Chapter 228 Ch227 Hint

Chapter 228 Ch.227 Hint

No matter what descendants of the giant bear or giant eagle family founded Paloyemed, as long as it is a bank, it will definitely have personal lending business.

This business usually targets high net worth individuals, in other words:

Landed aristocracy, or new money—the newly emerged wealthy businessmen with visible and tangible assets.

And Isaac Brown is not among them.

He has neither a large piece of land that can be mortgaged (except for a house that serves as a hospital), nor an industry or industry that he has invested in to own a share - he is just a doctor, maybe a little famous.

As he said: nothing more.

Paloyemede's ability to value his property at thirteen hundred pounds already took into account the factor of his 'reputation'.

Otherwise, it would only be around one thousand to one thousand two hundred at most.

In Paloyemed his reputation was worth a hundred pounds, and he was proud enough.

——In fact, Isaac Brown is not short of money.

An omelette with buttered bread cost only threepence. Last year, his income was at least a thousand pounds.

Being so anxious to sell and mortgage properties and borrow money from salons is all for one goal:

As long as it works this time.

No more worries in this world.

He calculated that by mortgaging, selling, and adding his own savings, he could raise four thousand pounds; he could borrow some from the pockets of the gentlemen and add several thousand pounds more.

In addition, he also planned to borrow some from his biggest sponsor, Chloe's house.

All this added up to tens of thousands of pounds.

Fifteen days.

Double.

So.

All he has to do is put the money in that institution and wait silently for a few months...or half a year.

Hundreds of thousands of pounds just sit in the bank account.

When the time comes, he will repay his friends' money with 5% interest, buy a real manor, use part of the money to invest in a stable business, and use the rest to buy land and rent it to businessmen who want to build factories. …

Isaac Brown.

The surname Brown will rise from his generation.

No longer a hairdresser, but a truly wealthy man - perhaps able to buy a title and marry a woman of noble birth.

Everything is different.

While he was calculating how to dispose of the "hundreds of thousands of pounds" of assets in the future, he was struggling with anxiety like a crab in a frying pan - if he missed it, he would probably not have another chance to change his destiny in this life.

He absolutely, absolutely, cannot miss it.

"If someone I know is still alive, maybe she will participate in this investment like you. She has always had a good vision."

Isaac asked curiously who it was.

Roland spit out a familiar name.

"...Cherry Chloe?" Isaac Brown's heart sank, and he looked at Roland with inquiry: "...Are you her friend?"

"On the contrary, I am a friend of Mr. Minsi Chloe. My miserable, stupid friend, I don't know who he offended, and he can't find peace after death. I think the people in the Ring of Silence are not qualified enough. Not worthy of what they preach..."

Roland was about to say something, but Isaac Brown quickly stopped him.

"You can't talk nonsense, Mr. Collins." He smiled bitterly: "You have an extraordinary life experience, but I am just a doctor... Well, since you are a friend of Mr. Mingsi Chloe, I will tell you the truth. No - his wife is not what you think she is."

"She had no ladylike manner in that ward. She went crazy and yelled, saying that someone would take revenge on her - this was so ridiculous. Didn't she think about being sick for a day when she was posing?"

Roland frowned and hid back: "What disease? Is it contagious?"

Isaac shook his head: "It's a crazy disease, Mr. Collins. I suggest you listen less. It affects your appetite."

Roland looked at Isaac thoughtfully for a moment, and his expression softened slightly.

They chatted for a long time, and the doctor couldn't help but become anxious - what rules could allow him to get a lot of money?

"Didn't you already mention it?" Roland said: "There are exceptions to everything, Mr. Brown. Sometimes, the same words, said in different ways, will get different results."

Roland doesn't need to talk too deeply, I believe the other party can understand.

He glanced at the flaming words next to Isaac Brown's face to check if he had made any mistakes.

"You are forcing him to die on his own initiative."

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This is not all the information you told me.

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Why are you pretending to be innocent now?

"I thought you were going to stab him directly."

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He is not qualified yet.

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Besides, I always want to try something new.

Roland wanted to know what else a person could do when he was cornered and driven into madness.

Isaac Brown, he has such a talent.

It is also destined to be such a fate.

"I understand, Mr. Collins."

Isaac Brown immediately understood what Roland was implying - he understood that this kind of speaking technique is a 'skill' that can only be mastered after dealing with Jin Pound or the same kind of people for many years.

Frankly speaking, it was not that he had not thought about it, but this gentleman's words and the 'rules' he explained gave him a motivation to move forward.

It seems that these big shots often do this...

So, why can't I do it myself?

This is not illegal.

What's more, he is in London, his wife and children are in London, where can the family escape to?

He also has a clinic, employees, and apprentices.

And the good reputation it has gained in recent years.

Even if he uses certain 'means' to get a loan from the bank - can he still refuse to repay it?

Half a year later, he would be a nobleman with hundreds of thousands of pounds of wealth.

By then, the lie would be exposed and he would be able to repay the loan calmly.

Maybe, these clerks would have to put on a smile and say that what they did was absolutely right.

"It's my pleasure to meet you today, Mr. Collins."

Collins, Collins.

Isaac Brown had not been in London long enough to have heard of this surname. But he guessed that 'Collins' must represent a certain family, perhaps not well-known, but definitely rich and powerful.

When he gets his wealth, he might be able to make more friends.

"It's not luck, Mr. Brown. It's fate that we met." Roland smiled as he stood up, so he also stood up with Philip Chandson and shook hands with him to say goodbye.

He hurriedly left the reception room and returned to the clinic to prepare for the 'falsehood'.

Roland and Chandson left in no hurry.

"A very interesting person, isn't he?" Philip Chanderson's tone seemed a little subtle: "I was preparing to talk to you about the recent 'letter business' today. Unexpectedly, you know it better than me..."

His narrow eyes, no bigger than a keyhole, shone with shrewdness, which reminded Roland of a person.

Randolph Taylor.

They would be great friends.

Or a good enemy.

"I heard occasionally that he sent a hundred pounds."

Roland smiled, shaking the oriental celadon cup with exquisite clouds and mist, and silently observed the ripples on the tea surface:

"after all…"

"We all know that, Mr. Chandler."

He said.

"We all know this is a scam."

His Excellency the Baron, who had always faced Roland with his comical debauchery... slowly lost his smile.

Philip Chanderson's eyes were slightly cold.