manipulate the salesperson's salary according to current laws.

He said he wanted to hire someone to design a glass bottle for the perfume, and added that every penny more would cost a lot more, and that carving one less rose would save a few pennies or shillings.

He told Roland how to promote the newspaper and which type of audience was their real customer - some people read newspapers to follow national affairs, some housewives read jokes and gossip, and some young people pay attention to politics while reading romantic novels.

Others only like those newspapers with illustrations showing legs and arms.

He even considered how to add to the mystery of the "Fountain of Youth" and whether to hire a writer to write a "history" about the "Fountain of Youth" -

Roland believed that he had always been right.

Everyone has their own shining point.

Randolph Taylor is shining now, his soul and body singing for a cause he loves.

Such souls are beautiful, and so are people.

"I have an idea, Randolph."

Two men were smoking large-ring-gauge cigars, and the ladies had a selection of fruits and exquisite pastries in front of them - there was also an opened box of flat pine wood with two rows of slender, blue-mouthed cigarettes stacked inside.

But the ladies present seemed to have no interest in the business of smoking.

——Originally, Rose was eager to try it under Chandel's instigation, intending to start from the smallest details and slowly reproduce Anne's appearance.

It was not until Bronte glanced at the calm-looking Cinder Kratov and 'casually' said that her mother had a lingering bad smell in her mouth due to long-term smoking...

Rose almost got into a fight with Cinder right there and then.

Bronte and Theresa have different views.

She was more attracted to Miss Lillian Rose Vansittart than to Cinder Kratov...

She had been serving Miss Betty for some time.

Many times, when making some intuitive choices, it turns out that Beatrice Taylor's feelings are correct in the end.

What's more, the more she looked at the gray-haired lady's smile, the more frightening it made her.

Just like a puppet with its eyes fixed straight ahead, when you observe her quietly.

She suddenly turned her eyes towards you.

"I have an idea," Roland blew two streams of smoke from his nose and asked Beatrice if he looked like a train. After getting the answer of 'yes', he said that maybe he could take her on a trip when spring comes and flowers bloom.

"Roland."

"Oh, yes, I have an idea," Train Collins felt that his partner's mood had suddenly changed for the worse, "We can add another partner."

Randolph looked at him and raised his hand, motioning for Roland to continue.

To be honest, as a "Tyler", since he has discovered a great business, he is unwilling to share it with irrelevant people from the bottom of his heart - if it were not for Roland, he would not even deal with this "Miss Rose".

Do you really think that anyone can enter Taylor's house? But since it is Roland Collins, his friend, Beatrice's... good friend... especially good friend...

"We can work with the Inquisition."

"Hmm, trial...what?" Randolph sat up subconsciously, looking surprised: "Tribunal? Roland, let me confirm, we are selling perfume, right?"

This has nothing to do with the Tribunal.

He knew that Roland might have a high position in the Inquisition, but what did perfume have to do with a cult killer?
Roland smiled and asked if Shandel felt anything.

In perfume.

The girl took the glass tube and dripped it a few more times on her hands.

"…masculine power."

"You put holy water in it?"

She wasn't sure; the breath was too faint.

"One third drop of holy water." Roland said.

Shandel shook the glass tube in his hand and said, "This won't do anything, Roland. The little bit we have has been diluted."

"As long as we can be sure it exists."

Roland held the cigar between his fingers and spread out his palms: "We can say that this is a bottle of blessed perfume. The holy drops in it can maintain health, enlighten the spirit, protect against evil, and cleanse the soul to a certain extent."

"I mean, 'to a certain extent'."

Randolph certainly understood what Roland meant.

If promoted properly, it would not only increase the price of the Fountain of Youth, but also make it an 'unnecessary necessity'.

but.

Those black crows?
Randolph knew the price of holy water, and also knew how troublesome it was for a mortal to get a bottle of holy water from the church.

You will be tested for your piety, and you will also have to participate in church activities several times and actively express your "piety" - by donating a little money.

In Taylor's view, whether they are in white robes or black robes, they are all misers.

"Believe me, Randolph, they'd love to."

Roland said.

Even after parting ways with the Church, the Inquisition's executors remained poor - the Inquisitor they supported did not allow them to live any better than before.

But Roland can.

He could buy the holy water from them at a 'slightly higher' price. At the same time, the officers who were deprived of the holy water would no longer have to participate in the missions of chasing ghosts and vengeful spirits that had nothing to do with them in the first place.

Let’s return the pressure to the Supervisory Bureau.

"The cost is high, Roland. The cost of a bottle of holy water. Have you ever considered how high the price of the Fountain of Youth would be if holy water was mixed in?"

“It won’t take much.”

Roland said, "Only one-third of a drop."

Randolph doesn't think so: "A little bit adds up, and one-third of a drop in each bottle is not a small amount."

"All."

"…What?"

"I mean, all together, one-third of a drop."

Roland looked innocent and drew a circle with his fingers above the glass tubes on the table.

"One third of all."

Randolph: ...

Shandel: ...

You may be worse than a cultist, Mr. Roland Collins.

(End of this chapter)