Not to mention, the price of this foreign slave is still very high. But this is understandable. After all, they are foreign friends and are scarce resources, so the price will naturally be higher.
Since ancient times, the Chinese nation has been a nation that knows how to tolerate and accept. Some foreign friends will also be highly respected in the hinterland of the Central Plains. There will also be many young girls throwing themselves into their arms and spreading their wealth to warm their beds, just for that illusory love. Transnational love.
Although the price is a bit higher, Wang Busui can still accept it. After all, in his subconscious mind, foreign slaves will always be more expensive than ordinary people in the Ming Empire. It is not that Wang Busui belittles his compatriots, but the general trend of society. in this way.
"Haha, boss, are you kidding me? One hundred taels a piece, why don't you go and grab it?" Zhu Wuyi sneered twice and said.
"Sir, the price is really not expensive. Beautiful country is thousands of miles away from our Ming Empire. The shipping cost for a single person is more than one hundred taels. Moreover, you have to eat and drink on the way. If you are sick, you need to be given medical care." See a doctor,” the vendor explained.
"Haha, you actually give slaves food, water, and medical treatment. Haha, this is the biggest joke I have ever heard in my life." Zhu Wuyi sneered and continued, "I won't give you ink marks either, fifty taels each. As for the one who can speak Chinese, I will add ten taels more. If it is suitable, we will pay immediately. If it is not suitable, we will switch to another one."
"Oh, Sir, the price you offered is too low. Business is not doing well now. Sir, you must give me a way to survive. My wife and children at home are still waiting for me to buy rice for cooking." The boss was very embarrassed. Looks like all businessmen
"Do you want to sell your wife and children? I can pay a high price."
"Well, you can't buy these two."
“These two can be sold”
"This really can't be sold."
"Seriously, Zhu Wuqi, do you want to buy a middle-aged woman back just to drink milk? You can't pay for it yourself. It's good to take care of the food. Do you have to let yourself take care of the milk?" He patted Zhu Wuyu on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhuzhu, if you want to drink milk, you need to pay for it at your own expense."
"Uh, okay, we won't buy these two," he said. He had just worked for a day, and with the little money he earned, he still couldn't afford to buy a wet nurse.
"Please, sir, add a little more, add a little more, and you can take these white slaves away." Rubbing his hands, the vendor stared at Zhu Wuyu eagerly, watching every move on his face.
Of course Zhu Wuyi would not let go, saying, "As far as I know, a young and strong slave can only cost about a hundred taels in the overseas market, and those children who are young and thin basically don't have to spend money. It’s pig sewerage and a gift for buying ten pounds of pork. I saw that it’s not easy for the boss to earn some money, so I gave you fifty taels. Even if it’s ten taels, you’ll still make a profit.”
"Uh," the merchant was very surprised. Could it be that this person's family also engaged in the overseas slave business? Otherwise, how could he know so clearly about the secrets inside.
In fact, these white slave traders really didn't spend a penny. Usually the traders would also collect some specialties of the Ming Empire, such as tea, silk, and porcelain, and secretly trade them with foreign ships that secretly docked along the coast of the Ming Empire. These Slaves were given free of charge by foreign ships.
"Guest, look at this. The other fifty taels are just fifty taels. As for the one who can speak Chinese, he is a cultural person and a talent. You give me eighty-eight taels. Eight is my luck. "Numbers", the merchant expressed his thoughts again, earning a little more is worth a little, and selling an extra tael to his wife will also give him a smile.
"My lucky number is six or sixty taels. If you like it, let's do the deal. If you don't, let's switch to another one. It's so hot, so we have to go back early."
After wiping the sweat from his head, Zhu Wuyu kept fanning his hands. He missed the days in the palace, the air-conditioned watermelon, and the girl who was responsible for squeezing shoulders and beating legs.
"Sir, please add eight more taels, sixty-eight, what do you think?"
"Master, let's go to another house and have a look."
"Oh, don't, don't, sir, don't be anxious, everything is easy to discuss, sixty taels is sixty taels, let's trade now, pay the money with one hand and hand over the person with the other." Seeing that Zhu Wuyi and others were about to leave, the merchant hurriedly compromised,
Again, business is not easy to do now. First, affected by the foreign economic crisis, more and more slaves are being captured, the market is saturated, and supply exceeds demand. Another is that with the development of the film and television industry, especially Director Hao's type of films became popular in the Ming Empire, the strength and endurance of foreign friends even stimulated those harems, ignorant girls, and slaves who were bought back many times. They cuckolded their masters and their daughters climbed into their beds. Therefore, everyone was a little repulsive towards foreign slaves, and fewer people bought them. That is to say, there are relatively few women around Wang Busei, and these slaves are all children, otherwise they would be in danger.
To sum up all the reasons mentioned above, these slave traders have been in their hands for a long time. Although they don't have to give them food every day, they can't starve to death every day without giving them food. Naturally, there will be losses, so the traders are eager to get rid of them. Fortunately, God bless, I finally sold it today and made a profit.
"Okay, Master, look at the price, are you satisfied with it?"
The first time I saw King Zhu Wuyu, I had the impression that he was a poor scholar who was obsessed with cultural undertakings, and his brain was not fully developed. He just gave him a few casual instructions and he wanted to worship him as his teacher. The second time was in The day before yesterday, a penniless man came to seek refuge with me. I can be sure that this child is really a bit stupid, and he is not afraid of being bought by Japanese pirates as breeding pigs on the road. The Ming Empire is not as beautiful as imagined, and the people are as good as water, but also evil and dark.
In a few days of contact, Wang Bushi felt that Zhu Wuyi was a useless person who wasted air, but today Wang Bushi had a new understanding of Zhu Wuyi. No one is worthless, even the stones in the pit and the shit stirrer have their uses.
Pat Zhu Wuyu on the shoulder to show encouragement. "Xiao Zhu Zhu is good, he has the potential to stir things up. No, he has the potential to be a businessman."
"Well, is the master scolding himself? You must know that businessmen belong to low-level professions, including scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, and businessmen are ranked last." But seeing Wang Budie's face, Zhu Wuyi was relieved. Master is also a businessman, isn't he? There is no high or low in work, and there is no high or low in occupation. Any occupation is a contribution to the country.
"Sir, the price has been negotiated. Shall we start trading?" The merchant was very worried that Wang Busheng and others would change their mind at the last minute. Moreover, several shops nearby were staring at this side with glaring eyes. If they did not compete fairly, they would It can only be a price reduction and a tearful sale.
Zhu Wuyu pushed, got out of the way, and said, "Master, it's time for you to show off."
The performance is to pay. Wang Busheng is a little embarrassed. Now he is penniless and still owes his wife money. However, Wang Busheng is a person who wants face. People who want face are thick-skinned. What happens once is familiar to others. The third time, there was no pressure at all. He looked at Leng Bingbing with a smile. Wang Bushi licked his face and said, "Look, Sister Leng,"
Leng Bingbing did not hesitate or make things difficult for Wang Bushu. He took out his wallet. His wallet had shrunk a bit quickly recently, and Leng Bingbing felt a little distressed. But seeing these poor children, Leng Bingbing no longer felt sorry for the money.
It is hard to imagine that a person who is engaged in the profession of killer can be full of kindness. Therefore, there is no pure bad person, his kindness is just covered with dust.
After handing over the money and counting for a long time to make sure it was correct, the merchant put the banknote into his arms with a smile.
"Sir, I will bring a group of foreign female slaves over tomorrow. They are all with big breasts and big butts. I don't know if you are interested."
"I only like people with yellow skin"
"There are yellow-skinned people, Japanese pirates, Annan, Korean, and Luzon."
"Are there any from the Ming Empire?"
"Well, those from my Ming Empire are maids, not slaves."
No longer chatting with the merchant, Wang Busi went up to inspect his goods. There are six in total, and the number is still very auspicious.
They were all very thin, and it would be difficult to gain weight without eating or drinking. Their sunken eye sockets were silently staring at Wang Budie, without any emotion or change.
Wang Busui was very touched. Human life is very long, a hundred years, but there are many, maybe today or tomorrow. It is conceivable that if they had not met him, the fate of these children could be imagined. They would starve to death. Die of illness, or be thrown into the wilderness and left to fend for themselves.
"Don't worry, if you follow me from now on, I will ensure that you have food, drink, and a big house to live in." Although Wang BuSheng didn't speak a foreign language, and he didn't expect them to understand him, Wang BuSheng would still express his attitude.
When he heard that it was obvious that he was eating, the eyes of the child who could speak Chinese brightened a little, but then darkened again. Maybe he knew that he had no future.
However, the child still raised his head and looked at Wang Busheng gratefully. He hesitated for a long time and wanted to speak, but did not speak. He seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Wang Bushi asked, "Do you have anything to say? Don't be afraid, I don't eat people."
Maybe Wang Bushit's words gave the child courage. After a few seconds of silence, the child said in standard Ming-Han dialect, "Can you buy my sister?"
"Your sister"?
"In the back room, she was dying."
Wang Bushi stood up and asked, "Boss, this kid has a younger sister."
"Oh, yes, there is a girl with blond hair, but she is dying. I plan to throw it away after dark. Since the guest officer is interested, I can go and get it myself. It will be given away for free."
After hearing this, Leng Bingbing hurriedly ran into the house and soon hugged out a girl who was even thinner. Although he was extremely frail, he could not hide his exquisite facial features and a temperament that should not be expected at this age.
"To tell you the truth, sir, if this child wasn't dying, he would definitely be sold at a high price. The rich and nobles in the Ming Empire are still very rare for this kind of foreign little lolita. When they grow up and get tired of playing, they can buy a bathhouse. Zi Qin Lou Chu Pavilion can also be sold for a big price, and you will definitely make a profit without losing any money," the vendor explained, feeling very heartbroken.
It is understandable that the price of female slaves is higher than that of men. After all, female slaves have many uses. They can wash feet and warm the bed. Especially when friends gather, it is still very prestigious for you to bring a foreign female slave.
There's nothing you don't want if you give her away for free, not to mention that she's very beautiful. Wang Busheng is not a person who takes advantage of sex, and it's even more impossible for such a young child to act shamelessly. Humans are different from beasts.
He left this small village with his trophies, but what Wang Bushit and others didn't know was that there was a pair of eyes staring at this side.
However, before reaching the city gate, everyone's attention was attracted by a group of people. People in the Ming Empire had too few entertainment activities, so they liked to watch, point and express their opinions when there was a little bit of excitement.
The footsteps of Wang Busi and others were also attracted. When he took a look, he saw a girl sitting in the middle of the crowd. She must be fifteen or sixteen years old. However, Wang Busi suspected that the child's actual age should be older. Just looking at it It looks very small because this little girl has breast muscles that do not match her age and are a bit too big.
In front of the girl stood a wooden sign with the words "Sold to be buried" written on it. Below was a simple drawing. Wang Busheng looked like a dog no matter how he looked at it. Could it be that he was sold to be buried as a dog? Well, this girl is really caring and has such a good relationship with the dog. When the dog dies, even if there is no money to bury it, she will sell it to raise money. Another good boy with a kind heart.
There were many people watching the excitement, and many people pointing fingers, but no one came forward to ask.
The world is so chaotic that there are not enough fools left. Who would be stupid enough to be deceived? Obviously, the trick of selling one's body to bury one's father, mother, and dogs has been played out by people these days, and it is an industry that cannot be involved again. Of course, Wang Busheng's partnership with a wealthy party to beg for food was similar to this method, and it was a game. Bad business.
Today is Mother's Day, so women's sympathy is unusually strong in Leng Bingbing. Leng Bingbing was about to ask but was stopped by Wang Busheng, "Sister Leng, at first glance, this is a lie. Who has ever heard of people selling their bodies to bury dogs?"
It was obvious that the body of the girl on the ground trembled. She raised her watery eyes and looked at Wang Busei, "This eldest brother, he sold his body to bury his mother."
"Well, you clearly wrote about selling one's body to bury a dog."
The girl's face is a bit dark. "My mother can't write, so I drew her mother's head."
"Well, I always thought that what you drew was a dog."
