The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 789 Ch.788 Back of the Head

There is good news today.

The house has been renovated.

After the "art master" had lost interest in his adopted pig, he finally remembered that he had a job to do - that's what Randolph said.

After the two families finished lunch, he personally took Yam and old Collins to the two villas.

Also accompanying:

Roland, Halida, and the...

Artists who have lost their novelty - at present, most architects who can participate in truly luxurious projects are believers of the benefactor.

Just as Roland repeatedly mentioned that his house should not be made like a church, the details inside still reveal a certain "sacred" feeling of a sanctuary - such as the patterns on the candlesticks, the plaster lines on the ceiling and some "uninvited" paintings.

When he took the lead and pushed open the door, loudly introducing his "masterpiece" as he walked, with an expression like "it's time to start praising me" written all over his face...

Roland really wanted to give him a few compliments with the cane he brought.

When he was talking about the painting or the gilt patterns on the marble fireplace, or suddenly turned his head and talked about the shape and angle of the glass, how he had a "flash of inspiration" at that time, taming light and shadow to suit his art -

I raised my cane and swung it at the back of his head with all my strength...

Randolph glanced back.

He heard it.

But the 'artist' didn't.

He thought Roland was praising him.

"Of course, sir. You are so busy with your work that you have little time to look at real art - the art of stone, light, shadow and structure. If you ask me, this is the real art... I..."

I raised my cane and swung it at the back of his head with all my strength...

"I mean, 'different' from what I first saw, sir." Roland raised his voice slightly.

The architect turned around in surprise and shrugged.

"Of course they are different. The bedroom is the bedroom, the dining room is the dining room, the living room is the living room, the reception room is the reception room, the tea room and smoking room, the study - there are too many places for me to consider. Maybe you just finished your work, came home, and hastily enjoyed the art I brought..."

"As for me, I had a lot to consider at the beginning of construction..."

I raised my cane and swung it at the back of his head with all my strength...

Sensing that his friend was about to lose his temper, Randolph quickly interrupted and turned the tip of his shoe to stand between Roland and the architect.

"I think it's pretty good, Roland," he said. "At least it's in keeping with your station, isn't it?"

Conformity is conformity.

If I must be so holy, why don't I live in the Court of Justice?

"Well, Ms. Jones, Mr. Collins. Are you satisfied?"

It's not just a polite remark.

James Jones and Pushou Collins were really satisfied.

——Even if no changes are made and it is just an empty building, they will be satisfied.

You know, the 'love nest' allocated to them is dozens of times larger than the herbal medicine shop: Roland even gave up the largest of the two buildings and made some compromises on size, just to make room for a flower garden for Yam to spend her free time.

If old Collins suddenly became interested in horse racing, he could set up a stable and hire a few people to take care of it.

There are fountains in front and behind their love nest, and the small garden uses acacia, begonia, holly and cornflower. The overall color is bright and lively - to be honest, it is not easy to have such a villa in the West District.

great.

But Roland still wanted to hit the architect on the back of the head with his cane.

——Do these people who immerse their heads in art all day long have to have their own "ideas" and "inspirations"?

“I have to.”

Randolph whispered in his ear.

"It has to burst out."

He told Roland that this was not what he had described to the architect at the beginning - cozy, livable, with warm colors, using the highest-grade materials while being as low-key as possible.

"Maybe that's how he understood it."

Randolph looked embarrassed.

He has to take some responsibility for this.

Business was too busy some time ago...

"You don't know how popular our Fountain of Youth is! And, I have to say, did you know that Ms. Jones is a good businessman?"

"Good hands?"

"Great! She has a natural instinct for making people buy things willingly!"

"Where's my uncle?"

Randolph thought for a moment and said, "Ms. Jones is a good businessman."

All right.

Roland understood.

"Why aren't Miss Bronte and Betty?"

When Bronte is mentioned, Randolph's face is full of resentment: "Ever since I got into hot water with those sock gangs, I have been completely obsessed with something - I don't understand, a group of women gathered together all day, can they still talk about knowledge?"

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Roland laughed at him for being just jealous.

"Me? Randolph Taylor, would be jealous of a woman?"

"That's hard to say. At least Mr. Lan Bronte is already a well-known writer in literary circles."

"Randolph Taylor is also a well-known businessman."

"You are in different positions," Roland said. "You are hated. She is admired."

"How are you better than me?" Randolph rolled his eyes at him. "Move in as soon as possible. Every time I ask the messenger to deliver the mail, I have to run two or three times. Do you have to live in that old James's house?"

"Rose has her own house there."

"You two? Two unmarried people?"

"The male master who had an affair with the maid is going to draw the sword of morality, right?"

Randolph grinned and glanced at Halida who was following closely behind him, implying something that was self-evident.

"I heard..."

He was quiet.

"Dark-skinned, very... Do you know dolphins?"

"You must not be busy with business during this period."

In short.

The house had been renovated into this state, and Roland couldn't possibly ask someone to tear it down and rebuild it.

He now had to spend some money to hire some "helpers" for Halida - as Roland Collins's housekeeper, she didn't have to do many things herself.

For example, the cook.

Responsible for dispatching ingredients, supervising cooking time and completing complex or simple dishes on time according to the requirements of the housekeeper: a few cooks are even paid more than the housekeeper.

Next came the parlor maids, who were responsible for serving meals, receiving guests, managing silver or china, and having a dignified manner.

A careful and skillful bedroom maid who is responsible for cleaning bedrooms, lighting fires and changing bed sheets.

The kitchen maid who assists the cook in handling chores, the cleaning maid at a lower level and the lowest level of handyman maid.

Some of them were responsible for sewing, night watch, and even managing the milk and wine cellars.

Roland was overwhelmed by what he heard.

"Double, huh?"

He gestured with the scissors.

Because Yam's villa also needs these people.

"more than."

Randolph shook his head.

"You also have to consider the footman..."

"Let me kill this architect first."