Chapter 227 Ch226 Falling

Chapter 227 Ch.226 Falling

Isaac Brown did not expect that the young gentleman running errands next door would speak for him.

He caressed his chest and bowed: "I haven't asked yet—"

"Collins."

Roland returned the greeting: "Roland Collins, Mr. Brown, I have heard of your name. You are a highly skilled and selfless top medical practitioner who solves our worries."

"Noble people should not be bitten and sucked by these calculating mosquitoes. Sir, I think you are too kind to them."

The clerk was a little embarrassed by Roland's accusation and quickly waved his hand:

"Sir, sir! You don't know that the price of this house is at most! Someone has calculated it!"

Roland walked forward and knocked on the high counter with great disdain:

"How much is this wood worth? But nailing it together and moving it to the bank would cost at least fifteen shillings on the books, right?"

At this time, Philip Chandson behind him also interjected from afar:

"I don't think that would even take fifteen."

The clerk saw the two men approaching each other menacingly, bowing and bending down, so he called the waiter and arranged for the three of them to talk in a private reception room to avoid creating a worse impact in the hall.

Especially Philip Chandson, who used that solid gold card and was an important guest of Paloyemed.

"I have to apologize to you, Mr. Brown."

When he arrived at the reception room, the clerk was like the monkeys in the circus who wanted to please their master after being beaten, adding tea and lighting cigarettes.

The meaning behind the words is undoubtedly telling these two nosy gentlemen:

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the property price. What is wrong is your attitude.

He should not treat the famous doctor like those poor people.

A mortgage or sale should not be treated as a charity to a respectable gentleman.

He implored these three people not to escalate the situation, otherwise, he might lose this hard-earned job.

A decent job to support my family and my children.

Phillip scratched the top of his head, which was smooth and hairless. One shoulder was high and the other was low. The other hand hooked the ear of the cup. His movements were a bit funny no matter how you looked at them: "...Oh, I don't know what you people think about all day long. This But the only opportunity you have to truly interact with noble people is something I would cherish much more."

The clerk bowed and apologized repeatedly.

"I have a rude question, Mr. Brown, please forgive me for being rude." Philip suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Why did you mortgage that land? I know your clinic, and that place is extremely valuable."

The middle-aged doctor with a beard rubbed his fingers with a sullen expression: "...Business, I have a business to do."

Phillip immediately leaned over and said mischievously: "I guess you also received the letter, right?"

Roland lowered his eyes and immediately waved his hand to let the clerk and waiter go out first.

"Yes, you guessed it right, Mr. Chandson. I have..." Isaac Brown understood as soon as he heard it that the funny-looking fat man had also received the letter and must have made money from it.

His expression improved a lot in an instant, and he whispered back to him with flying eyebrows: "I made a lot of money. This is a good opportunity, Mr. Chandson. It may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could I not seize it?" "

Roland interjected with a curious look on his face: "What magic power does the letter have? Just invest a few pennies in exchange for shillings?"

Isaac Brown turned his head, looked at the young and beautiful Mr. Golden Eyes, and shook his head.

"I don't understand, young man."

He said.

"Although I don't know what kind of industry your family is engaged in - whether it is ocean shipping, plantation, or even stocks or real estate, I would like to ask, have you ever heard of such a rate of return?"

He held up two fingers.

"Double, fifteen days."

"The only thing that can rival this business is war."

Although Isaac Brown was not familiar with Roland, he had heard of Philip Chandson to some extent - since this fat baron arrived in London, he had invited all the higher-end prostitutes in the city.

Of course, he was a baron, a nobleman, and a wealthy man, and Isaac Brown had nothing against him.

We are all our own people, so there is no need to hide some words.

"Look. Even though the state has increased the window tax and glass tax, how many cents can it get? Those poor people would rather not open the windows and plug the holes with bricks."

When it comes to this tax, old Collins has a fresher name:

Light tax and air tax.

"...We don't rely on these to become glorious and great, do we? What do we rely on? We rely on monsters of other colors, rely on the land beyond the ocean, rely on planting, trade, and rely on sails blown by the wind——"

As he spoke, he fanned himself with his palms and squinted his eyes, as if smelling the smell of ocean and gold pounds in the air.

He looked more like Randolph Tyler than Edward Snow at this point.

He shouldn't be a doctor, he should be a businessman.

"Ocean trade, I heard, that organization holds an excellent and unknown trade route." Isaac Brown shrank his neck and glanced at the faces of Chandson and Roland. , as if expecting to see their greed and surprise.

"I can speak frankly to you, Your Excellency Baron. I have made nine hundred pounds in the past few days..."

Chandson's eyes widened in an instant, and his voice rose a few degrees uncontrollably: "Nine hundred pounds?!"

Isaac Brown was finally satisfied.

He turned to Roland again and ‘taught’ him: “If we are connected with this mysterious organization, maybe we can actually meet one day - do you know what that means?”

Roland was at a loss: “What?”

“Countless gold pounds.”

He wanted to see admiration and eagerness on the face of the golden-eyed young man, but now he only had doubts.

“I remember…”

“What?”

“Mr. Isaac Brown, you mean to expect to take out thousands of pounds at a time and then get a huge return - this doesn’t seem difficult? I remember that in addition to mortgages, Paloyemed also has personal loan projects.”

Philip Chanderson glanced at Roland with an ambiguous look, sipped his tea, and said nothing.

“Loan.”

Isaac Brown repeated, smacking his lips, and seemed a little hesitant.

"I am a doctor, Mr. Collins, not as prominent and noble as you. I am a good doctor, with a little reputation at the moment, but that's all."

Roland shook his head and smiled brightly: "It seems that you are not familiar with the rules of this place. Oh, it just so happens that I just don't have the opportunity to meet the best doctor in London. It just so happens that I don't have this opportunity..."

Isaac Brown was stunned at first, and then laughed.

He held the teacup and gently clinked it with Roland.

"I am so happy to be friends with you and Baron Chanderson! Come on, just teach me, don't be stingy with words!"

Roland smiled brightly, his golden eyes were deep, reflecting a greedy face.