Chapter 599 Ch598 Destroyer (Thanks to Whispering Poetry Wu for the Reward)

Chapter 599 Ch.598 Destroyer (Thanks to the fog in the whispering poem for the reward)

Several days followed.

It took a turn for the worse.

A voice began to appear in the market, saying that Harold Bekanov, who came from nowhere, was a liar.

This is all due to an interesting London story that was widely circulated in the past - it is hard to believe how much "country people" outside London are eager to hear jokes about London.

It doesn't matter if it's for a big shot or a little shot, as long as it's from London.

For these residents living in the "Crown Jewel" place, citizens in other places always have an expectation of "nothing more than this" and are keen to prove this with various stories, so that for a long time, most When people from the lower class talk about London, they will smile and say:

So you are a great shoe shiner from a great city in that great country.

Besides, what else is there, 'Although I get twelve shillings a day, the Queen is on top! I have it much harder than the gentleman who only gets seven shillings a week - I'm not in London! ’

'You know what? If you can live in London, your skin will be poked by the guards - with this proof, when others praise our great country, you can proudly say with your head held high, I am definitely included in their praises! ’

In short, it was as sarcastic as possible, and both sides disliked each other.

So when a "big interesting story" from London appeared in the Port of Porti, it was quickly remembered and spread among the workers, and it was told everywhere - in just two days, no one on the dock didn't know about it.

Even a newsboy can retell it in a decent manner and tell you what is so good about this exquisite technique.

The story is:

Ocean trading scam.

A group of unknown people defrauded at least 200,000 pounds of wealth using hundreds of letters.

They appear and disappear like ghosts, leaving no clues.

The citizens of Porti Port laughed at the stupidity of London's rich people, laughing at them for being so ridiculously concerned about face that they tried to block the news that could not be blocked - as long as it took a while, sooner or later it would spread throughout the country.

Laugh and talk.

Talking and talking.

Someone noticed something was wrong.

'Why does this method seem so familiar...'

Soon, they mentioned a name: Harold Bekanov.

This mysterious young rich man.

Although he bought part of Cavendish's shares in Golden Smoke, spent his days extravagantly, and made many near-miracle promises - but looking at the whole thing, what he paid was far less than what he received.

A good person can calculate that the amount of wealth gained through the 'family business' and 'golden smoke' is close to thirty thousand pounds.

Thirty thousand pounds.

A complete and respectable set of shirts, trousers, waistcoats, tuxedos, leather boots, gold pocket watches, watch chains and watch cases, plus silk top hats, ties and walking sticks with silver handles - this complete gentleman's set The cost of dressing up is only twenty pounds.

A good-looking tutor with decent knowledge (can speak many languages ​​​​and painting) can earn at most thirty to fifty pounds a year.

Harold Bekanov had already raised thirty thousand pounds without knowing it.

A tutor's salary is six hundred years.

With contrast, workers are more willing to talk about it.

The more we talk, the more people join.

Soon, the matter of 'Bekanov raised thirty thousand pounds' became known throughout the Port of Porti. At first, those investors were not worried because Bekanov bought it from Cavendish. I bought part of the shares of "Golden Smoke".

Even if he loses his trust, Golden Smoke will never grow legs.

But now, they are starting to worry.

Because the value of "Golden Smoke" shares is far less than thirty thousand pounds.

Just one day.

Some uneasy investors came to visit and discussed recovering their principal.

Even though Bekanov claimed that if he gets his principal back now, he would never be allowed to participate again, those investors absolutely agreed.

And then.

They discovered that Bekanov was 'sick' and had gone into hiding and would not appear again.

At this moment, the entire Porti Port 'exploded'.

…

Second floor balcony.

The man sipping coffee sat on a low hollow ivory armchair, crossed his legs, and leisurely admired the scenery on the street: servants instructed by the master came in groups, walking through the streets and alleys to Harold Becca Nov's apartment.

“There is a saying in the banking world called ‘run’.”

Randolph said calmly.

"The money in every businessman's pocket is like a 'chain' - we use these chains of different thicknesses to affect the 'business'. If the business is big and heavy enough, the chain must become stronger and stronger."

The man squinted his eyes, and there was endless teasing in his words.

Bloodless war happened to be what he was best at.

“Just like Taylor started his tobacco business and used borrowed chains to haul ships, tobacco cargo, and hired workers—we borrow chains from other people’s pockets, so we don’t have to be so rich ourselves.”

he said.

"But Roland, do you know the dangers of this approach?"

Roland nodded: "Broken."

"That's right."

Randolph put down the coffee cup and pointed at the speeding carriages under the balcony with his cigar-holding hands.

"The problems Mr. Harold Bekanov faces now are not so easy to solve."

Jeff Cavendish's approach is not uncommon.

He thought he had imitated them, but in fact he had taken another path - the scam in the City of London had no "actual subject", that is, Roland, Randolph and Rose were invincible from the beginning.

The high returns they offered were just to defraud more money and make this golden snowball roll faster and bigger.

Jeff Cavendish's approach was different: he used a real "real person" and real gold and silver to win the trust of these investors more quickly.

But the consequence of the existence of a sponsor is that when the whole thing goes wrong, there will be a terrible chain reaction.

Soon, the dam he built with words, the false, gorgeous disguise that can be broken with a poke, will collapse at an unimaginable speed - he did not consider one problem.

Time.

The scam in the City of London was exchanged through letters.

The time for a round trip was enough for Randolph to move.

But Jeff Cavendish forged a "rich man" and made him famous here, drinking and having fun all day long.

"Not smart enough, nor fierce enough."

This is Randolph's evaluation of him.

"There is no truly smart person in the Cavendish family."

Randolph raised his coffee cup and raised it to the rising sun.

"They are finished."

Now, there are only two ways to go.

Before the mystery is revealed, secretly sell the property, return the principal, and at the same time convince as many people as possible not to ask for interest.

Or.

They will turn their faces...

beg Taylor, who has always looked down on them.

If Randolph is more ruthless, he should agree to Hayon's deal, get the check, and promise to return to London with Jeff Cavendish within half a month to handle the transfer of shares-half a month, Cavendish probably doesn't exist.

"Once Harold Bekanov is forced into a desperate situation by these beasts, do you think he will give up Cavendish?"

Roland tilted his shoulders, with a strange look on his face: "How do you know that Cavendish is behind the whole thing?"

It seems that when he heard it that day, he instantly understood the whole story.

Randolph shook his cigar: "If you want to take revenge on someone... let's say a woman. If you want to make a woman drink too much water and make a fool of herself in public at the next dance party - who do you think should be controlled to achieve the goal?"

Hmm...

"The driver?"

Roland thought about it.

The driver can control time.

What if she drinks too much water and is delayed for a while on the road...?

No.

If she drinks a lot of water in advance...

Maybe, the personal maid...?

Randolph smiled: "It was one of her 'opportunity' dance partners, Roland. Just like Harold Bekanov bought the shares of the Golden Smoke branch. Even if Jeff Cavendish is really stupid enough to sell it, Bekanov, as a 'young rich businessman', should know who the largest shareholder is - as long as I do something with the tobacco, he won't make a penny."

"Unless... he didn't come to dance at all."

Randolph felt that the whole thing was more and more ridiculous.

He felt that the Cavendish family had gone crazy, blaming the failure of the business entirely on intangible luck - didn't their family hold shares in the Golden Smoke branch and receive dividends every year?