Chapter 580 Ch579 This Is Why

Chapter 580 Ch.579 This is why

Randolph didn't know whether money could conjure magic.

But money can at least allow a polite gentleman or a faithful lady to commit adultery with you.

A large amount of wealth can change the landscape, the sky, and even the rules of operation of everything seen or unseen. It can make deep lakes, long rock rivers, and flat areas make waves. Let the hard ones become soft, the cowardly ones die, the obedient ones are arrogant, and the arrogant ones are flattered.

It exists in expensive and exquisite boots, in the crisp sound of clinking glasses, in women's half-untied hairbands and in men's armpits that have turned from fishy to sweet.

It can make people call him 'Hey', 'Randolph', and then turn into 'Taylor', 'Mr. ', 'My Lord'——

But without these yellow gadgets, these titles would go backwards, from the end to the front.

It can't make flowers bloom or wither, but it can make the woman you are pursuing make up her mind from today on and no longer like flowers.

This sometimes tangible and sometimes intangible thing, the dust scraped off during every transaction, is soaked by London's rainy weather all year round, flowing in the mud, twisting and turning through puddles and pipes, accumulating in the nooks and crannies of people's hearts, waiting for thousands of miles. On a cloudless sunny day, the scorching sun evaporates into breathable gas.

They are completely rooted in the flesh and blood and never leave.

There are no doors.

This is also the reason why Randolph pursues wealth, but is afraid of it - maybe he is not afraid of it, but just afraid of the days without it.

The former Cavendish was its master, mastering it like a skilled shoemaker mastering an iron ruler and a chisel, using it, transmitting power to the surroundings through it, making more and more people infected with this kind of thing. A disease that makes you cry and laugh sometimes.

Roland noticed that Randolph used the word 'once'.

"That is to say."

"Ah, that's right." The young master of the Taylor family sat in a soft chair, with a cold sneer on his face.

I don’t know who cursed it, or made the gods dissatisfied.

After marrying Bellows Taylor and giving birth to Beatrice, the fate of the Cavendish family ushered in a huge turning point:

Several consecutive investment failures were like a heavy hammer hitting the back of the head.

They could no longer proudly ask visitors to ask sailors or newsboys to get that beautiful last name from them.

"Ocean trade? Five consecutive shipwrecks in one year completely destroyed their fleet."

Randolph narrowed his eyes and described the process of the family's defeat lightly.

"Later, the treasury was opened early, and large sums of gold pounds were sent to the pasture - you may not have heard of the appalling epidemic. The cattle and sheep died, and the black smoke from burning them lasted for half a month. "

"A huge gamble, invested in the war. Just like those masters sent our young men to the cemetery, they were buried in Kabul along with the wealth of the Cavendish family."

The more Roland listened, the weirder his expression became.

this…

Is this too unlucky?

"I don't like the Cavendish family very much, including my mother. You know what they say? They say that it was Jocelyn Cavendish who married Taylor that caused all this - they I think it’s my father’s fault and the Taylor family’s blood is not clean.”

Roland was silent for a moment, and he actually wanted to agree with them - how could someone be so unlucky?

Ocean trade does have some risks. On the sea, it is difficult to say which is more deadly, natural disasters or man-made disasters - sometimes they often arrive and leave at the same time.

Can…

Five times in a row?

"Fuck you, Roland."

Roland:?

"I didn't say anything."

"You've shown it on your face!" Randolph said angrily: "This has nothing to do with Taylor. Who knows what they did in private..."

Although he didn't have enough confidence when he said this.

"My father has been recuperating in Brighton since he got sick. For some reasons - in addition to what I told you before, he himself does not want to leave Brighton and Port Porti. So..."

Randolph crossed his fingers: "I only leave London every month to visit him."

Roland nodded, indicating that he understood: "You plan to hand over the collection in your private treasury to me. I think the Cavendish family will have a different view... although it belongs to your father and will belong to you in the future."

"Frankly speaking, I have never thought about how to deal with it." Randolph was a little annoyed: "If I had known that it was so valuable, I would not have let the servants of the Cavendish family hold the lamp."

Randolph does not have to doubt the morality of the Cavendish family (even if he hates them), and one or several locks cannot stop a 'heavily armed' thief.

It's just that the value of this thing is too high, beyond Randolph's imagination.

Like spice on a corpse.

It can indeed cover up the odor and maintain your dignity in a short period of time.

But after half a month, you no longer want to put your nose to it.

"For the sake of my father and mother, I have taken good care of Cavendish in business in the past few years. However, I can't guarantee that those lunatic little piggies don't have some bad intentions in mind - Roland, I Need to get rid of this trouble completely, and you just need it."

Roland laughed: "Why do you always talk about a lot of 'help' as if it were a deal? I've seen a bit of the world. If the Taylor family really wants to sell the secret organ in a big way, you must have a better choice - a better choice than giving it to an executive."

Roland doesn't like this about Randolph.

You can say he is 'considerate and considerate', or you can say he has a lovely 'arrogance' - he always likes to 'calculate' on some things, and open his hands to tell you that this is fair enough.

In fact, this is just his fairness.

Just like the "Fountain of Youth" and the previous "Ocean Trade", in general, Randolph Taylor paid more and gained relatively less.

But he thinks this is 'fair', the fairness seen through the glass of friendship.

The same is true for this secret organ.

He obviously wants to give it to Roland, but he is worried that he 'can't bear it', saying 'I just want to get rid of it, and you just need it' - he turned the gift into a transaction that satisfies both parties.

He is like this to himself, and the same to Bronte.

"If Miss Bronte thinks you are 'attractive' like this, she must be blind."

Randolph was stunned.

How did the topic turn to Bronte?

"I will give you a reasonable reward, Randolph." Roland knocked on the table.

Randolph waved his hand impatiently: "We are friends. I talked to you for an hour, but it didn't work at all? The Taylor family has no ritualists. No matter how precious this thing is, it has no meaning to me."

Roland asked him why he didn't give this secret organ to the ritualist who protected him closely.

Randolph looked at Roland meaningfully.

"Anyone's loyalty has a price. Barton will not betray me because he can enjoy treatment that even a small noble cannot enjoy - servants, endless gold pounds, and an identity that can travel freely in London..."

"Plus my father once saved his mother and took care of their family."

"Barton will not betray me..."

"Not to a certain extent."

Randolph spread his hands: "The more so, the more I can't give this treasure to him."

Roland wondered: "Why?"

Randolph stared at Roland's eyes for a long time and answered without a beginning or an end.

"That's why."