The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 213 Ch.212 Parade
It takes a lot of time, money, and lies to deceive someone.

If you want to deceive a woman, you must at least have a bouquet of flowers, a pretty face, a decent set of clothes, and an eloquent mouth - in addition, you need a happy fairy tale about the future, a beautiful or broken family background, a gentle soul, a pair of eyes that discover beauty, and a heart with extraordinary patience.

If you're going to cheat on a man, at least have a woman.

of course.

This does not mean that the former is greedy and the latter is stupid.

Rather, it's like the difference between firearms: the difference between a long-barreled, long-range single shot and a large-caliber, close-range, scattered shot.

But only the wise can understand a secret that needs no further explanation:
No matter what type of gun, it has only one use.

But the shepherd and the sheep are two different creatures.

In fact, it is not easy to deceive men and women. But if you double this number, double it again, or even add two zeros to the end, then things become extremely simple.

Even just a few simple words are needed.

"Do as I do."

There are too many examples in history that prove that sometimes these creatures who know to wear cotton clothes in winter are not much better than their uncles and aunts who tied leaves millions of years ago.

For example, the parade as seen by Marvolo Hayman.

He stood on the balcony on the third floor, happily enjoying the unique-flavored cigar and admiring the crowded "river of people" flowing under his feet.

The men held up homemade long wooden signs, and the women tore old clothes into pieces.

The same big words were written on it:
"be opposed to!"

Like the words, the crowd also shouted the same 'opposition'.

But nothing else.

They don't know what they are opposing, nor do they know the real destination of the waves after the hundreds of rivers converge into rivers and seas, and what kind of dams will be broken.

"The rare item has been handed over to our people."

Louis Heyman stood behind his father and spoke softly.

As long as Annie arrives at the required location and leads these ignorant animals to shout out the sounds that have been prepared long ago - while she is waiting for the sound of the flute, waiting for her flesh and blood to turn into mud and solidify as the ladder for her advancement, she will be shocked to find that her body will explode like everyone else in an instant.

"My hardworking and sincere citizens only organized a harmless demonstration to try to oppose the Gray Party's crazy proposal - but I didn't expect these politicians to actually dare to attack innocent people."

"Gray Party... heh."

Marvolo Hyman was acting out a script that had already been written.

For him, and for his enemies.

"Wellesley doesn't know, father. After this incident, he might..."

Old Heyman snorted, showing great disdain for this invincible man.

"He has nowhere to go except the battlefield. This man never takes his place, always sitting comfortably in the carriage, speaking for those who walk -"

The master of the Heyman family did not think that they, the "masters", did anything wrong.

Just as the radicals in the Gray Party think they deserve to die, they also think those radicals are ignorant.

——Workers’ income is too low?
Oh, as long as they are not given holidays, they will have no time to spend money.

——The death rate of child laborers is too high?
Since only young people over the age of 20 can receive full "adult wages", then as long as all those under the age of 20 are classified as "child laborers", the mortality rate will naturally be lowered.

——Are there too few jobs that female miners can do?

Then reduce their wages.

These 'non-free agents' would go to the mines anyway, and this was extra income for their miner husbands.

——Rape cases occur frequently?
You see, since their wages have been reduced, we should at least give them some other ways to make money.

Marvolo Hyman thought that those who were radical and called for 'reform' were like the stupid little son of the pastry chef in his house.

They are just like that kid.

I only spend 10% of my time thinking, and after I mess up, I spend 90% of my energy explaining to people around me that I am not that stupid.

This is actually stupid.

What's more stupid?
Never admit it. "I want to see a quiet victory, Louis."

Marvolo Hayman watched the soon-to-be-infamous 'Diamond Annie' exposed to the sun, watching her shouting, leading the convergence, calling on them to move forward.

"I hope for a quiet, no-mistakes victory."

Said Old Hyman.

"of course."

Louis Hyman bowed his head: "The giant didn't know that he would also explode into blood foam with the sound of the flute. Father, even if the lady had invited her, I think she should know which side to choose."

Marvolo Heyman could not only provide her with gorgeous clothes, but more importantly, he could prolong her life.

The diamond-shaped red gem can protect the giant from the pain in his brain.

As long as she is as loyal as a hound, she will definitely live better and longer than the hound.

"The one holding the rope is not necessarily the owner."

"The one who feeds is the one who feeds."

Marvolo Heyman was very satisfied with what Louis expressed - it meant that he knew clearly how to use the invisible but absolute will that came from his surname and blood.

"Diamond Annie is full of ambition. She doesn't care about her gang or anyone else around her."

"She just wants to live, and live a better life."

Louis sighed: “There are many similar women, but few are as decisive and vicious as her.”

This is praise, but also lament.

"An ounce of luck is worth a pound of wisdom. Apparently, she wasn't lucky enough."

As the parade grew larger.

A shadow wearing a large black hood nimbly came in.

She lowered her head, her green eyes darting back and forth, shouting "oppose" with the people around her, her pace sometimes slow and sometimes fast, picking out those who looked good and could be deceived.

Then she was left behind in the crowd.

Fell to the back position.

Next to a woman holding a child.

"be opposed to!"

She was shouting along with the crowd.

And the crying of babies.

"…What are we against?" Rose pulled her hood up and moved closer to her.

The woman was stumped by this question.

She was stunned for a few seconds and shook her head.

"I do not know either."

Rose frowned, "But we still travel in groups?"

"of course."

The woman pointed to the front of the line. "They say it's sevenpence for the job—and they say it won't take more than an hour or two."

She looked at Rose several times and said teasingly: "Girl, what kind of work can allow us to earn seven pennies in such a short time?"

Rose asked again: "Where is our destination?"

The woman wrapped the baby again and again, weighed it in her arms for a few times, and after holding it firmly, she joined the crowd in shouting "objection".

Only then did he have time to answer Rose's question.

"Destination? Sevenpence."

(End of this chapter)