The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 859: Victory and Defeat

Yingyi is not a formal name.

Yolanda could hear it, and Roland could naturally hear it too.

Yolanda had used the word "barbarian" to describe Roland many times in London. It was also the first word he learned.

Yolanda was wondering whether she should say a few words on Roland's behalf - after all, in her opinion, Roland, Rose and Cinder were all "thieves". The man was erratic and crazy all day long, and the girl was a thief, while the other was so kind that she had to save the sailors who were doomed to die in the fire.

Halida is still a 'slave'.

She couldn't bear to see Roland being insulted.

Thinking.

The man in the melon-shaped hat spoke again:

"…I have known for a long time that the wise is still wise. You can't win if you fight. Sending people here, sharing what you have and learning from our superior country is the right way."

He held the pipe with gold thread pattern in his hand, pinched the bowl neck with his thumb and index finger, and a round jade pendant with animal pattern was tied to the hanging silk rope.

"Can't beat it?"

Roland didn't understand what he said.

"But you can't beat him?"

The man in the melon-shaped hat tilted his mouth to one side, giving half of his face a few wrinkles with gold edges. He stretched his head towards Roland and glanced left and right: "...The imperial edict! The emperor is merciful! The good news is like snowflakes, whirring, whirring..."

He shook his free palm, making a "five" sign in front of Roland, shaking like a bird that had seen its benefactor tens of thousands of times in a second and succeeded in courting.

The more Roland listened, the more puzzled he became.

Yolanda went from being embarrassed at first to being silent, and then her expression became increasingly ugly.

The waiter brought meat, porridge and some pancakes, along with a pot of hot wine.

Shandel tore it apart slowly and carefully.

"…In my opinion, you are all unreasonable people. The emperor has already given you a great favor by allowing you to have a 'trade' to show our magnanimity. Otherwise, what? Otherwise, 'if you are still arrogant and rebellious, we will immediately send troops to suppress you' - so, where are you going to go?"

He spoke more and more rhythmically, and at the climax his face turned red with excitement. Listening to the cheers, he hurriedly stood up and clasped his fists around him.

——Although he was reciting according to the notice, it was not easy to read and speak without stuttering in those days. Everyone praised him as if he were a victorious general on a big ship.

"All that blood, all that broken limbs, no wonder they were so eager to sign an armistice."

He felt deflated after he finished speaking, and sat back on the bench with smacking lips, intending to appreciate the British barbarian's expression: What kind of expression do the losers usually have?

"I heard that's not the case."

Christine could speak some human language, and she listened to most of the man's delusional words.

She didn't make much of a distinction between countries before, only between those who made money and those who didn't - but ever since they came in, he had been looking around with this unpleasant look.

This made Christine very dissatisfied.

These people have no manners at all.

"What's not so?"

The man in the melon-shaped hat was amused: "The barbarians are indeed barbarians, with yin and yang reversed and heaven and earth in disarray..."

Christine raised her eyebrows: "But I heard that your monarch has agreed to sign a treaty with us."

The man in the melon-shaped hat was stunned for a moment, finding it unbelievable that she could say such irrational words.

"Aren't you guys asking for it?"

He stretched the string in his throat and turned his head as he spoke, causing the people drinking tea around him to laugh and say, "Yes, girl. You are asking for the lottery, who is willing and who is not willing, don't you know it yourself?"

"Barbarians are easy to coax..."

"It's really not worthy of being on the stage."

Christine and the man with the melon-shaped hat had exactly the same expression.

She was also confused.

"That's a trade treaty." "Hey, who doesn't know that?" The man in the melon-shaped hat smacked his cigarette holder twice, took a deep puff and enjoyed it. He spoke only after enough smoke came out: "That's asking you to give me your treasures! Just this tobacco paste - here..."

He banged the corner of the table several times with the copper bowl.

"But it only makes you fat."

He said.

"If you want to stop the war, you have to spare something else... You guys are really good at doing tricks," the man in the melon-shaped hat narrowed his eyes, "I heard that there are iron weavers who are very good, and the cotton yarn is fine and soft..."

He spoke of the spinning machine in great detail, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and he also laid down the rules with Christine, saying that if they really signed a trade treaty, they would immediately learn this trick.

Christine's lips curled up in a sarcastic tone.

Although she showed a certain naivety on the "small" issue of tramps, when it came to business, she dealt with businessmen in the empire every day, whose cunningness was second only to politicians. Naturally, she knew what they would bring to this land after trade.

Not to mention tobacco cream.

First, there will be a huge, unimaginable influx of cloth goods, which will instantly break through the prices of all low- and medium-grade cloth in the market.

This process will be very quick.

Until the last drop of blood in the textile industry is squeezed out, until the entire industry including breeding begins to wither, until they have plowed this land repeatedly with their bear-like tongues a dozen times, then the real loom, which is different from the spinning wheel, will be brought in by the merchants who open factories.

They would hire local women workers.

Give the minimum salary.

——Do these people really think that with more efficient machines, people can become lazier, do less work, and earn more weekly wages?

This is just 'first'.

It's just a small business related to 'cloth'.

Red Iris Manor was once home to businessmen from various industries, and the gentlemen were always willing to show off their quick minds in front of the ladies.

Christine had originally planned to order a batch of goods from London on the pretext of trade.

"The overall situation was a loss, and the military's morale was greatly weakened. The cause of the country's demise was due to this battle."

Yolanda was silent.

She recalled the ridiculous battles that someone had told her about, and thought of his solemn expression and sighing with helpless fatigue...

The girl gently uttered two place names.

"They burned, killed, looted, raped women, and left corpses all over the ground."

She lifted her hair and turned to stare at the man in the melon-shaped hat who was puffing out smoke.

"If it weren't for the repeated defeats..."

The man in the melon-shaped hat seemed to have heard something ridiculous. His eyebrows pointed out and pointed at the embroidery on the brim of his hat: "They are traitors! Rebellious! Useless villains who are of no use to the country. We wish we could eat their flesh alive! If it weren't for the rebellion, we should have won the battle long ago. Why would it have dragged on for several months!"

Yolanda's angry sigh was drowned out by the cheers.

She suddenly felt how small and powerless she was. The blazing fire that had driven her to travel to London to commit the foolish assassination was now half extinguished by the cheers.

Roland held up the bamboo chopstick that he had pierced with slices of meat and tore it with his teeth under the contemptuous gaze of the man in the melon-shaped hat.

"Oil cream is not a good thing, Mr. Hatter. I think my friend is right."

Everything else is easy to say.

But when it comes to tobacco paste, Guapi hat immediately becomes like a bladder with its neck pinched, and the voice becomes almost shrill:

"Don't talk nonsense! This thing nourishes the soul and body, and it inspires the spirit! It has been abused and its name has been discredited. How can we stop eating it because of choking?"

Roland listened to the general idea, nodded vaguely twice, and turned to Yolanda, who lowered her eyes and remained silent:
"Your compatriot seems to be a fool."

The man in the melon-shaped hat was furious and slammed the table!

Rose took out the gun from her waist while holding the biscuit in her mouth.

The man in the melon-shaped hat was shocked and sat down obediently.

(End of this chapter)