Chapter 229 Ch228 Chanderson and Cherry

Chapter 229 Ch.228 Chandson and Cherry

Roland was busy admiring this exquisite porcelain from the East. With a flick of his wrist, the tea body moistened the walls of the cup, like brown waves kissing the clouds.

“Gold card guests of Paloyemed definitely have enough rights in this place.”

"Isaac Brown, apparently, isn't the first time he's been here lately trying to mortgage his assets."

"It just so happens that you invited me today, but you asked me very rudely to accompany you to handle personal matters."

"What's more, I know Cherry, and Isaac Brown was one of the reasons for Cherry's death..."

"We met by chance - the service counters were right next to each other."

Roland put down the tea cup, his voice paused slightly after a long sentence, his face tilted, and he smiled lightly.

"You know what's even cleverer than that?"

"You know Cherry too."

Philip Chandson had an expressionless face and looked at Roland without hesitation, as if a wild and ferocious African warthog was examining its prey.

But after a few breaths, he lost his ferocity and smiled particularly kindly.

"I'm glad you called her 'Cherry,' Mr. Collins—if I'm sorry, it would be better if I called you Roland."

Roland raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I have another friend today."

"Maybe." Chandson adjusted his collar, stood up and tied up his suit, "Let's talk in the carriage, my future friend."

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"You may think it's impossible, but it's true."

In the private carriage, Philip Chandson told Roland a simple story.

"She almost became my wife."

Philip Chandson is obviously a lot older than Cherry Chloe, but it's normal for men to be older than women in a marriage.

She was originally one of the candidates for Chandson's wife, and the two families also knew each other through some channels: they even met at cocktail parties and talked several times.

"Frankly, if we just chatted, we could be very good friends."

But as a wife, the Wilson family is not enough.

Because the Chandson family not only has money, but also a title.

"She was very thoughtful. To this day, Roland, I can still recall what we first talked about - she told me not to blindly exchange money for stocks when I am ignorant, and don't exchange these funds that carry the big ship of the family." Liquid gold pounds, blindly invested in an industry that I don’t understand, is equivalent to giving away...that is charity.”

In the carriage, Baron Chandson held a wine glass and spoke in a calm voice.

He recalled Cherry Chloe's grace at the cocktail party a few years ago, his eyes filled with sadness.

"I remember that at that time, railways and railway cars were still just 'experiments' - at that time, she told me."

The Fat Baron imitated her words.

"'Imagine it, Chandson, imagine it. These metal rails are equivalent to the blood vessels connecting the entire country - if I were more crazy, would it be possible for it to connect countries one day? '"

These are the words of Cherie Chloe.

She could not control her own destiny, but she gave Chandson advice, suggesting that if he wanted to invest, he must seize the opportunity, find a way to invest in the railway, and get involved in this business.

Because that brings not only money, but also power.

"Master the flow of blood."

Unfortunately, for some reasons, Philip Chandson was not qualified to intervene at that time.

He missed the business.

"Cherie Wilson, a born businesswoman... is also a good person. She helped me a lot, although she didn't think it was a 'big help'..."

He talked about his former old friend, and he was full of energy and dancing: "You don't know how valuable a head she has! And Mingsi Chloe? He doesn't have the one my wife brought from the servant's son." The dog is so stupid!”

Roland said nothing, took a sip of red wine, and listened quietly to him venting.

"...When I learned about her death, I immediately understood that she must have been persecuted using those common 'techniques'! How dare the Chloe family?!"

The revamped cabin is very quiet, and you can barely feel any bumps when driving.

"Indeed, they did, Mr. Chandson."

"Call me Philip, or Fat Philly." He seemed to see clearly what Roland had done, and suddenly lifted off the oily mask, showing him his few sincerities - which were worn away by time. , there will be fewer and fewer things that shouldn’t exist.

Roland thought carefully for a few seconds: "...Okay then, Fat Feili."

Philip Chandson:…

It really screamed.

"I knew from the first time I met you that you are not a rigid person who follows the rules."

The fat baron pointed at Roland, put down the wine glass, took out two cigars from the wooden box next to him and handed them to Roland.

He was a little surprised by Roland's reaction, but he also felt that this weird character of 'what's wrong, it's obviously you who asked me to scream' was really to his liking.

He doesn't like those mummies who are hypocritical and wear a noble appearance, but in reality they are already rotten on the inside.

He loves meeting people like him...

wack.

For example, if you love women, say that you love women, you should never miss any opportunity to touch your vagina, show your teeth and claws, and lick the sweet rain in that dirty restaurant;

If you love money, say you love money. Even if you have saved a friend's life, don't say hypocritically, 'For the sake of saving my life' - you should directly shake your fist and roar, 'You can't give me a penny. '!

If you admire power, you should explain it early: If you all stand in the way of my pursuit of power... I want to apologize to my closest friends present here - because then, I will definitely choose power and trample you. Underfoot.

If you love art, are fanatical about religion, or even always look at people of the same gender as yourself...

What's not to do?

Don't be like those people whose hats are getting higher and higher, and their shamelessness is getting higher and higher.

"I'm starting to like you." Philippa Chandson lit the cigar, but when Roland refused his help, he took out a small silver lighter and lowered his head to light it.

He listened to him chew his cigar and talk while drying it.

"The Bishop of Holy Cross said so too. From that day on, I didn't like it coming from a man's mouth."

His serious and helpless look made the baron laugh.

"You are a wonderful person."

"I'm only half wonderful, Philip, and half terrible."

"I hope I don't see the other side of you." Chandson turned his wrist and narrowed his eyes: "I realized this was a scam early, Roland. When this letter spread in the circle, more and more people participated." Invest', I remembered what Cherry told me."

Don't invest years or generations of hard work into a place you can't see and don't understand at all.

That's charity.

"So, since you found out that Cherry and I are acquainted, you have already thought about this day, right?" Roland held his head and asked him.

Philip nodded.

"I don't know if you and that idiot from the Chloe family are in the same group. Forgive me for being rude... Oh, I don't think you need to apologize?"

"No, but the wine is good."

"I'll prepare three bottles for you."

"You are being generous."

"This is not mass-produced locally. I spent a lot of money and waited for several months to get it from the sea... If you really like it, then... four bottles."

"Your shining qualities could restore sight to a blind man."

Chandler started laughing again.

This young man is so interesting - he is a person who does not follow the rules and does not abide by the so-called 'rules' specified by the old guys. At the same time, the submissive temperament of the 'lower class' is not seen in Roland.

He doesn't touch either side.

This is an interesting friend.

A friend from the Inquisition with true 'power'.

Even without Cherry, he would be happy to make friends with such a young man. What's more, someone who I haven't contacted for several years suddenly mentioned this name in a letter one day...

She mentioned the Illite Arts Society, composers, novelists, and...

Her 'brother', Roland Collins.

Cherry.

My dear friend.

Your eyes have never betrayed you.

"I just want to know if you are aware of this matter, and at the same time, I also want to see your attitude...I didn't expect you to be aware of this scam..."

Speaking of this recently popular ‘investment’, Philip Chandson looked a little serious.

"A big lie."

He couldn't imagine what kind of crazy, greedy genius it would take to do something like this.