The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 828 Ch.827 Manor
“I remember that smoking has been banned.”

When Yolanda heard this word, her expression turned a little unfriendly.

"so what?"

The person in charge disagrees.

"The more forbidden something is, the more expensive it is. My mother knows this." He lowered his head and gently picked up the non-existent dust on his spotless cuffs. "Madam can accept anything, including perfume. It's not like before."

He said.

Not to mention the good stuff from Bengal, initially a box from Malwa alone would have cost seven or eight hundred silver dollars - now?
It's impossible for anyone to sit down and talk to you without fifteen hundred dollars.

If the quality is good enough, it can be sold for two thousand.

"Right here?" Roland sat down and let Halida spread out the tableware in front of him. "Every box of our goods has been pierced."

The person in charge laughed twice in a rather frivolous manner and glanced around.

He saw it.

This group of people are newbies.

"…How could they bring it here so brazenly, and even come in through this port? Sir, you don't know that if you take a detour, there is a small port that doesn't check ships."

He asked about their identities, their parents' identities, their goods, and their purpose.

Roland pointed at Rose.

"Talk to her. I can't even count."

The man choked and looked at Rose hesitantly.

The latter responded with an even brighter smile and a slap.

"Gum in London."

The person in charge's eyes lit up.

"That's right, miss. Look at me, you and your wife are exactly the same, both of you can compare with men."

"Madam?" Rose was very interested in the name he kept mentioning.

"Mrs. Red Iris."

When this title was mentioned, the person in charge straightened his back a little.

He proudly told them that this manor belonged to Madame Iris.

Considering that trade must be transferred through the "Gonghang" at present, Red Iris can be regarded as a local with a fair price - she is quite favored by these sea guests. In addition to being good at socializing, generosity and always thinking about the other party are also the qualities that merchants value most.

She has a close relationship with the local bank. If you are not really an expert, it would be a good choice to hand over the goods to this lady.

——This manor for merchants to enjoy is not something that ordinary people can support.

The person in charge wanted to brag a little more, but he saw a young man running over from a distance and whispered something into his ear.

He looked at Roland with a puzzled expression.

"Madam wants to see you all."

He said.

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Creamy and delicate porcelain.

An intricately woven tapestry.

The exotic carved tables and chairs and the lazy and melodious piano sounds can soothe most anxious and stressed souls.

Except for the sailor's.

Guests came in groups of two or three, talking in low voices about business or local specialties, interesting or amazing. Among them were merchants, travelers, musicians or poets - even ladies, younger ladies and their servants...

There are no poor people.

Outside this small circle of new or old friends, invisible, threatening iron thorns stand between them and another group of people.

It is hard not to be embarrassed among the shipworms. These vulgar, uneducated, and immoral two-legged animals can actually sit in this noble place and enjoy the same food with them, which is undoubtedly the most absurd thing this year.

"I thought the Noti Golden Lamp was funny enough."

someone whispered.

From time to time, he would pick up his sight and throw it hard, trying to jump over the invisible thorns and wake up the monsters who looked ashamed but still couldn't help but feast on it.

It would be better to hit them so hard that they run away in fear.

"Don't look."

The mother scolded her curious daughter harshly.

"Don't mess with these people. They have rarely seen women in their lives. If they find you staring at them, they might sneak away at night..."

The girl's eyes trembled at the words, and she quickly turned around, holding the tablecloth, and asked her maid again and again, "Have they found it? Have they found it?"

It’s hard to tell whether it’s fear or anticipation.

"The cow is strong, but it is a beast."

This elicited a low laugh.

——The gentlemen commented disdainfully on one of the ladies' exclamation of "How strong they are."

"If there is a real need for war, what use will these strong men be? Is our empire only able to rely on these brainless 'warriors'?"

He swayed the champagne with a nonchalant expression.

"We can't sign a treaty with the monarch here just relying on 'warriors'," he tapped his hair and sneered, "We need wisdom."

He looked around, unaware that a few months ago at a salon in London he had accused a certain 'Golden Rose' of not being 'manly' enough, echoing Sir Benevento's words that a man must have a pair of strong arms and strong thighs to be considered a real 'man'.

But now, he has new conditions.

In addition to these, you also need a smart brain.

Wisdom, knowledge, education, and a strong body - these perfect conditions that cannot be compromised in the slightest are combined together to be put on the shelf and get an average evaluation of "neither good nor bad" in the selection of this customer.

But he had only told half of it at a salon in the City of London; now he was telling the other half.

This split condition will not offend anyone present because everyone thinks he or she is wise.

Although this thing is like a fart that has rotted overnight, only a madman would like to actively show it to others and show off it.

"Speaking of treaties, I'm afraid we're going to have a competitor."

After talking about sailors, men and wisdom, they turned to the future trends and the flow of gold pounds.

Regarding this treaty, the savvy businessmen present could all imagine what would happen next - depending on the different industries they were involved in, everyone had their own direction of adjustment.

"I guess cloth will be in short supply."

One of the younger ones didn't want to play charades, or perhaps he wanted to show off his accumulated farts to the ladies. He talked freely, and his farts, which smelled like rotten offal, gracefully swung his red wine glass and the cigar between his fingers.

"Our textile industry will smash their unsophisticated heads."

He flashed his predictions, meeting the ladies' adoring gazes.

The other men looked at each other and hurriedly followed suit to say a few trivial things - they would not really talk about the business they really used to make money.

"With free trade, there are more competitors."

An old businessman was worried.

Without the help of the public bank, the connections they have accumulated over the years will not only lose their effectiveness, but will at least be greatly weakened: because once they only consider the price (quality does not matter, people in this place know what quality is), some of the unfortunate people here will not be able to compete with some big sharks in the city of London.

From stealing food to wanton plundering feasts.

Those who don't have real skills or whose knives are not sharp enough should consider their own level.

“…I think John’s company is going to be ruined soon.”

Some are worried, some are calm.

As the sailors shouted "One more plate", several people followed the waiter up the stairs to another unique and more private reception room.

(End of this chapter)