The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 509 Ch.508 Negotiable

Roland didn't pay much attention to what happened to the Hines family.

Ever since he heard from Randolph that the two men who were about to be smarter than pigs found Shelley, he knew their fate——

Maybe Rose is kind and would only steal the dead wife and daughter who was raped and thrown away. She has no one to take care of her because she is old and relies on the savings saved when she was young. But that old Tom and Rose's 'father' James... Shelley doesn't.

People always have to pay the price for their stupidity, and the price depends on whether you put your head into the crack of the railing or into the mouth of the lion.

He briefly mentioned what happened at the "Fountain of Youth" to Yam and his uncle, and neither of them was too surprised - the recent newspapers were full of comments about the "Mare", from Bellows Taylor's Morality , upbringing, to Randolph’s personality and beliefs.

Praise, speculate, clarify, refute.

The newspapers were abuzz.

Newspapers make a lot of money, and writers and critics can open bottles of high-end red wine, provide "grapevine information" and buy a small bag of the most exquisitely packaged candies, and newsboys and busybodies provide them with all the above. .

Yam was uneasy, but old Collins looked very calm, as if he had seen the 'big world'.

"Don't worry about him, Yam. Our precious young Master Collins has an idea. You see, you don't need to say hello when you come in and out now, but he is a man who does 'big things'."

Weird and strange.

Roland raised his eyebrows and shut him up with just one sentence.

"Are you familiar enough to call each other on a first-name basis?"

Phu Hugh Collins:…

"We are already friends, Roland."

"You are actually friends?"

"You..."

Yam was laughing from the side.

Watching Roland smile, also watching old Collins smile.

She hung up an apron, which was not very clean, and she sewed a beautiful cat paw print on it.

"Is it really okay?"

Yam wiped his hands, walked around the counter, and naturally smoothed down the raised corners of old Collins' clothes.

Roland told her not to worry and told them that once the winter was over, they would be ready to take up a post at the "Fountain of Youth".

This time, the owner of the herbal medicine shop could not maintain his calm expression.

The two eyeballs bulged like blown bubbles.

"What did you say you -" He coughed violently, his fat face turned red: "What did you say?!"

"I said, I want to eat shortbread today... with strawberry jam on it."

"You..." Feeling the caress coming from the back of his clothes getting slower and slower, Old Collins had to force himself to swallow the curse words that came to his lips again: "...Say it again, I'm not joking."

"The "Fountain of Youth" is waiting for you to take up a position, two store managers. "Roland touched the cupboard, walked little by little to the sofa, leaned over, and lazily threw himself into the soft ground. "I made an agreement with Randolph, and you will have to get busy...didn't I say it a little bit? Night? "

"It's not too late at all." Old Collins raised his lips and said angrily, "At least you didn't 'think of it' until my funeral."

Yam patted him on the back helplessly, and looked at Roland with a somewhat annoyed look: "How could you make such a request, silly boy. How can we take care of a store? We can take good care of you, and take care of it. You’re well fed and clothed.”

Old Collins, herbal shop owner, independent entrepreneur in London:?

James Jones has a natural inferiority complex and resistance to the so-called 'advanced'.

In her opinion, not to mention the "Fountain of Youth" that cooperates with Taylor's family, even an ordinary small store can only be tried by extremely smart "geniuses of the times" or "big people with a strong background".

That's "Taylor".

Every week a footman came to deliver cigars to Roland.

She still has this bit of knowledge.

A box of cigars cost at least ten shillings. "Golden Smoke"? Limited edition?

James Jones didn't want to mess up Roland's business and damage his friendship with the big shot because of his poor mind. As long as she stays at home every day, she won't get into any trouble, right?

"It's too late, Yam."

Roland raised his feet, but before he could finish speaking, Yam tapped his toes, forcing him to sit up obediently.

"It's too late."

"What's late?"

"We have decided."

"What do you mean 'we have decided'?" Pugh Collins couldn't help but raise his voice: "Don't we need to ask the parties involved about this?"    "So I ask now." Roland crossed his legs, held up his chin, and spoke softly. It's like talking about shortcakes topped with strawberry jam: "You make the choice... Do you agree?"

Old Collins frowned: "If we agree..."

"Work in the shop after winter."

"If we don't agree..."

"The Fountain of Youth collapsed completely, the Taylor family suffered huge losses, all the money I had saved was lost, my friendship with Randolph Taylor was broken, the city of London exploded, and the world was destroyed. "

Phu Hugh Collins:…

What the hell is this called choice?

James Jones knew Roland too well and knew that this kid was up to something.

"You always do this."

She took off her apron and sat down next to Roland.

"We can't do this, Roland."

Roland did not answer, but brought up another topic: "Uncle. I remember you complained that there were few people on Fleet Street and many poor people. I dreamed of opening a shop in the West End - you said that, right? ?”

Old Collins rubbed his hands and smiled at Yam.

"Yam, I am also going to buy you... oh, I should say, buy us a big house. Then, we can run the shop during the day, and when the sun goes down, we will have dinner together... and raise a few strong hounds, a few A pampered tabby cat—isn’t that good?”

Yam glanced at Pushu Collins.

She could tell that someone was attracted to her.

This is indeed a good opportunity.

While she doesn't understand opportunity, business, art, and politics, she understands men.

They need to conquer the 'world' - not the world in the true sense, but the fire in their hearts that will never go out no matter how old they are.

This flame will be extremely strong when a man is young, and then, as time goes by, it will gradually weaken.

But just one chance.

It will once again carry the expectation of "maybe..." like the steam that opens the spout of a pot, and blow the soul that has been sleeping soundly for many years with a loud whistle.

This is what men hate the most.

This is also the best thing about men.

Jam Jones thought.

Pugh Collins would agree.

But he was forced to worry, fearing that he might be worried or have other considerations, so he became hesitant.

Jam Jones knows this very well.

"Perhaps we can divide the work?" Yam stroked Roland's black hair: "Your uncle will do this work, and I will prepare dinner at home for you - Roland, stop bargaining."

"I have to find something for you to do..." Roland muttered: "Then I will hire a few teams of maids and teach you how to scold them when you are bored. If anyone is found hiding jewelry or talking about your husband, bury her in the garden."

Yam pinched Roland lightly and laughed angrily: "I should have planted you in the garden!"

"Aha."

She didn't seem to 'hear' the word 'husband' in the words, but her face trembled slightly and her expression became unnatural.

She rubbed her neck, as if there was a fire in the room or in her heart, making her restless.

"Okay, don't 'ask' me any more about your men's matters!"

She quickly stood up, left the sofa, and went to the kitchen.

There is water in the kitchen, but it can hardly be said to be able to extinguish the fire that thrives without firewood.

"So..." After Yam left completely, Old Collins said anxiously: "Aren't you afraid that I will mess it up?"

"No," Roland's answer was extremely sincere: "I have seen your 'caution' regarding Yam."

Collins Sr.:…

Fuck you.